AN: So, I figured I should start writing something after filling my summer with un-productive things (though I am joining the tennis team!). I thought along the lines of Doctor Who, and this came into my mind. Probably isn't the most original idea ever, but it'll be interesting to work with, I'm sure.
Basically, it'll be a collection of one-shots (or two-parters) about Amy and Rory's friendship (and eventually relationship) before they began traveling with the Doctor. It'll start with their meeting each other, and probably end with Rory proposing to Amy, if I even get that far. I can't guarantee I'll write frequently, since it'll just be one-shots, but I'll see. Reviews would be very much appreciated; I promise that these will get better over time. Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who.

Easter was over. School was back in session. All this meant to Amelia was she could tell more people about her encounter with the Doctor.

She had told her aunt at least thirty-seven times about it. Over dinner, before bed, in the car, at the grocery store, even while her aunt was taking a shower. Each time, her aunt just pushed it off as another story; eventually, though, her aunt threatened to get her someone else to tell the story to. Amelia wasn't sure who her aunt meant, but wasn't completely sure she wanted to find out.

She skipped off the school bus and into the school building. She waved to her music teacher Mrs. Hendricks, and ran in front of her to get her to stop.

"What is it, Amelia?" Mrs. Hendricks inquired politely.

"Do you want to hear a story?" Amelia asked excitedly.

"Well, sure, dear, but make it quick."

"Well, during Easter break, I was praying to Santa to get someone to fix the crack in my wall, and this blue box crashed in my backyard, and this man came out, and-"

"Oh, Amelia, it sounds like a fascinating story, but I must get to my classroom. You can tell me about it later, dear." Mrs. Hendricks patted the top of Amelia's head, and quickly shuffled past her.

Amelia frowned. She had a feeling she wouldn't have the opportunity to tell her the rest of the story. She quickly shook off the disappointment, though, and skipped down the hallway until she reached her classroom.

Surprisingly, there weren't many students in the room. Her bus must have come early today, she thought. She shrugged to herself and emptied the contents of her backpack into her cubby, then hung her backpack on the hook and took her seat in the back. She turned to see there were three girls talking a few seats away, and turned to them.

"Do you want to hear a story?" Amelia said loudly to them.

Only one of the girls turned around. The girl, whose name was Sharon, had straight blonde hair and green eyes, and was wearing a short pink dress. "No." She said rudely, then turned back to the others. Giggles emitted from the group, and Amelia frowned, sliding down in her seat.

"Excuse me." A low voice said to Amelia. Her head shot up to look at the person. He was an unfamiliar boy, whose only distinct feature was his biggish nose.

"Mmm?" Amelia said, sitting up.

"Um, where is everyone?" He said, motioning to the room. Amelia noticed that nobody else had entered the room since she arrived but him, and that over half of the desks were empty.

Amelia shrugged. "I just thought the buses hadn't come yet."

The boy looked around quickly, then leaned closer to Amelia's face and whispered, "I heard they caught chicken pox."

Amelia's eyes widened. "Really?"

The boy nodded. "My mum said that all the kids who went to the Easter Festival caught it, because some other kid there had it."

Amelia hesitated, then said, "I didn't go to the festival."

"Neither did I." The boy said. "And I don't think most anyone else in here was there either."

"Oh, okay." Amelia said awkwardly, short of other words. She looked up at the boy, who had started to walk away, and then said, "Wait! Do you want to hear a story?"

The boy stopped, and turned around. His countenance had brightened, and his steps back to her were quicker than his previous ones. "I love stories. What's it about?"

Amelia smiled, and began, "Well, over Easter break, I was praying to Santa-"

"You pray to Santa?"

"Yeah."

"Are you.. supposed to pray to Santa?"

"I don't know. People pray to God. Why not pray to Santa?"

The boy shrugged. Amelia continued, "Well, anyway, I was praying to Santa about getting the crack in my wall fixed-"

"Crack in your wall? Can't your dad fix that?"

Amelia's face fell. "I don't have a dad."

The boy's eyes widened, embarrassed. "Sorry." He mumbled.

"It's okay." Amelia said quickly. "Anyway, it wasn't a crack that someone like that can fix. There were voices in the crack that talked to me at night."

"Oh."

