Rating: All Ages
Word Count: 1129
Author's Summary: "Naps are for the old, and I haven't been old since I was young."
Characters/Pairings: Eleven, Amy
Recc'ed Because: A short vignette "missing scene" from very early in Eleven and Amy's timeline, after Victory of the Daleks. I like this because it is bittersweet, quirky and subtle and sad. The character voices in this story are perfect. Amy is so very young, just at the start of her adventures, and the Doctor is older than he appears.
"--Oh, look, a kitchen! I've got a proper kitchen!" The Doctor stopped to poke his head into the room of the regenerated TARDIS that he had not seen before. "I wonder if it has a pantry with custard?"
"We could always stop off at a Tesco on the moon or something," Amy suggested casually.
"Their off-planet operations folded by the early 22nd century," the Doctor said, craning his head around the kitchen to take in all of the amenities, then popping back into the corridor. "Right, where were we going?"
"To see if this place has a B&B," Amy reminded him. Now that he had mentioned just how long she had been awake, Amy really was tired; in fact, her head was pounding with the exertion of keeping her awake, and she hoped they found some place to lay down in soon. "Or I'd settle for a pile of hay in barn if you've got one. Or a chair by the pool."
"I hate beds. I'm only ever in one after something bad, you know, one of those bad things I mentioned, has happened. So maybe there isn't one here because I would never use it. Not by choice, anyway." The Doctor suddenly smiled. "I've got the next best thing, though. How about a nice, comfy couch?"