A/N: Well This chapter is of a decent length and I hope you really enjoy it. Don't be afraid to really harshly criticise this story. After all, what I learn from my mistakes I can put into practice elsewhere, making a more enjoyable read.
Summary: So it turns out the Doctor was sedated by the Latcerous, as Amy found out before she too was sedated. They were both taken to some labs, where the Latcerous wanted to study the aliens. The Doctor woke up and saw Amy was next door, with a group of Latcerous in the room. He quickly broke free of the bed he was strapped in, and bluffed to the Latcerous that there were explosives in the building he could set off by twisting a fountain pen (he improvised on the spot). They obeyed, and luckily the Doctor had come just in time before they were about to slice Amy open to study her anatomy. He carried Amy back to the Tardis, where they slept in the Doctor's room, safe and sound.
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"Ready for potentially the final place to impress?" the Doctor asked Amy, holding the Tardis doors ready to throw them open and reveal.
"Course I'm ready." She replied, eager at where in the universe they could be now. The Doctor smiled, and threw the Tardis's doors open. They were greeted by a large, dragon-looking beast. "Doctorrrrrrr!" Amy said screaming.
"Hey! It's fine. This is Fignis." He said, playfully stroking the dragon's nose.
"Fignis?" She asked raising an eyebrow. "Is this some sort of pet?"
"No, no, never believed in keeping creatures locked up, or having 'dominion' over them. More like a friendship. And for your information I didn't name this Dragon, this is her name."
"A real dragon?" Amy asked, her eyes lit up. The Doctor grinned.
"Yes, back on your planet Earth in the early ages of humans inhabiting the Earth they visited the planet, so technically your ancestors weren't lying about Dragons."
"So why didn't they stay?" Amy asked.
"Well their original planet, Kynthor was destroyed. Well, the planet was burnt to a crisp as the star it orbited turned into a red giant. They had to find another planet to live on. They found Earth back when humans were starting to spread across the globe, and tried to live there, but the humans feared these majestic beasts and tried to eradicate them. They decided it would be best to find a planet that isn't already inhibited by intelligent life forms. So they found this planet, Sudiren." The Doctor explained. Amy relaxed a little, the Dragon seemed friendly enough. "You can stroke her you know, they're gentle giants." Amy stretched out her hand and stroked the Dragon's face. It was a rusty brown colour, with a deep red mane of hair flowing down its spine. The hair seemed to have a life of its own.
"Can she breathe fire?" Amy asked, still getting over the fact Dragons were real.
"Of course, and she can fly too. Come on girl, make way for us to get out." The Doctor said. She seemed to understand and stepped back so the Doctor and Amy could leave the Tardis.
"Can she understand you?" Amy asked, surprised the Dragon knew what he was saying.
"I have psychic abilities, so even creatures that don't communicate by sound can understand what I'm saying or thinking." He explained. Amy stepped out of the Tardis and looked round and saw it was barren. It was a lot like Mars; red dusty rocks, with no vegetation. It was eerily silent, too.
"Doctor, what do Dragons eat? I mean, there's not exactly any plants or animals hanging around, there's nothing here!" she exclaimed, still looking around to see if there were any signs of life; just a few more distant dragons flying in the distance.
"Dragons don't eat. Well, they've adapted not too anyway. There are not many planets nearby that have vegetation, and the Dragons couldn't drift the universe forever, so they made do with this. They get nutrients from the rocks, and they get water at the polar ice caps by melting it with their fiery breath." Amy nodded. "Well then, fancy a ride?" the Doctor grinned. Amy was about to mention an innuendo but then decided to be a bit more mature. She knew what he meant.
"I'd love to." She smiled back. Fignis lowered her spine and wing to make a sort of ramp for Amy and the Doctor to climb up onto her back. The Doctor sat in front, holding onto the Dragon's crimson red mane. Amy wrapped her arms tight around his waist, feeling slightly nervous. "Doctor, is this safe?" she asked. The Doctor could sense her nervousness and adrenaline surging through her body.
"Very. I've been Dragon riding for years now, Pond. Just hold on tight." He said, a smile spreading on his face. Fignis knew when he was ready, and suddenly the Dragon started galloping across the landscape, the wind racing through their hair. Amy was gobsmacked Dragons could run so fast. Her eyes were watering with the sheer lightning speed, and the Dragons wings unfolded from its previous streamlined posture when galloping, and suddenly the movement stopped. They shot up into the air, almost vertically. Amy couldn't comprehend the speed they were going, and the Doctor laughed at her tight grip around his waist. The Doctor fancied more of an adrenaline rush, and Fignis sensed this. They kept on climbing up through the atmosphere. "Amy! I want you to listen very carefully; after 3, hold your breath!" He shouted over the sound of the wind flowing past.
