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Title:  Choose Your Own Adventure
Pairing:  Amy/Rory/Eleven
Rating: R for references to TEH SEX
Length: 700 words
Spoilers: Doctor Who - Amy's Choice
Summary:  OT3 fic - bit of a lead-up to that, I'd call it. 
A/N:  This is not a "choose-your-own-adventure trope" tale. As much fun as that could be!



Amy knows. Knows when the Doctor is restive, knows that word from one of her school reports. Amelia Pond is restive; she has difficulty listening and following directions. Her aunt had looked it up though Amy had insisted the teacher had meant "restful". Well.

It's not a bedroom they've chosen, but it had beds, sort of. Cosy, pillowy sofa-like lumps in an arc along the curve of the ship. The walls bloomed with soft pink light. It's Amy's favourite room in the TARDIS and Rory had triumphantly put his finger on why.

"Like a... womb, isn't it?"

"You've a good memory, then," she'd said. "Or they showed you the insides of wombs at nurse school."

Rory opened his mouth then shut it and coloured and she read his mind -- he'd been about to make some sort of improper joke about female anatomy (hers, in fact) but had thought better of it, though he'd known she'd laugh and maybe try to fix the joke a bit.

"There were diagrams, yes."

The TARDIS had warmed again, returned to its lovely temperate state -- the perfect temperature is when you don't notice the temperature, Amy thought. But it actually adjusted to them. She and Rory had decamped to their quarters and had a hasty happy-to-be-alive shag on the floor, which was becoming a bit of a tradition. Saved from vampires? Shag. Nearly frosted to death? Shag. Her head had smacked back against the hatch door during, causing it to open one, two, ten times. (It was a very accommodating hatch door. Good old TARDIS.)

Now Amy and Rory were freshly-bathed and wrapped up in dressing-gowns - Rory in rich deep green, his favourite colour, and Amy's flame-red. How did the TARDIS manage that one? How had it known they'd wanted plates of chips and crispy battered haddock earlier? She gave up puzzling over it. It just knew.

They sprawled on the pillowy things while the Doctor paced and picked through the bookshelves.

"Aren't you tired?" Amy asked, exasperated finally by the muttering and fluttering at the room's periphery.

"Not as such, no. Haven't you slept enough for one day, Pond?" the Doctor asked.

Amy glanced at Rory, the subtle flutter beneath his closed eyelids telegraphing a dream. "Now I can nap properly and not wake up being chased by bloodthirsty pensioners, it's much more satisfying."

The Doctor (A doctor and a nurse, fancy that -- she was a lucky girl) disappeared and Amy felt her eyes slip shut. She dreamed: this time she wasn't a mum-to-be stirring batter in a Cath Kidston apron but an artist slopping paint on a canvas and Rory was there (with that ponytail -- bless) and so was the Doctor and who said that couldn't be what five years on would look like? (He'd kissed her back. He had.)

A flutter of movement on the pillow-sofa jarred her and she cracked one eyelid a fraction to spy the grey-robed Doctor at her right. He was looking at her -- not her face, no -- his gaze travelled upward and stopped at the tie round her middle, swept upward and lingered and she felt herself flush. She opened her eyes wide.

"Game up," she said.

"Sorry," replied the Doctor, but he didn't sound actually sorry. And neither was Amy. She'd all but delivered him an engraved invitation that night in her bedroom, which was, technically, still tonight.

Amy glanced at Rory, awake now, and smiled at his drowsy-sweet expression. His hand tightened around hers, the ring making a little sharp dent in the back of her finger as she squeezed back.

Amy resolved to bring the latest dolls she'd made with her when they stopped off back at Leadworth the next time. And to make one for Rory. Childish things, but...

"Maybe I'll be an artist in five years, Doctor," she said, sleepily, and he rolled his neck along the back cushion to face her.

She stretched her free arm out along the soft fabric of the cushion (was that silk? It felt silky) and captured the Doctor's hand in hers, pulled it toward her waist until his knuckles met Rory's.

"Anything could happen, right?"


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Date: 2010-05-27 02:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] quirkysmuse.livejournal.com
Aww, this was lovely. Nice work!

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Date: 2010-05-27 03:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 51stcenturyfox.livejournal.com
Thank you! I meant to go somewhere else with this, but it wanted to end there. :)

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Date: 2010-05-27 02:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] neifile7.livejournal.com
I LOFF YOU, U GDSS.

Oh, man. I'm gonna have a new OT3 soon.

this time she wasn't a mum-to-be stirring batter in a Cath Kidston apron but an artist slopping paint on a canvas and Rory was there (with that ponytail -- bless) and so was the Doctor and who said that couldn't be what five years on would look like? (He'd kissed her back. He had.)

That's just a wonderful bit of compressed thought, with so much under the surface. Wow.

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Date: 2010-05-27 06:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 51stcenturyfox.livejournal.com
Loads under the surface! I'm happy that you uncovered that. *glee clap*

New OT3. OYES.

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Date: 2010-05-27 03:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] darthhellokitty.livejournal.com
Promising! Very promising! I love how the Tardis sets things up.

