What time is it? ADVENTURE TIME. [Ponds!]

[THE ELEVENTH DOCTOR]

“Come along, Ponds!”

The cheerful voice uttered the phrase with the usual vibrant enthusiasm as it had for nearly half a hundred times past, his voice ringing slightly in the vaulted ceilings of the TARDIS' main console. Following the voice was the Doctor's long bandy-legged figure, skipping up the TARDIS' steps like an overexcited child on a race to the sweet shop or the toy store. A smile was stretched wide across his features, to match his skipping stride and cheerful tone of voice.

Come along Ponds! He had rather liked the sound of that. It had just such a lovely ring to it! And it even rhymed a little, if he timed the syllables properly. True, while Pond in the singular worked a little better, he now had TWO Ponds to deal with and that was perfectly acceptable. Two Ponds was just as lovely as one! It had taken him a little while to warm up to Rory as he had as Amy, but now the skinny gawky thing was as welcome a companion as Amy had always been!

With a practised spin of worn dirt-encrusted soles on sleek glass, the Doctor turned to face his current pair of companions, looking (as usual in his gleeful moods) almost smug and utterly giddy with delight. “Come along, come along!” he urged, impatient. “We haven't got all day.”

Well, they had. They had lots of days! Years! Time travel was fun like that; the Doctor could ignore any law or rule that he wanted (within reason), but still. Patience had never been his greatest of virtues, at least this time around. He had always been one who was keen to leap from place to place, running to and fro across time and space as quickly as he could. Rare was it for him to even consider pausing to catch his breath. Things went slow, then, and the madman with a box hated to do anything slow. Too much to see, too much to do! For a man who had a control of Time that most people could only dream of, he often found himself trying to cram it full of as many experiences as he could. There just never seemed to be enough time, silly though it sounded.

Leaning over the protective railing (for the inevitable rough landing and shaking and getting thrown about like little rag dolls whenever he crashed into things), the Doctor's face split into a wide smile once again,t he brief look of impatience fading away. “Where to, you lot? Anywhere you want. You know the rule: it has to be fabulous.”

Always, it had to be somewhere fabulous. There was no shortage of it with him at the helm. No shortage of it, even though he had been running amok in the universe for centuries upon centuries. And if they couldn't think of anything fabulous, he could! There was simply so much magic in the universe for them to see, and always a bit of fun and trouble for them to get entangled in. It was still a game to him,the Doctor. And why not? He had only just recently reset the universe in a most lovely manner (if he did say so himself), he had taken the Ponds on a lovely honeymoon that had turned out to be even more fun for him (fish!). And now...! And now...!

What would they think of, he wondered? Would the Ponds defer to his superior expertise in fabulousness in all of space and time? Would they opt for another romantic trip, leaving him to get into trouble all on his own? Or better yet, involve them like he had in Venice? Or would they find something wonderful that even he, with all his years and experiences, had managed to overlook? He did that sometimes. With so much out there, even the Doctor wasn't infallible. That was why he brought people along with him, after all. They could turn up the most interesting of things that even he, of all the creatures in the universe, could overlook.

“Well?” He urged again, clearly unwilling to sit back and let them turn the question over in their heads for long. Not enough time, not enough time! They had to rapid-fire out ideas if they wanted to even hope to keep up with the sheer bundle of energy that was the Doctor. “Come on, you should be ready for this! Or shall I pick, hmm?”

Spinning away from the rail in one of the grand turns he liked to do (not only was it fun to spin about on the TARDIS, he thought it made him look cool), the Doctor all but danced around the goofy hexagonal console, fiddling and fidgeting with the incomprehensible layout, warming up the TARDIS for... well, whatever it was they were going to go to! That is, if the Ponds could ever PICK a place to go to...

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Time-[/i] Post-Christmas Special

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"Come along Ponds!"

Amy's eyes shot towards the door, as she continued to dress herself from the recently exited shower. The Doctor was still such a mysterious figure to the girl. She had now known him for quite awhile - yet she barely knew him. They ran through time and space together. Saved the Universe, and altered timelines. Yet - she didn't even know his name. Or his favorite color. But favorite food on the other hand - she was quite keen. Fish fingers and custard. It was how this mysterious creature crawled into her life in the first place. Smoke still pouring out of the TARDIS - and even off of him. And he was hungry. Most little girls would have locked him outside and called the police - but Amy had a crack in her wall - and was expecting a police man (via Santa) to come help her.

And here she was. Living with her husband and her imaginary friend on a time machine without any real normal life responsibilities in the world. And she loved it. The adventure. The danger. The excitement.

But for right now, she was putting on some purple tights under her skirt, as the Doctor called for her and her husband by her last name. She knew it hurt him just a little - but at the same time she hoped he understood. The Doctor had Amy - now he had Amy's husband. If he called the first one 'Pond' - then plus one should be 'Ponds'. It made sense in a 'let's ignore reality' sort of way.

"Coming, Doctor!" she called back, as she tied her shoes, and looked up at Rory, "Does he even sleep? I'm not sure I'm aware of him ever sleeping," she stated, pushing wet hair out of her face, "I wonder if it's some weird 'Time Lord'," she wiggled her fingers in a 'oh it's mysterious' way, "sort of thing?"

Exiting their bedroom with the very, very inconvenient bunkbeds (which simply felt awkward to Amy to complain about), Amy's eyes widened as she realized he was right outside their bedroom.

"Good morning Doctor," she smiled and yawned, playing with her hair slightly as she did so. But the Doctor was very focused on the idea of movement.

“Come along, come along! We haven't got all day.”

Amy's eyes narrowed in confused, "But...we're in a time machine." She looked over at Rory to make sure her logic was sound. On occasion she would say something impossibly stupid that would simply just come out - but Rory tended to catch her either as she said it or right before it had any real impact. He was a perfect human.

“Where to, you lot? Anywhere you want. You know the rule: it has to be fabulous.”

Amy smiled at the Doctor's words. Fabulous. The Universe had such unexpected little surprises that she had never even thought of before meeting her imaginary friend.

"Fabulous..." Amy repeated aloud, crossing her arms across her chest in thought. She knew they would end up not where either Pond requested. The Doctor wasn't the best navigator in the world. He turned her into a crazy little girl who waited for years and months for him. Now he was expecting them to suggest an exact time and place, and he be able to hit it right on the key. When accused of this in the past, the Doctor had tried to explain that the TARDIS wasn't functioning properly at the time.

She didn't buy it.

“Well?”
Amy looked over at Rory with a hopeful expressing.
"Any ideas?" she asked, searching his face for an answer.
“Come on, you should be ready for this! Or shall I pick, hmm?”

"Doctor," Amy began, approaching him, "Nearly every time you try to take us to a certain time and place, it's either the wrong planet or the wrong time. So how about you just 'pick and not tell us' and pretend it's the right time?" she suggested, knowing the Doctor's style almost too well at this point.

While he was a relatively hard to read individual, he had definite patterns and mannerisms. A major one was covering mistakes. And that wasn't about to change any time soon. Might as well let him just do his thing without having to put him through some back-story on how arriving at wherever place they end up instead is more important or better than where they originally suggested.
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OOC: GREAT FIRST POST. Hope mine is okay...

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