Rating: All Ages
Word Count: 1079
Author's Summary: She spends so much time worrying about them, but right now they're both here with her, and they're both safe. (Amy/Rory, 6x03 coda)
Characters/Pairings: Amy/Rory, Eleven
Recced because: I love this TARDIS team and this is a brilliantly accurate portrayal of them. This fic is full of lovely details of life inside the TARDIS, and the dialogue is sweet, funny and entirely true to character as Amy and Rory recover from the events of Curse of the Black Spot. Also, there is Amy, Rory and Eleven in a cuddle pile.
Amy helps Rory get to his feet.
"Yes yes, go off and clean yourselves up," the Doctor says. "I'll put the kettle on, maybe rummage up some biscuits."
"Ooh, no need to push the boat out!" Amy pauses. "Er, pun not intended. We'll be going now."
The Doctor twirls a hand and goes up to the console, humming as he starts adjusting the TARDIS's controls.
"I think he wants some alone time with her," Rory whispers in Amy's ear as they head upstairs, and she giggles.
Their bedroom is decked out in warm evening colours when they get back. The TARDIS likes to play with mood lightning for them - mostly, she's pretty good, but there was that one time that some old crooner music started playing while they were having sex, and it made Amy laugh so hard that she fell off the bed, bruised her hip, and spent the next hour holding an ice pack to it while Rory made fun of her.