Matt Smith. 30. Actor. Director. Badger Lover. 
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Double Trouble
The Doctor got out of his TARDIS and straightened his bowtie, closing the door behind him. He shoved his hands in his pockets and walked about 2013 London. God, the TARDIS always leading him there. He walked and walked, until he accidentally bumped into someone, he couldn’t see how he looked like, since he really wasn’t paying attention. He patted the other’s back and smiled politely, “Oh, I’m so sorry, I, um, I wasn’t watching where I was going.” He looked clearly at the other, noticing it was…Him? “Ah.”
Matt was feeling tired after a long day filming in London. As amazing as it was to be up in the sky and feel so free, after a number of takes he’d begun to regret asking to hang out of a big blue box, his feet dangling first gleefully but then strenuously in the air. That scene was long over now though, they’d shot many different sequences since. It had been one of the longest days filming in a while and once it got to 2am, Jenna playfully slapped him across the face to keep him awake. “Back off Coleman!” he’d threatened teasingly, sounding like a pouty teenager.
Needing a moment to himself, he jogged around the square. His eyes still managing to drift closed, he felt someone bumping into him and stepped back to say sorry. “Sorry, excuse-” he began, eyeing what looked like a bowtie in the dark of his gaze.
The voice almost made him jump out of his skin. It was like he was hearing him talking to himself. He really did need some sleep. Blinking rapidly, he raised a hand to scratch his forehead confusedly.
“Who are you?” he muttered sleepily, presuming he was overly tired and seeing things. Maybe someone was dressing up as him to take the piss, or maybe it was a fan in cosplay and he was just going crazy from being dead on his feet.
Amy frowned when he pulled away and groaned. She was about to just go along with what he was saying because maybe, just maybe he would do that one thing that she has been waiting for him to do. And then he stopped. He bloody stopped and she wanted to punch him for doing that. “The night before my wedding I pursue you, and you tell me that I am not good enough for you. In simplistic words. But then you go and you hit on me and pull off my top in a suggestive manner and then you stop?” It was now her turn to groan.
Turning away from him she reached for his jacket and slipped it over her, seeing that she didn’t know where he put her top and she didn’t feel like looking around. “You make it so hard not to rip your clothes off, but at the same time you make it hard not to punch you. You just..” With that she turned and started walking down the beach away from him, his jacket still covering her up, leaving only her legs showing just underneath it. “You are the Doctor. Unless you are a clone. But even then, don’t tease me and then stop what you were doing. Once was enough.”
Matt sighed and nodded as she began to recall the night before her wedding. This was Amy - and her wedding - to Rory. He started to remember how him and Karen had filmed that kiss. It had been one of their first days and they’d been thrown together like a couple of kids; no idea what they were doing or what might happen between them. Despite feeling her hand on his inner thigh and the look in her eyes as she broke their kiss, he’d chosen not to pursue it. Things had just started with Daisy and for once he’d thought to try a proper relationship. He had to ignore whatever was going on with him and Karen and focus on his sexy model of a girlfriend. It was just a silly crush, it would pass… Only it didn’t. Now she was in LA and probabaly dating some pretty boy.
And here was Amy, pleading with him to explain.
“Amy…i’m sorry. I had to make sure that you were with Rory. The wedding had to happen, things were in the way.” he attempted, pausing to look at her carefully. She looked so confused and upset, he wasn’t sure what he could say to make things better. He didn’t know Amy like he knew Kaz.
Once she’d stripped him of his jacket, he shivered from the breeze and followed straight after her. “You didn’t want me to stop then?” he asked quietly, admiring the view of her long gorgeous legs as she walked across the sand. He’d give anything to have them wrapped around is waist, but not before he knew exactly what was going on with her. He didn’t want to taken advantage and he certainly needed to reassure her that he was the Doctor. He had the clothes, voice and looks; even a TARDIS. Maybe he should just make himself into the Doctor. She looked so attractive wearing the Doctor’s jacket like that and he wanted to pull it off of her again.
His rational thoughts were quickly disappearing and he didn’t care about anything else as well as she looked like Karen and she was willing. Besides, he’d always he’d a bit of a crush on her character as well; the feisty seductress.
He stood facing her and then lent his forehead against her as he’d done in may episodes with her. He gave her a kiss on the forehead and then gave her his ‘trust me’ smile as he purred, “I’m the Doctor, you’re Amelia Jessica Pond. Now get up against that box right now”
Now this was getting weird. But it wasn’t like she was going to go against it. Normally the Doctor would close his eyes or turn and tell him to cover up, but not this time. He was looking at her in almost envy and lust and it was making her question what was going on with him or if he possibly maybe had forgotten her in one way or another. But then he called her Pond and then it didn’t make sense.
His hands moved to her waist and she swallowed thickly, her cheeks turning as red as her hair. “What are you doing?” His hands made a grab at her top but it didn’t go as smoothly as he had thought it might have. She was close to helping, but then why would she? This was the Doctor and why did he want her top off? She wasn’t sure what was going on or why, but it was mind boggling and you could honestly say that she hasn’t been with anyone since she was with Rory. You can say that she was now celibate and now the Doctor was going to change that. Or she thinks that he would take care of that.
Queen if wishful thinking.
His forehead was against hers and she could feel his breath on her lips and her hearts had started beating faster in her chest. “I’m not this Kaz person that you think I am.” She whispered, her hands moving to tease against the hem of his trousers before moving back to play with her own fingers. “My name is Amelia Jessica Pond. Doctor, you couldn’t have forgotten my name. I am not Kaz.”
“What?” Matt groaned, keeping his eyes shut as he wondered if she was being honest with him. This was his dream and he didn’t understand why she was so confused and claiming not to be Karen. Maybe it was caused by something in the back of his mind, telling him that this was somehow wrong. He should have just made a move on the real Kaz when he’d ad the chance.
Taking a step back from her, he ran his hand through his hair and bit his lip. Maybe pretending to be the doctor hadn’t been the best idea, especially now that he kept calling her Kaz instead of Amy. Amelia. He drilled the name into his brain and got out the sonic screwdriver which had still been hanging in his pocket.
“Yes Pond of course I know who you are. I’ve been sleeping, Timelord’s aren’t suppose to do it it slows their brains down. I need a moment to catch up, a cup of tea and a fez and i’ll be sorted!” he attempted, giving her an innocent smile. He straightened his bowtie and then gave her a sincere, concerned look. “Things are slow I need to catch up, my memory’s shaky. You’re gonna have to explain things to me very clearly…Sorry about the..” He gestured to her chest, finally glancing down at her breasts and then taking a bit too long to look away again. “The thing”
