Alright this is my first time writing a Doctor Who fic! I've been looking for a good adventure/cross over with Firefly and the 11th Doctor, but there are very few out there unfortunately! So I just thought I'd jump the gun and write my own! This isn't meant to be relationship based, just some fun adventures with the Doctor Who and Firefly crews! Though I'm a big Doctor/River (Song) fan, I don't want that to be the main focus of the story, so sorry if that's what you were looking for (or any other pairing for that matter)! I've already mapped out the whole of the story, so don't worry about there not being updates for months on end! I may end up just keeping it to once or twice a week for updates (minimum) there's the possibility that I update more than that each week, but no promises will be made! Enjoy!

It was the days when he could've sworn that the control room was in tip top shape, polished and looking as sexy as ever, when somehow he'd blink and it was as if a tornado had just passed through. Shirts would be hanging over handrails, pants shoved into even the smallest corners, molding food found under a pair of lacy unmentionables, mud streaks from dirty sneakers would leave the ground looking and smelling like a pig farm, and other questionable stains would appear out of thin air wherever he scanned the room. He loved having the Ponds aboard the TARDIS. He really did. Though, on certain occasions, the Doctor had to remind himself that.

A dart went whizzing past his face, nicking the tip of his nose slightly. And on certain occasions he had to remind himself several times.

"Oi! Stupid face! The dart board is the other way!" The feisty Scottish red-head smacked her husband on the chest.

"Yeah I realize this. It's not like I meant for it to slip out of my fingers." Rory said defeatedly.

"Well it wouldn't have mattered anyway 'cos I'm still ahead of you by 30!" Amy chirped in her 'I'm better than you' voice.

"Oh yeah sure, only because you keep interrupting my concentration every time I'm about to throw my darts!" Rory argued back.

"Boo, I sneezed! Get over it already won't you? Besides, you take too long of a turn. It shouldn't take someone 5 minutes to 'eye the perfect spot' on the board." Her fingers made imaginary quotation marks in the air, "Quit being such a baby about it." She scoffed, rolling her eyes.

"I wouldn't need 5 minutes to get ready if you would stop trying to trip me up!" He flailed his arms about in an attempt to mimic her 'evil ways.'

"My god! Does it ever end? You two are like a couple of toddlers! Rory, just admit that you can't play darts if your life depended on it. Amy, stop being a cheat. Now shush, kiss and make up already." The Doctor wiggled his fingers at the couple, hoping to stop their bickering.

The married couple both had their arms crossed but did as the Doctor told...quite reluctantly.

"Good, good! Now that we're all happy and not arguing-y, I'd like for you to pick up the mess you've made." His arms spread as he motioned about the control room. "I never knew messes like this even existed!" He said to himself, disturbed at each new part of the mess that was still coming in to view.

Amy groaned looking around. "Now? But aren't we about to go someplace new? You still owe us Rio."

"I'm fine with picking up so long as we can keep you away from the bars and such." Rory mumbled under his breath. It's not that he didn't like drinking. He was just always worried about Amy, especially when she got drunk. And started picking fights with random people...or aliens. And/or started losing articles of clothing throughout the night. Not that he didn't like her losing pieces of clothing. He just didn't like when others saw her breasts and...other parts, hanging out.

"What was that?" The red-head raised a suspicious eyebrow towards her husband.

"Nothing. Nothing at all!" He said all too quickly.

"Uh huh...Anyway, Doctor, we haven't gone anywhere exciting lately! Take us somewhere exciting!" She whined like a spoiled little girl.

"Nowhere exciting? Nowhere exciting! Are you serious! You're bajillions of miles from home, in a time machine, bajillions of years in the future, and this doesn't excite you!" The Doctor said exasperated. How could she not find this fun and exciting? How come anyone that accompanied him on his travels always said the same thing? "I swear it's always, 'take me somewhere exciting Doctor!' Or 'that's it?'" He mocked in a kid-like voice. "You humans always get riled up about getting in a time machine, and then in a split second find it all...all...boring! How can you find it boring?" He sighed running his hands through his hair.

Taking a more serious note he climbed down the steps towards the Ponds. He began circling the two, examining every inch of them. "Are you sure you're human..." He squinted his as he made eye contact with Rory.

