Disclaimer: Hurky doesn't own Doctor Who. If she did, it would be on more often and on more channels in the United States. Doctor Who is the property of BBC.

"Well now, I'd say that was a rather successful adventure today!" the Doctor summarized, closing the TARDIS door.

"We were actually not attacked by something for once" Amy said with a nod, crossing her arms. "So Doctor, what are we going to do now?"

"I say it's time for a good rest," replied the Doctor, tinkering with the controls of the TARDIS. He began to enter controls for the next destination. "Tomorrow we can go to the 90s England!"

"Oh no," Amy said in disgust. "You really don't mean that, do you?"

"What?" asked Rory. "I liked the 90s, when we were kids. Simpler times."

"The Spice Girls and their horrid music!" Amy cried, covering her ears. (A/N: I love the Spice Girls)

"If you want to be my lover, you gotta get with my friends!" Rory sang in an off-key tune.

Amy kept shouting at Rory as he continued to sing and follow Amy around the ship. The Doctor smiled to himself.

"Make it last forever, friendship never eeennnnddddsss!" Rory bellowed.

"Rory, you'll have plenty of time to sing in the morning when we meet them," said the Doctor. "You and Amy should get some sleep."

"Sure thing, Doctor!" Rory said with a salute before walking up the stairs.

So Amy and Rory got into their nightclothes and got into bed, immediately falling asleep. The Doctor, however, stayed awake, since he didn't need as much sleep as the Ponds did. Being a Time Lord, his body was different.

Suddenly, while Amy began to dream about the duck pond back in Leadworth having ducks in it, she awoke to the sound of something crashing. Amy turned to her side and saw Rory still asleep. If he could, Rory could probably sleep through an entire war going on outside. Amy got out of bed, put her robe on over her nightie, and went downstairs to find the Doctor.

"Doctor?" she called, tiptoeing the glass floor with her slippered feet.

The console room was empty, only then Amy noticed that there was a broken white teacup on the floor. There were a few drops of tea in the mess of broken ceramic. Amy thought that was rather strange that there was a broken teacup there but she guessed that was what must have woken her up. She breathed a sigh of relief.

"Must have been this cup," Amy said to herself. "Doctor must have dropped it. I'll just go get a broom and sweep this up."

She walked over to the kitchen, where the Doctor kept all his cleaning supplies. While his TARDIS could pretty much do anything, it still required someone else to clean the time machine up, whether it was the Doctor or a companion. Amy went and got a broom and walked back to the console room, where she began to sweep up the teacup.

After collecting the teacup and throwing it out, Amy yawned. She didn't realize how tired she was nor how late it was. She turned off the lights in the kitchen and began to go to her room, only to find the Doctor standing there, staring at her in the console room.

"Oh, Doctor!" Amy said in relief. "You startled me for a second. Usually you're dancing around..."

The Doctor didn't say anything. He stared at her with deep green eyes, very evilly. Amy felt like the Doctor was somehow different. He wasn't his cheery, babbling self that he was a few hours ago. His hair, which was usually fringe-y, fell over his eyes.

"Doctor, you-" Amy asked until the Doctor darted quickly for Amy, grabbing her by the throat and pressing her against the wall. His mouth twisted into an evil smirk. Amy tried to push him off her but he was strong. Stronger than he normally was.

"ROOOORRRRRRYYYYYYY!"

This is just a small bit of writings. Reviews would be nice (especially since my other Dr. Who fic isn't doing very well). Hopefully I can update this when I can, just gotta deal with work and watching more Dr. Who.