Okay, so I really really should be revising for an exam tomorrow. But I just cannot stop thinking about that gem of an episode we got last night – The Doctor's Wife. Neil Gaimen, you are amazing! I read a lot of Who fanfiction, and have been meaning to write some of my own for ages, but haven't had the inspiration. Until last night. So here it is; my first go. I will try and update weekly, really liking where this story is headed, hope you will too! By the way, I have always been a Doctor/River shipper, but now Doctor/TARDIS is just too enticing not to write about! Please R&R, I love hearing feedback and suggestions, so will love you forever if you do

Disclaimer: Doctor Who does not belong to me. Gutted.

It had been two weeks since they had talked. Well, two weeks to his best calculations. Time was rather wibbly-wobbly when you were a Timelord travelling in a TARDIS. He couldn't decide whether it felt like an age, or just a few moments. It seemed so far away but so fresh. He sighed in exasperation, putting his sonic down on the panel and pulling his goggles over his head. Of course he had told Amy he couldn't make her talk again. It was impossible. But that didn't mean he hadn't spent every spare moment he had since then trying. It was ridiculous. His head was telling him that he was wasting his time and energy, that he was a fool. But there was a strange sensation in his hearts, one that he had never felt before, telling him to keep trying. He had two hearts, and only one head. It was unfair, really.

He laid his head against the control panel, next to his screwdriver.

"I know you can hear me. I, er … miss you…"

"Doctor?"

The Doctor sprang up violently at Amy's voice, knocking his sonic screwdriver onto the floor.

"Yes Pond? Something up?" he called from bellow the control panel as he scrambled around looking for the screwdriver.

"Who were you talking to?"

He jumped as his fingers closed around it, hitting his head.

"What? Erm, talking to? Nobody! No-one here except me, of course!"

He sprang up, sonic in hand, goggles shoved scruffily atop his mess of brown hair.

"See?" He smiled at her manically.

"You're such a rubbish lier" Amy raised an eyebrow at him as she strolled around the console in her nighty. "What you doing?"

"Doing? Oh, loose circuit, bit of dusting, you know … usual." He avoided her eyes. "Where's Rory then? Why are you up? Not morning already is it?" He checked his watch hurriedly.

"Nope. Rory's still in bed." Amy reassured him. "I couldn't sleep. Kept hearing voices ..."

"Voices? Amy I told you, I wasn't –"

"Not you silly!" Amy rolled her eyes. "Although I think one doth protest too much" she looked at him pointedly.

"Eh?" The Doctor looked puzzled.

"Never mind. Anyway, it sounded like someone was whispering in the corridor outside the bedroom."

The Doctor frowned. "Are you sure it wasn't just the TARDIS humming you could hear?"

"Why, were you stroking the control panel again?" Amy smirked at the Doctor's flushed cheeks. "No, it definitely wasn't the TARDIS. Whatever it was, it was saying your name."

"My name?" The Doctor scratched his chin in contemplation.

"Yeah," Amy replied. "It was all like "Doctor … Doctor…" She whispered the words very softly.

"But how could there be anyone else on the ship?" The Doctor asked to no-one in particular.

"Surely we would have noticed if there was someone else in here, right?" Amy looked concerned.

The Doctor turned back to the control panel and began pushing buttons and pulling levers carefully. Amy noticed how much more gentle he was with it these days.

"The TARDIS is huge; and constantly shifting and changing rooms around. If someone, or something, managed to get aboard, it would be very easy for it to hide. Or even get lost." He paused, a frown on his sharp features. "It's actually getting on board that would be difficult."

Amy noticed several switches on the control panel shifting of their own accord.

"Pass me the scanner, Pond."

Before Amy could do as she was told, the scanner swung round the console, coming to a careful stop directly in front of the Doctor's face. He beamed.

"Thank you dear." He said patting the control panel gently.

Amy couldn't decide whether she wanted to laugh at the mad old alien and the way he spoke to his time machine, or cry at the sorrow in his eyes when he spoke. She settled for a sigh instead.

"What are you going to do Doctor?" She asked.

"Hmm? Oh, right. I'm performing a scan of the whole ship. It will show us how many life forms there are on board, where they are located and the condition they are in."

"Condition?" Amy frowned at the scanner screen as it flickered.

"Ah, yes. Healthy, injured, what age, and so on, and so on." The Doctor informed her.

Finally the TARDIS finished her scan and four differently coloured dots appeared at different locations on the screen. There was a single green dot halfway up the left hand side of the screen.

"This is Rory." The Doctor said, pointing to it. "See how the dot is green? That means he is healthy. And here we are." He gestured to the middle of the screen, where one purple and one green dot were placed.

"Why am I purple!" Amy demanded.

"Ah, purple. Erm, yes, purple mean's you're … in need of more sleep!" The Doctor blurted out a little too hurriedly.

"In need of …? Oh right, yeah, ok." Amy nodded, though she didn't feel especially sleepy at all.

The Doctor knew Amy didn't need any more sleep. Purple meant something different altogether.

"So, if Rory is there," She gestured towards the screen. "And you and I are here, then what the hell is this Red dot up here, Doctor?" She sounded rather panicked.

"Now that, Pond, can only be found out one way." He grinned at her.

"Oh God." Amy moaned.

"Come along Pond, it's time we gave you a proper tour of the TARDIS!"