Rory nervously began looking anywhere but at the Doctor. To this day he was still intimidated by the Time Lord. He hated admitting it after spending months with him, but it was hard to get over those feelings when he wasn't entirely positive if his wife was entirely positive about having entirely no more feelings for the man...or alien. Whichever was more fitting.

The Doctor clapped his hands together when he was finally satisfied. "Right! You two. Mess. Clean it. Now!" And with that he retreated underneath the console to rewire some of the circuits and tune up...stuff. He really just tried to make it look like he was busy and couldn't talk until the room was back to normal. He honestly couldn't remember what 'normal' looked like.

It felt like hours had passed as he sat in his makeshift seat hammock thing beneath the controls. He listened to the married couple bicker every now and again about something gross Amy found that she swore she had nothing to do with. He listened to the nickname she had given Rory be tossed around like it was nothing. He knew that it was an endearing term and meant to show him that she loved him, but the Doctor still didn't get why someone would smile when their face was called stupid. Constantly. He watched Rory's gaze linger on the feisty woman as she bent over to pick some more clothes up. He smiled to himself. Those two were impossible. The Doctor turned back to the 'task at hand' and a forlorn expression soon replaced the happy one. He kept thinking about the pregnancy. Or the not pregnancy. He still didn't know which one it was. It all just felt so, so...wrong. How could she not remember it? Did the Silence do something to her? He shook his head at that thought. That's preposterous and, quite frankly, gross. But that still didn't change the fact that he was still having problems wrapping his brain around it all. He was a Time Lord for christ sake! Why couldn't he figure this one out?

A shiver ran through his body and he suddenly got the sense that he was being watched. The hairs on the back of his neck began to stick up as he began scanning his surroundings. Something didn't feel right.

A shadowy figure popped down to his left.

"Doctor!"

He jumped and all but fell out of his seat spinning around to see who, or what, it was! "Blimey! Who the—Amelia Pond! Don't scare me like that! I'm in the middle of doing important stuff that's...well important!"

"Sorry Oh Great One, but I'm sure your 'important stuff' can wait, the phone won't stop ringing. Besides, I'm sure that wire has been twisted enough, wouldn't you say?" She pointed down to his hands where the only wire he had been 'working on' was twisted so tight that it was about to snap in two.

"Ah. Right." The Doctor fumbled about trying to regain his coolness. He stood up fixing his jacket and bow tie before bounding up the stairs. He hadn't heard the phone ring. And when did the two finish cleaning? Hadn't he just seen them in the middle of picking up clothes? Suddenly everything was...shiny. Since when could the room look that shiny?

"We weren't sure if we should answer it, but it's been ringing nonstop for the past few minutes now." Rory brought The Doctor back up to speed with everything that was going on.

"Has it really been ringing that long? Funny. I didn't hear a thing." He glided over to the phone and answered it cooly. "Hello, hello! This is the Doctor. Who's this?...Oh! River!" His voice piped up and he sounded more excited than usual, "To what do I owe this honour? Oh wait, don't tell me. You've gotten yourself into a pickle and need me to save you?" He joked, twirling the cord around his fingers like a schoolgirl talking to her crush on the phone. "Oh I see...Right then. Where and when are you again?...Ok...No I won't be late! I'm never late...Except for that time...And that time...Oh shush, now you're just being mean!...Oh Dr. Song you naughty girl, not when I'm in front of the kids." He glanced over to the two standing to either side of him and blushed slightly when he saw Amy's raised eyebrow and Rory's averted gaze, evidently feeling awkward listening to him flirt with River. He hit his forehead to gain control over his thoughts once more, "Ah, right! Sorry you two! Anyway, River just hold on a minute. I'm coming...Wha—I didn't mean it like that! Shut up!" He slammed the phone back down, hanging up as quickly as possible. His ears began turning red at the thought she'd just put in his head at that last comment he'd made...by accident of course!

Amy was trying to suppress her giggles while Rory nudged her to be quiet.

"Alright! You said you wanted something exciting, correct?" The Doctor said regaining composure. He began flicking switches and turning knobs as fast as he could. Running around the controls faster and faster.

"Where are we going exactly, and what was that conversation really about?" Amy inquired poking a bit more fun at the nervous Doctor.

Before he answered, the Time Lord pulled one last lever and shot a mischievous look at the Ponds. "Hold on!"

With that, the TARDIS began jerking around wildly as it spun towards the coordinates River had given him.