I like that she thinks of being an artist, considering her creativeness in making all the dolls and things (and yes! make a Rory doll! collect the whole set! bless!)it's clearly part of her makeup.

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Date: 2010-05-27 08:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 51stcenturyfox.livejournal.com
The TARDIS loves a booty call.

I do like to think of her as an artist. Not that there's anything wrong with her kissogram job or being a full-time parent, but I think she likes making things. :)

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Date: 2010-05-27 04:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] strangecreature.livejournal.com
Eeee, I'm so glad you're writing these three! <3 I really like this... Peaceful and detail-rich and lovely.

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Date: 2010-05-27 08:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 51stcenturyfox.livejournal.com
Thank you very much!

I... couldn't write the sexxins. Maybe later. :D

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Date: 2010-05-27 04:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wiredblowfish.livejournal.com
I get all tingly when you write about their future. Thanks!

(So true what you say about the perfect temperature.)

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Date: 2010-05-27 08:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 51stcenturyfox.livejournal.com
Nobody likes catching a chill (or frostbite!) Thank you!

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Date: 2010-05-27 10:06 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ryttu3k.livejournal.com
Oh, love <3 For some reason, I love the fish and chips line - good old TARDIS *grin* And just... yay, in general!

(Also, congrats on being the first person to post to got_my_boys *grin* ...I need an OT3 icon.)

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Date: 2010-05-28 02:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 51stcenturyfox.livejournal.com
I need an icon too! :)

Thanks for starting up the comm! (And reading!)

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Date: 2010-05-27 10:09 pm (UTC)
such_heights: amy and rory looking at a pile of post (who: amy)
From: [personal profile] such_heights
Oh, perfect! <333

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Date: 2010-05-28 02:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 51stcenturyfox.livejournal.com
*squee!*

Thank you!

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Date: 2010-05-27 10:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] spaciireth.livejournal.com
I love the TARDIS just knowing. Of course she does. Also, this was so adorable.

I need an icon of the three of them.

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Date: 2010-05-28 02:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 51stcenturyfox.livejournal.com
So do I! Aww, thank you very much. :)

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Date: 2010-05-27 11:06 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] stars-fell.livejournal.com
YAY OT3 FIC. Thank you so much. :D

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Date: 2010-05-28 02:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 51stcenturyfox.livejournal.com
Thank you! Very happy you liked this. :)

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Date: 2010-05-27 11:56 pm (UTC)
ext_1771: Joe Flanigan looking A-Dorable. (Default)
From: [identity profile] monanotlisa.livejournal.com
How gorgeous - warm, resonant, and full of promise!

Would love to see you tackle these three again. ;)

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Date: 2010-05-28 08:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 51stcenturyfox.livejournal.com
Thanks very kindly! I may tackle them again, yup!

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Date: 2010-05-28 12:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] toestastegood.livejournal.com
OT3 fic! Yay! This is so lovely. Amy's POV is perfect and sleepy and joking. I love how you portray the Doctor here as well, he's so precise and strange.

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Date: 2010-05-28 08:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 51stcenturyfox.livejournal.com
Thank you so much! Really glad to hear you liked this. :)

He is precise and strange, all right!

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Date: 2010-05-29 07:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hab318princess.livejournal.com
that was brilliant

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Date: 2010-05-29 10:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 51stcenturyfox.livejournal.com
Yay, so pleased you thought so! Thank you! <3

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Date: 2010-05-29 06:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hilaryscribbles.livejournal.com
This. Excellence.

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Date: 2010-05-30 09:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 51stcenturyfox.livejournal.com
Oh, thank you! *puts lovely comment in pocket* :)

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Date: 2010-05-30 12:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ayuette.livejournal.com
*GRINS*
<3
This is fantastic, adorable, and just the amount of fluff I needed to read right now. *_*

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Date: 2010-05-30 09:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 51stcenturyfox.livejournal.com
Thanks very much!

I know what you mean, and hope it helped a bit!

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Date: 2010-07-01 04:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] everworld2662.livejournal.com
"Like a... womb, isn't it?"

"You've a good memory, then," she'd said. "Or they showed you the insides of wombs at nurse school."


Every bit of dialogue in this is perfect, but this exchange in particular. Also Amy's dream and her game up. And the Doctor's sorry that isn't really sorry.

Thank you for contributing to my growing personal canon of these three. :D

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Date: 2010-07-01 02:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 51stcenturyfox.livejournal.com
Thank you! I'm really happy that you liked the dialogue, especially! :)

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Date: 2010-08-22 09:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thette.livejournal.com
Thank you. You've made my day happier.

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Date: 2010-08-22 11:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 51stcenturyfox.livejournal.com
Thank you! I'm honoured and that makes me happy. \O/

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Date: 2011-10-17 04:50 pm (UTC)
kass: Eleven and Amy Pond. (Eleven)
From: [personal profile] kass
Oh, this is wonderful!

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Date: 2011-04-01 10:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] karaokegal.livejournal.com
I really like the gentleness of this as well as the vagueness. Everybody knows what they want, but no one wants to force anything. It feels exactly like the beginning to "half-asleep" sex, which can be some of the best kind.