I know this isn't my usual cuppa, but still. I own nothing but I really wish I owned Matt Smith. He's to fit for his own good. :3

When I was seven, a box fell from the sky. The mad man in the box promised to save me and take me away. I waited fourteen years for that promise to be fulfilled. One day, I was lounging in the Tardis control room, waiting for the next adventure to begin. When this happened;

The Doctor walked into the room. He was shuffling his feet and looking at the ground.

"Oh…um…Amy…" The Doctor stuttered out. He was nervous, this was a bad sign. He ran his hand through his hair and promptly straightened his bow-tie.

"Oh um what?" I gently mocked, causing him to roll his eyes. Those gentle, hazel eyes that couldn't stand to see any child cry.

"Don't do that." He snapped slightly, "This is difficult." His tone changing to that of a small boy.

"Sorry…" I looked at my hands, suddenly ashamed of how insensitive I was being. I should have been able to tell from the moment he walked in that he had a lot on his mind. "Is it the Daleks?" I crossed to him and touched his arm softly. He pulled away. Still unable to look me in the eyes.

"No…well, that's worrying me too, but it's- it's just…you." His eyes met mine briefly, before returning to the floor. He pushed past me and started absentmindedly fiddling with the controls.

"Me? What did I do now?" I was trying to keep the agitation out of my voice. He was blaming me…again.

"You didn't do anything." He was on the opposite side of the console now. I looked at him through the time rotor, just like I did the very first time we talked in the Tardis.

"Then what!" I yelled ever so slightly, he flinched. The man, who could fight Daleks that looked like Power Rangers, was scared by my yell.

"Why did you say it?!" He yelled back. He was finally looking me in the eye. "All that about fancying people you shouldn't and how it's a good hurt." I was taken aback a bit.

"I dunno…I guess I've just felt that way before and know it's powerful…" I couldn't look at him now; I could feel the blood rushing to my face.

"You were looking right at me." My heart stopped.

"I- I don't have any idea what you mean." Deny. Good. Do that. That plan always works.

"Oh please! You know exactly what I mean!" A mean laugh tinged his words, "You were practically waving a banner over your head that was embossed with 'I FANCY YOU, DOCTOR!'."

"You're mad." I started to walk away.

"I maybe mad, but I'm not blind." He came after me. I power walked to my room, he caught my wrist in the doorway. "You were right about one thing though, it is a good hurt." My breath caught. He leaned in and captured my lips with his. We fell into my room, and my last coherent was that of closing the door.

When The Doctor left me as a child, I went through four psychiatrists because I kept biting them. All I can say is that this doctor, likes it when I bite him.