Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who. Bad times.

A/N: Wow, it's been a long time since I've written a Doctor Who fic. In fact, it's been ages since I've updated at all. Sorry about that. This is just a little thing that came into my head, I hope you enjoy it.

He was sore, very sore, plastered in bruises, his whole body aching. Why? He tried to move his arm but found it weighed down by something – blink. His eyes adjusted to the woeful light, he was on something soft, light and feathery; just like a mattress. It was a mattress. If some psycho stalker was holding him prisoner again, with their 'special preferences' then he was going to be giving them a very strongly worded protest. He was sick of that sort of thing happening to him.

"Idiot!" He thought to himself, while he was laying there feeling sorry for himself he hadn't spared a thought for Amy and what she might have been subjected to without him there to protect her.

He needn't have worried. As he looked to his left, he realised that she was the weight pinning his arm down, not a substantial weight at all, but she must have been laying there some time for him to lose all feeling. "Amy." Whispering her name, he attempted to move his arm; she responded, rolling onto her side, freeing his arm and flinging her own arm over his chest.

The critical ingredient of this situation screamed in his mind, they were naked. And then he remembered.

"Doctor..."

"Mmm..."

"Stop thinking." She pressed a kiss to the hollow of his neck and they fell into a blissful slumber.

A/N2: Thanks for reading. x