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AN: Hello there! This has taken ages for me to get ready, but hopefully you'll enjoy reading it as much as I have writing it. Amy and the Doctor and the chemistry between them was just too much to resist and this fic is going to be covering adventure, drama, fluff, mystery, angst, hurt/comfort and a heck of a lot more, so don't worry about it being too singular. Like Matt Smith's Doctor it's going to be (hopefully) 'malleable'. This first chap is pretty short, and it's a bit of a taster to get you interested, they get longer as we go further, and trust me it's not as straightforward as it would seem…

This is set after Flesh and Stone but before Vampires of Venice, it concerns an event at the end of the fifth episode, so if you'e too clever there's a spoiler, watch out.

Disclaimer: As much as I'd love to, I don't own Matt Smith or Doctor Who, however, all original plot lines and characters are mine, please refrain from stealing them.

One last thing, there's going to be a sort of game throughout this fic, which is that each chap is going to be headed with a quote, and you, my readers, have to guess/google who said it. The winner will get a special mention at the beginning of each new chapter, and they'll learn something too and no this isn't just a random incentive to get you to review ;) each quote will generally link to the chapter itself. You just gotta think outside the box…..

Ok, first quote is:

The real enemy can always be met and conquered, or won over. Real antagonism is based on love, a love which has not recognized itself.

And with that….

The Doctor swore in Gallifreyan as he finally locked Amy into her room, telling her to get some sleep to get rid of the shock- she was clearly worse than he'd assumed, ferociously pounding on the door, her voice husky and furious as it echoed through. 'Doctoooor, let me out!'

The Doctor shook his head, checking the lock and jogging away, back to the console whilst one thought kept resounding through his mind.

What is going on?

The Pandorica, duck ponds, the cyber king, daleks, Prisoner Zero, River, the angels….

But in spite of the fact that his thoughts were whirling around his mind faster than the speed of light, the Doctor couldn't make sense of it. He parked the TARDIS in a void outside of most of Time and Space, where she'd stay relatively still, and more importantly, keep Amy away from her own time. The Doctor thought of her digital clock and shuddered a little. Oh that's so not good.

Breathing out deeply the Doctor flicked a lever, spun another and punched a few buttons. Then he eased back onto a chair next to the console and ran a hand through his hair, thinking furiously.

But every time he tried to shut his eyes and just think, red hair and hazel eyes flashed into his mind. He felt the ghosts of slender fingers fiddling with his braces, touching his chest, gripping his shoulders…Absent mindedly the Doctor's left hand reached up to re-adjust his braces whilst his right touched his lips. 'Kissogram….'

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It's for saving the universe, just saving the universe, just saving the universe…The Doctor kept repeating his mental mantra whilst he parked the TARDIS in the two year gap between when he'd met Amy again and when he'd come back, again. She was asleep by now- she had needed the rest, and so long as she didn't leave the TARDIS, nothing could go wrong with her timeline. The Doctor checked her room was locked for about the millionth time, and patted the TARDIS, 'Anywhere but the control room dear, anywhere but outside.'

The TARDIS hummed to itself whilst the Doctor adjusted one of its keys to make a perception filter- much like he'd used when he was the tenth, battling the master.

The thought of that year sent a shiver down his spine, and for a moment he paused what he was doing. If she saw him, it would mean he wasn't staying relative to her in the causal nexus, and if that happened, it would be, well, extremely very not good.

The Doctor glanced at the TARDIS doors, outside which lay Amy's time, and her hometown…He couldn't help but worry. Of course, there was a reason behind him coming here- she was getting married, and that didn't come with being a kissogram, too much jealousy for poor beak-face to handle.

He doubted she'd have stopped because of him, knowing Amy she'd probably keep working just to spite him. The Doctor grinned to himself, but the expression fell off his face as he finished his line of thought. Because if it wasn't him, maybe something…happened. A sickening sense of dread settled in his gut as the Doctor pushed up a lever, flicked another and twisted a different one. He hung the TARDIS key around his neck, patted the old girl's console and cautiously stepped outside.

It was about 3 degrees Celsius, and the Doctor would have shivered if he was human. Instead he looked up and down the dark street, wondering who'd be able and willing to tell him where Amy was at….10.21pm. He didn't much fancy asking funny face, and wondered brightly if the good looking one would be up. Probably looking at…stuff…on his laptop. The Doctor made a face and looked down the empty street again, somewhat apprehensively.

However, as he looked, a flame of red hair caught his eye.

There she was, wrapped up in a long black coat with knee length white leather boots. Nurse tonight then. He dimly remembered Jeff's nan saying something about it… A cute nurse's hat perched on Amy's head, and a long white scarf was wrapped around her slender neck. She was heading down the street, away from him. Grinning, the Doctor patted the TARDIS and followed her.

Ok! So, what's going to happen? Something bad? Something good? Why did she stop being a kissogram? And most importantly, why is the Doctor so bothered? Couldn't be the L-word now could it?

Hope you liked it, chap 2 will be up in 3 days, please don't forget to put in some guesses for that quote, and of course, I'd love it if you'd like to give me a review or do anything else to show that you're enjoying this fic so far, it's really motivating. Plus I'll give you fish custard! ;)

Kat