Word Count: 978
Author's Summary: 'She’s lit by starlight, and she looks curious. “What are you doing?”'
Characters/Pairings: The Eleventh Doctor, Amy Pond
Recced because: Why does the Doctor need his human companions? It's not just because he sometimes needs someone to stop him. This lovely fic, told from the Doctor's point of view, shows us what else the Doctor needs from his human friends, and why Amy is a friend he particularly needs.
This sky is studded with stars. Millions and millions of them. They’re like pin-pricks, mere pin-pricks, burning white and so far away, in such numbers. Like fairy dust, glittering against the impenetrable darkness of the sky, if you put it in more abstract terms. The Doctor doesn’t use any terms at all. He sits in the middle of a great slope of dark grass, and looks up without really seeing anything.