AN: Ok! This is the ipod challenge, Rory is on earth, with another girl. I like Rory, but I can't say I like Rory x Amy that much, so these are more Doctor x Amy. If you don't like it, all I can say is please don't read. Each chapter is a drabble, standing alone, and I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I did writing them.
So, the first song I got on my shuffle was 'Constellations' by Jack Johnson.
This is set on a random planet I suppose, and I hope you like it.
The light was leaving
In the west it was blue
The children's laughter sang
And skipping just like the stones they threw
Their voices echoed across the way
Its getting late
The Doctor smiled at Amy and took her hand, walking away from the town they'd been staying in, away from the children playing in the street, next to the lake in the town centre.
Together they walked to a hill in the west, where the sky was still eggshell blue. Above them a light rose colored star lit this planet's surface, tickling it pink.
As they walked they said nothing, concentrating on the dusty crystals and stones littering the well worn path to the crest of the hill, simply feeling the warmth of each other's palms, the slender, nimble elegance of the way each finger was formed, the slight bump of a knuckle, and gentle gentle scratch of the tip of a nail.
It was just another night
With a sunset
And a moonrise not so far behind
To give us just enough light
To lay down underneath the stars
Listen to papas translations
Of the stories across the sky
We drew our own constellations
The sun slid beneath the horizon, and the sky burned up and then cooled to a midnight similar to that of Earth. The Doctor and Amy leant back against the fleshy trunk of a tree halfway between an oak and a palm, with glowing orange seed pods, veined with white milky lines.
The Doctor allowed her a hint of a smile, and nodded to the multitude of stars in the sky, so like and yet so unlike Amy's native map of constellations.
"I could tell you stories about them. So many stories."
Amy raised an eyebrow and leaned against the Doctor's chest, feeling his warmth, and , faintly, the double thud of his heartbeats.
"Whose stories? Yours or theirs?"
The Doctor smirked, and shrugged, moving his head to look down into Amy's face, her golden brown hazel eyes.
"Both, I suppose."
Amy smiled a little, snuggled into his chest and stared up into the stars. There was a spiral in the east, clearly visible, a whole galaxy, tinged a faint lilac.
Grey-blue clouds scudded across the sky, but it was on the whole remarkably clear. A scattering of golden rain fell, and the Doctor and Amy stayed warm and dry beneath the shelter of the alien tree.
Amy bit her lip, and reflected in her eyes were a million brand new stars. She reached up to rest a hand on the Doctor's shoulder, unable to see the quiet pleasure, and secret pain playing across his face.
"Go on then, raggedy man. Tell me your stories."
The west winds often last too long
The wind may calm down
Nothing ever feels the same
Sheltered under the Kamani tree
Waiting for the passing rain
Clouds keep moving to uncover the scene
Stars above us chasing the day away
To find the stories that we sometimes need
Listen close enough
All else fades
Fades away
Eventually the Doctor became tired of telling stories, and the evening fell silent. He coughed a little, his throat sore, but his heart and mind were singing with memory and fantasy. He stared at the stars silently, wondering if he'd ever get tired of loving this universe.
Maybe he did, sometimes. Sometimes things got difficult, and painful, and so very very sad. Sometimes, when he woke screaming in the night, or lost another soul, another friend, another love…
The Doctor glanced down at Amy's red head, then down into her face, and noticed with a little start that she'd fallen asleep.
As he stared in wonder at her calm, childlike, beautiful face, she moaned a little and snuggled closer to him, her hand reaching up and wrapping around his shoulder as she positioned her head closer to his heart.
Amelia Jessica Pond. The little girl who waited.
No. The Doctor didn't think he'd ever get tired of loving this universe.
It was just another night
With a sunset
And a moonrise not so far behind
To give us just enough light
To lay down underneath the stars
Listen to all the translations
Of the stories across the sky
We drew our own constellations