"Anyway, so after I finished praying to Santa, I heard something outside. I went outside in my nighty and saw this big blue box that crashed in my garden!"

"Whoa!"

Before Amelia could continue, the bell rang, and the teacher, Miss Winters, entered the room. Without addressing the class, she began writing information for the day on the blackboard.

"I should get back to my seat." The boy whispered.

"But I haven't finished the story!"

The boy looked around again, then said, "Tell me at lunch, then."

Amelia nodded. As he was getting up to leave, she tugged on his arm. "Wait, what's your name?"

"Rory."

"Rory… I've never met you before, Rory."

"Well, I only just came here a few weeks ago."

Amelia nodded. "Talk to you at lunch."

Rory nodded, and quickly walked back to his seat. As he sat down, Miss Winters turned around.

"Good morning, class." Miss Winters said with a smile on her face.

"Good morning, Miss Winters." The class responded in unison.

"Now, you may have noticed that the class is a bit… empty today. That's because a lot of kids got sick with the chicken pox at the Easter Festival this past weekend."

Amelia gasped, and saw from the corner of her eye Rory turning and smirking at her.

"But we still have class today, regardless. Now, would anyone like to share what they did over Easter break?"

Hands shot up, and Miss Winters selected students to share their stories. Most of them were the same, with having just gone to church on Sunday, having a big Easter dinner with the family, and going on an egg hunt afterwards. A few others were trips to the country or to their grandparents' homes.

"I ate 16 Cadbury eggs in one sitting." Rory shared. Amelia and a few others giggled, while Miss Winters had a slightly disapproving look on her face.

Amelia, having had her hand raised for several minutes, was finally called on. "Well, I didn't really do much for Easter other than eat half of a chocolate bunny, but a big blue box landed in my garden, and the man inside fixed the crack on my wall!"

Miss Winters had a skeptical look on her face. The rest of the class other than Rory seemed that way too. Rory looked back at Amelia with a sympathetic look on his face, but Amelia was too sad at the response to notice.

Without commenting on Amelia's statement, Miss Winters moved on to the next student, leaving Amelia more depressed than earlier. After the stories were finished, Miss Winters began to teach the lesson, with Amelia barely bothering to listen.

"Alright, class, for the next fifteen minutes, I'd like you to read pages 124-130 in your history books, and answer all eight questions on page 131." Miss Winters said to the class, two hours into the day.

"May we have partners?" A girl behind Amelia called.

"Don't call out without raising your hand." Miss Winters scolded. "But I suppose so."

Several students cheered, and Amelia just slouched in her seat. Nobody would want to be her partner; they all had friends that they liked better.

"Is it okay if we're partners?" A familiar voice said a short distance from her. She looked up to see Rory, sitting in the seat in front of her with his history textbook and notebook in hand.

Amelia smiled. "Yep." She opened her book to the required page. "Now, do you want to start reading, or should-"

"I was actually thinking that you could tell the story instead."

Amelia widened her eyes. He was really interested in her story. She liked that.

"So, I went outside, and saw that this big blue box had crashed into the garden, and-"

"Was it an actual blue box?"

"Well, it was more like rectangular-shaped box, but a blue box anyway."

"Okay."

"Anyway, there were doors on top, and they opened, and a man came out!"

"Whoa! How did he come out of a rectangular-shaped blue box?"

"I dunno. It looked like he was climbing out, like it was bigger than it looked, but he could have just been lying down in it. Or standing up. I think the box should have been standing up."

"What if it was a giant blue coffin? Then the doors would of been in the right place."

"I don't think it was a coffin. He didn't seem like he had been dead."

"Alright. Go on."

"Well, after that, he-"

Before Amelia could finish, she heard Miss Winters clear her throat several inches from her. Both Amelia and Rory looked up to see Miss Winters giving them a stern look.

"How much have you two read?" She asked them, tapping her foot.

"Oh, um, we couldn't remember the page numbers, so-"

"Split up, the two of you. If you're just going to chat, then you'll never get to work. Also, you'll both be inside for playtime. And not to chat, either."

The children looked equally crestfallen as Miss Winters walked away. A moment later, as Rory began to gather his books, they had recovered.

"Talk to you at lunch?" Rory whispered.

Amelia nodded and smiled. Rory grinned, and shuffled back to his seat.