"Why?" she yelled back.
"You'll see!" he replied. "1…..2…..3!" Amy took her last big gulp of air and squeezed her eyes shut. She couldn't help but open them again as quickly as she shut them. She felt weightless. They were in space. Nothing was making a sound, nothing was moving. She could only just hold onto her Doctor and take in the view. Fignis knew humans couldn't last too long in space, but the Doctor had already taken the precaution of making the Tardis pick special clothes for Amy to wear; ones with built in shields to protect Amy from radiation, pressure and the coldness of space. As quickly as they were in space, the Dragon took a vertical dive back down to the planet. As soon as they hit the atmosphere Amy breathed again only to yet out a scream and the Doctor shout "Geronimo!" Fignis had her wings closed by her side, giving her a torpedo shape slicing through the air like a hot knife through butter. She weaved in and out of clouds, spinning round all while vertically dropping to the planet's surface. Amy was now terrified as the ground raced towards them – what if the Dragon wouldn't stop? She screamed and prepared herself for impact when literally millimetres from the ground, Fignis pulled out her wings in an instant, and they pulled up again, and this time gradually climbed up into the air, cruising through the sky for a more pleasurable flight.
"Doctor we nearly crashed!" she cried, thumping him on the shoulder.
"I told you I've been riding Dragons for years! And besides, Fignis is a very agile flyer. We make such a great pair for our compassion of adrenaline." He grinned. He knew Amy had enjoyed the fourth place and was impressed already, but he wasn't finished yet. He wanted to make this special. It was approaching night time on the planet; Sudiren's days were only a few hours long. Fignis slowly descended from their pleasurable flight and Amy noticed that the Dragons legs had slowly descended from their compact position, much like a plane's landing gear. They approached a plateau and Fignis landed, but she had to run once they touched down to keep the momentum going to make it as smooth a landing as possible. Once she stopped, she lowered herself so the Doctor and Amy could get off. "Thank you, girl. Keep flying like that and you'll find a mate in no time." He winked. The Dragon's eyes flashed as if to show gratitude for riding her. She really enjoyed having someone to impress. The Doctor whispered something to the Dragon, so that Amy couldn't hear. Fignis left the pair on the plateau.
"What did you just say to Fignis?" Amy asked, suspicious of what the Doctor said.
"Oh she wouldn't want me telling anyone that. Private Dragon matters." He said. "Anyway, I have prepared a meal; it's been a while since you last ate." He said. Amy looked around and saw nothing.
"Nice – but where is it?" She asked, puzzled. The Doctor walked over the plateau, reaching a tall rock. He gestured Amy to come over. Behind the rock she found an elegant and extravagant picnic blanket lying on the ground. There was some food, not that she could make it out because 1) it was dark and 2) she couldn't recognise it.
"This is a picnic so there's not meant to be chairs by the way, but I do have some cushions…" he was fiddling around his inside pocket in his jacket, and whipped out two blue cushions. "There we are." He smiled, and placed them down on the mat. They both sat down, and Amy looked at her food quizzically.
"I don't mean to be rude, but what the hell is this?" Amy asked, examining her plate and the contents that were placed on it. The Doctor laughed at her expression.
"This Amy, is Gallifreyan food. Traditional food, at that. It is edible for humans, believe me I was up all night searching and looking up about it." He explained. Amy smiled at the lengths he went to, and so took what looked like spaghetti and green sauce and ate it. The Doctor watched her keenly, hoping she would enjoy the taste of it.
"Doctor…this…food…is…absolutely…addictive!" she said, in between mouthfuls. He beamed from ear to ear; it was his favourite Gallifreyan dish. They finished their meals, Amy licking her plate not caring if it didn't look sophisticated or lady like. Amy looked at the Doctor and saw a look on his face as if to say he had something to say. "Doctor, is there something you want to say?" she asked, encouraging him to share his thoughts.
"Yeh, actually." He said, smiling with his cute floppy awkward smile. Amy nearly melted like butter. "We're now at stage four, and I know you know that. Now, there's something very, very important I want to ask. I don't mind what you say, just, as long as it is honest." Amy narrowed her eyes, trying to figure out what it could be. "But not here." He said, and stood up. Amy copied, following the Doctor. He walked round to the rock, and Amy saw some stairs. He signalled that he wanted her to go up them, so she did, with the Doctor close behind. They stood on top of the rock, and the Doctor whistled loudly. Amy looked at him as if he was mad, but he pointed to the sky. She heard a swooshing noise, and could make out a Dragon in the sky. Fire sprouted from its mouth, lighting up the horizon, and its flames spelled out words in the sky. Amy watched in awe, the fire flashing and lighting up her eyes and face. The Doctor too stood in amazement at the delicate, dancing flames in the sky. The words spelt: Will You Marry Me? The Doctor then kneeled down on one knee, taking Amy's hand in his own. "Promise me you'll answer me truthfully. It would be more hurtful for me if you forced yourself into this than if you declined this offer." He said. Tears rolled down Amy's cheeks.
