Ice Skating w/makeherblue

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Her hands shot out in front of her, yelping when she nearly face planted into the ice. This was her first time ever ice skating and it was pretty obvious. "Doctor!" Amy shouted, arms flailing about as she moved forward having absolutely no idea how to stop.

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Oh, it was more than obvious. It was almost downright adorable.

The Doctor came gliding toward her. "You're windmilling the wrong way!" He was entirely unhelpful on that front, as if there was a proper way to flail (there was - he ought to know) and Amy was doing it Very Very Wrong.

He followed as Amy skated - well, "skated" was a rather strong word. He'd rather go with "wobbled" - across the frozen pond, catching up before that bush could jump in front of her. The Doctor reached out to steady Amy.

"There you go. I thought you'd be better at this," the Doctor said, sounding faintly surprised.

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"How am I-?" Amy cut off with a squeak when she nearly fell over, again. "I don't even know what I'm doing!" Clearly.

Of course the Doctor was being a show off, when wasn't he? Holding onto his hand tightly, Amy stood up a bit straighter now that she had something supporting her a bit. She couldn't feel her face anymore, it was bloody freezing but the Doctor had thought this would be a fun thing to do, and stupidly, so had she. "I've never gone ice skating before."

Trying to turn around so she was facing him, Amy held her free hand out to the side as her legs wobbled uncontrollably. "It looked a lot easier when I'd watch them on the tele." Amy admitted, slowly loosing her grasp on his to try and do it herself again. She got, oh, a few centimetres away from him before promptly falling on her arse. "Shut up." Amy warned, knowing he'd just have to say something.

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"Oh, I can see that," the Doctor said helpfully. Amy seemed to spend more time falling or nearly-but-not-quite falling that she hadn't worked in much actual skating.

He watched Amy continue to do very, very poorly at ice-skating, her knees going every which way. She seemed to be doing better with someone to hold her hand (literally) and for a moment he had hope that she might be salvageable on the ice-skating front. Then she had the brilliant idea to let go.

Of course she went down like a sack of flour.

The Doctor tried not too look too amused. He failed. "They've had loads more practice. Possibly a genetic disposition toward ice skating. It's been known to happen," the Doctor came to a stop and stopped to help her up from the ice. "Clearly not in your case, I'd say."

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Glaring up at him, Amy had half a mind to wipe that smug/amused look off of his face. Though in order to do that, she'd need to stand up first. Grabbing hold of both his hands Amy, slowly and carefully, stood back up. "Oh shut up." She said once she was on her feet again. "Can we give the ice skating a rest for a while, I'm freezing." Yes, because that's why she wanted to stop ice skating, not because she was bad or anything.

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To do that she'd probably have to get the hang of skating first, which...wasn't looking too likely.

The Doctor helped Amy to the edge of the pond, where he had laid out an epically tacky, eye-blindingly gaudy knit blanket down on the log. It was the cutting edge of fashion back on Halgon and one of those hideous souvenirs that kept popping up no matter where you tossed it.`The Doctor patted it, indicating Amy should sit down.

"Right, so! Food. Lunch by now, at a guess," the Doctor patted himself down for the food, reaching deep to his elbows in his pockets. "How are things?"

He peered at her. By things he meants "at home", "with Rory" and "has anything happened that doesn't involve Twitter?" all rolled into one.

Sorry for the super long delay. Had to deal with Hurricane Sandy.

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Normally, she would've brushed off his help but she'd rather not fall flat on her face, or arse, again. Pushing her hair away from her face, Amy took a seat down next to him on the hideous looking blanket.

Eying him as he dug through his pockets for food, she rolled her eyes at his attempt to make conversation. "Fine. You know, normal." Which used to be something, that in Amy's mind, would never be possible. They both had normal jobs, Rory was still a nurse and Amy still wrote articles. "Rory's been working a lot more hours at the hospital."

"What about you?" Amy picked off an piece of lint on her jacket before bringing her gaze back to his. "Have you... Are you traveling with anyone else?"

Hopefully things are looking up on your end. Stay safe!

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The Doctor had a slightly aghast expression at the word "normal". Normal sounded horrifying, terrible, and everything in between, smack in the center of boring. (He was very happy to say that no, Amy, he didn't know "normal" and he was very proud about that).

"That sounds...normal," the Doctor said, fishing about for something to say. "Saving lots of lives and delivering babies, is he?"

Now that did sound much better than just "normal"! Good man, Rory! By now the Doctor has located part of the picnic in his pockets, pulling out a pair of smooshed-but-still-decent sandwiches and holding one out to Amy.

"Me? On and off, really. Not long-term," the Doctor admitted. "Usually pop in for a quick adventure and pop back out again."