Disclaimer: Oh, how I wish I owned Doctor Who, but no matter how many begs/pleads/death threats I send through Mr Moffat's door, he refuses to give it to me for my birthday :( So no, I don't own the show, or the Doctor, or Amy, or Rory, or any songs by David Bowie. I do, however, own Jonah (yay!), Scarlett, Dylan, Katie, Paul Schwartz, the Western Legion, and the plot of the story.

This is both my first songfic AND my first fanfic, so any reviews would REALLY make my day. I'm doing this for a challenge of 100 songfics (there's a set list - the 100 Greatest Songs of All Times by the Telegraph).

Disclaimer applies to all chapters. Have fun!

SPACE ODDITY

(David Bowie)

Song #100 – Songfic #1

C1 – Basement

"Hush Pond, I'm trying to think!" the Doctor snapped, steepling his fingers together and resting his chin on them as he paced.

Amy sighed, sliding down the grubby stone wall until she landed with a light 'thump' on the basement floor. Without saying a word (none were necessary, she realised), her husband Rory sat beside her, his hand on her knee. With a small contented noise, Amy rested her head on his shoulder.

"Like the Alps, only bigger!" the Doctor had promised, dancing erratically round the room like a hyperactive child. "And pinker – a lot pinker!"

Amy closed her eyes, listening to Rory's quiet breathing and the tap of the Doctor's foot.

"The mountains are massive, so tall that no-one's plucked up the courage to measure them yet!" He had sounded so excited, so . . . childish as he rambled on. But he always sounded like that, her Raggedy Doctor. Even now, no longer the little girl she'd been when they'd met, she found it impossible to catch up with his train of thought.

"I was thinking of having a go a few years back, but then these Flanteeks . . . Did I ever tell you about Flanteeks, Pond? Similar to your Earth dolphins, only with six legs and these enormous snouts . . ." Amy had stopped paying attention at that point. She knew from experience that when the Doctor started babbling like that, he was simply filling the silence. On more than one occasion she'd noticed that he wasn't even paying attention to himself.