"Of course I'll marry you!" She said, and threw herself at him. They collapsed in a heap on the ground, laughing. "So how does it work? How do we marry? Like, on Gallifrey what would you do?" The Doctor smiled at her consideration.
"Well, we bond, for eternity. It sounds dramatic, but it's how we marry. It means that we can forever hear each other's thoughts, know where one another is at all times, even go as far as seeing out each other's eyes. Essentially we will be like one body, separated into two."
"Doctor that sounds beautiful." She said, crying again. This was all she ever wanted. She never thought herself the marrying type, but this marriage was different. She would forever be with the only man she ever loved. The only man she loves. The only man she will ever love.
"Oh Amy, it is. But there's one more thing; when we do bond, a Gallifreyan symbol will appear on your left side of your body, where your heart is. Usually another one would appear where the other heart would be, but I assume only the one symbol will appear. The same will happen to me, and these Gallifreyan symbols are unique to every couple. Ours are identical to each other, so everyone knows we belong." He said smiling.
"That's perfect. It's so gorgeous Doctor, how do we do it then? Do you need some sort of priest or Gallifreyan equivalent?" She asked, excited to marry her beloved. The Doctor chuckled.
"Well it's self-service. We place our fingers on each other's temples, close our eyes and I'll do the rest. This should work, even if you are human." He said smiling. "So are you definitely sure?" he asked once again. Amy rolled her eyes.
"Of course I am, stupid." The Doctor grinned. He stood up so he was level with her, and placed her fingers on his temples. She shut her eyes while he placed his fingers on her temples. Slowly but surely, a warming, engaging sensation spread from each of their temples, deep into their hearts. Amy felt something being scribed on her chest. It didn't hurt to her surprise; it was like someone drawing on her skin. A bright gold light emerged from between them, engulfing them. It was joining their minds together, and Amy felt right. She felt complete as cheesy as it sounded. They both smiled, and the Doctor opened his eyes, slowly releasing his fingers from Amy's temples. Amy did the same. They both gazed into each other's eyes, and Amy could see for the first time true happiness in his eyes, like she had never seen before. She couldn't believe how quick the marriage was. Beats any boring Earth marriage she thought.
"Shall we take a look?" the Doctor asked, implying that they should look at their 'marriage marks' (similar to birth marks, but appear when marriage occurs). Amy nodded. She took off his tweed jacket, undid his bowtie, and slowly undid the buttons on his shirt. He watched her as she opened up his shirt. Her eyes were full of admiration. She traced the elegant pattern on his chest. There was one on his right side and another on his left, both identical but reflections of one another. She placed her hand on his face.
"You really are my raggedy Doctor now." She said, smiling like she never had done before.
"And you are really my Amelia Pond." He said, holding her hand to his face. She felt his face, more handsome than ever with perfectly sculpted cheekbones, emerald eyes and his wondrous floppsy bunny hair.
"Let's see mine then." She said, and without hesitation the Doctor slowly took off her jumper, revealing her saucy black bra. Amy smiled at the Doctor's face, full of want. He didn't seem to know what to do from there. "Here, I'll undo my bra." She said grinning. "What? Well we are married you know." She continued. She took off her bra and the Doctor admired her pattern too, on her left side of her chest. He kissed the centre of the pattern, his lips lingering not wanting to leave. Again, they looked into each other's eyes, and the Doctor kissed her forehead.
"Come along, Pond, we haven't been chased by man-eating aliens for a while now." He said, taking her hand in his. Together they made their way back to the Tardis, hand in hand, and fire lighting the sky in celebration.
And so the raggedy Doctor; the madman with a box and the girl who waited set off for a life of adventure once again, this time as one. Two Hearts are Beating Together; in love.
A/N: Oh guys I hope you enjoyed this story. I had to bring it to an end, but there is another story brewing in my mind, which I'll have to put onto paper (or screen more like) sometime. It may not be updated nearly every day like I've attempted to with this one, but it won't be one of those stories that are left for weeks on end without being updated, unless I die or something. Thanks my reviewees and readers for being so loyal and taking the time to read my garbage!