OH MY CHUCK I'M SO SO SO SORRY FOR LEAVING YOU ON A CLIFFHANGER FOR THREE MONTHS. I FEEL SUPER BAD SO HERES A SUPER SHORT CHAPTER I LOVE YOU GUYS AND THAMKS FOR THE SUPPORT ILY

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"Am I okay...?" Amy asked, pausing. "Y-Yeah. I'm just not feeling that well." She stuttered, still gawking at her surroundings. Eleven hopped into bed beside her and pressed the back of his hand to her forehead.

"I hope you get better love, 'cause we've got an award show to attend," He sighed, shooting her a small smile and walking over and into the closet to change. Amy took a few deep breaths and stood up, finding herself dressed in a short lace nightgown. She sighed at her choice of fashion and opened the two French doors revealing a lavish house even Amy had to gasp at. It was a small loft, but she and Eleven had made the best of it. On her left was a kitchen with a stainless steel fridge and a matching oven. The cabinets were a dark brown, which instantly reminded Amy of chocolate. The surfaces were all marble, which Amy found extremely nice. To her right was a small living room, complete with a flat screen TV. There was a plush deep red couch, and and small glass coffee table. Amy walked farther into the living room to find pictures of her and The Doctor plastered on the wall in a pattern. As you moved down the row of pictures you could see them ageing and growing closer to each other. She smiled as she plopped down onto the couch and picked up a large leather book that sat on top of the coffee table. She opened it and looked through the pictures. Amy squinted as she read a message scribbled in elegant handwriting on the front page.

Happy anniversary Karen! I love you to the moon and back!

xoxoxo Matt

Amy looked up in surprise. Who was Matt? And who was Karen? What in bloody hell was happening? She placed the book down softly and stood back up, rushing back to the room. She scanned the room again, her eyes falling down on a pale white door. Amy stepped towards it, opening the door. Inside was a long walk in closet. One side was filled with man's clothes while the other was filled with colourful dresses, which she assumed was hers. She ran her hands over the assortment of fabrics, gawking at how expensive some of her clothes were. As she looked through the dresses she heard a creak in the other room. She shuffled out of the closet and found Matt brushing off his suit while looking in the mirror. He turned around with a smile on his face, as he surveyed her.

"You're still not ready?" He asked, looking her up and down.

"I didn't know what to wear." Amy lied. "Is there a theme?" She asked, curiously.

"A theme?" He echoed, as she nodded. "Not that I know of, no." He said, walking over to her and pecking her on the lips. "You should go get ready." She made off promptly back the closet. She was immediately drawn back to the elegant dresses, a swatch of black lace catching her eye. She pulled out the dress and smiled. At least Karen had a nice sense of style. It was simple but elegant, and Amy loved it. She pulled of her pyjamas and slipped on the dress, the fabric cool against her bare skin. She walked out of the closet and approached Matt, turning around.

"Zip me?" She asked, and smiled as she felt his finger tips light against her back. Suddenly she felt Matt's lips on her neck. She laughed as she pushed him off, smiling. "I've got to get ready. But we can finish that later." She laughed, making her way to the washroom. There were products everywhere, and Amy grabbed the first thing that looked relatively feminine. When she was a model, she was used to other people doing her hair, her make up, and she had picked up a few things. After she was satisfied with her face and hair she nodded at the mirror and walked out. Eleven sat on the bed, tying up his shoes. He looked up at Amy and smiled.

"My my, isn't someone stunning today?" He chuckled, standing up and placing his hands on her hips.

"Thank you." She curtsied ironically, before pecking him on the cheek. At least something felt right.

"No problem. Shall we go?" He asked, sticking out his arm. Amy smiled as she intertwined her arm with his and nodded.

"I suppose so." She nodded, a smile tugging at her lips. And they did, climbing into the back of the limo, which Matt had told her that he had ordered. Eleven had then pecked her on the cheek then whispered in her ear, his breath warm against her skin.

"You're going to win that award."