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[Doctor Who] life disrupted by routine (Amy/Nefetertiti)
Title: life disrupted by routine
Fandom: Doctor Who
Length: 1464 words
Prompt: Written for![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
femslash12 for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lyssie. Also posetd here.
Pairing: Amy Pond/Nefertiti; mentions of past Amy/Rory
Other: AU from 7x01, some sexual references, rating PG.
Summary: When the Doctor drags Amy off to meet dinosaurs on a spaceship, she finds herself distracted by another queen instead.
After she and Rory failed to patch up their marriage, Amy wasn't sure that the Doctor was going to come back again. He had, she knew, a terrible relationship with failure. She almost didn't want him to come back if he was going to look at her with that guilt in his eyes every time.
It wasn't just her infertility, and it wasn't something that was going to patched up in a few minutes in the middle of a dangerous situation. At some point, they'd simply broken. Look what I have endured for you, a badge of honor, became look like what I have endured because of you. It wasn't the Doctor's fault, but he still seemed to hold all the blame for himself. It was irritating.
But the Doctor did come back, ten months later. She'd hardly heard the wheeze of the TARDIS materializing before she found herself in it, with the Doctor talking in that stumbling, quick manner of his, dancing around the TARDIS console and flipping switches, tapping buttons. He'd shoved them back out the door before Amy could even figure out where they were going, but that wasn't anything particularly new.
The Doctor explained, piecemeal. He introduced the lovely woman as Neffie and seemed vaguely surprised that Rory wasn't with her until he remembered. Then he was quiet.
"I'm Amy," Amy said to Queen Nefertiti, and blathered on a bit. Should she call Nefertiti ma'am? How did you address Egyptian queens? History class never covered the important things. She was on a spaceship with dinosaurs and the Doctor and wannabe Indiana Jones and a woman twice as beautiful as the bust in the classroom.
Oh, she'd missed this. The blood was pumping in her ears and she'd probably stepped in dinosaur snot and she was once again having the best time of her life.
"I'm a queen too," she said to the queen's question, and she didn't think she'd imagined the look of appreciation she received in return. It was giving her interesting ideas of the kind she'd tried to ignore when she wasn't a single woman.
But now she was. And when they got the dinosaurs sorted, she might follow up on that.
*
Nothing ever happened that easily. They were picking up stun guns and Nefertiti wanted to know whose queen Amy was.
"My own," she said, taking a breath of the close and dusty air. "I don't need a man to be queen for. Not the Doctor, not anyone."
Riddell snorted. Amy glared at him.
"If only I could lose my own king," Nefertiti said distastefully. "Human sleeping potion."
"Tell me about it," Amy said, rolling her eyes. Men were the same in every century, or at least women complained about them in the same way. She didn't need a script.
The queen's sly smile seemed to suggest a rewrite.
*
They ran across rocky beaches that turned out to be hard drives, hand in hand, and Nefertiti's defiant laugh rang out against the cloudy sky. They rode dinosaurs and Nefertiti's hand crept up her thigh. Riddell was forgotten. The Doctor grew brighter and tripped over himself more often, trying to impress them.
He was a completely horrible matchmaker, but when he offered to drop them off together for a holiday, Amy agreed.
"Not Africa," she told him, rolling her eyes as she looked out of the TARDIS onto the unspoiled plains, far from Cairo. "Do you want me to get eaten by lions?"
"I thought you could make friends," the Doctor said. She wasn't sure if he was pretending to be disappointed, or if he really was. "They're really only big cats, you know. Quite friendly as long as you don't smell like dinner."
Amy shared a look with Nefertiti.
"My apartment will be fine, promise," Amy said.
"You want me to drop you off with an Egyptian queen in the middle of London?" the Doctor said, looking uncertain. Amy just smiled at him. He tried being severe. "No museums and no Wikipedia!" he announced, and shut the TARDIS door firmly, trying to seem like it was all his idea.
Amy had been planning to look up Nefertiti's article and see if she had any recorded episodes of lesbianism in her history, but it didn't bother her too much to have to do her own research.
*
There were no museums. In fact, the two of them didn't leave the apartment for three days. Nefertiti's skin was golden and gorgeous, and Amy had this crazy thought of calling up the Doctor and getting him to bring Vincent here, just so she could have record of such beauty sprawled across her tangled sheets. Nefertiti's ass was nearly as nice as Amy's own, according to Amy's practiced (and possibly biased) eye.
It had been a long time since Amy had had sex with anyone who wasn't Rory. He was a man who knew her almost as well as she knew herself, which was both good and bad. He was practiced, but he was never new. Nefertiti was fun of ideas and willing to improvise. And she was a biter. Amy liked that.
On the fourth day, Amy had a modeling gig, so she outfitted Nefertiti from her closet the best that she could (the queen was a bit more curvy than she was, and she looked so good in one of Amy's dresses that they were quite nearly late for the shoot). Afterwards they went for ice cream in a small cafe, their feet touching under the table.
"I hope no one ever asks me when I learned Egyptian," Amy said with a laugh. They'd passed Nefertiti off as a friend visiting from Africa, which was true in every sense of the word, but her English wasn't much, and none of the film crew had the rapport with the TARDIS that allowed Amy to understand Nefertiti.
And as it turned out, the Doctor had never quite explained to Nefertiti how things worked with the TARDIS and his life, so Amy took a good couple of hours sharing stories. It was nice to have this connection with someone else who didn't share all that history with her. She could look at it more objectively now, the great things and the terrible ones. She even found herself telling Nefertiti about River and Melody, and how it was like she had two daughters, and didn't know either of them very well.
"Ah, well," the queen said, "that is how daughters are, even without the mess of time travel. Still, that can't have been easy. And what a son-in-law to disapprove of!" She was laughing now, and Amy leaned across the table to taste the chocolate still lingering on the corner of Nefertiti's mouth.
The Doctor had said he'd be back in a week. It was a month before he landed the TARDIS in the middle of the art installation across the street from Amy's apartment building. She heard the cracking of the plastic from her kitchen and pumped a fist silently. She'd really hated that thing.
"Pond! Neffie!" he said cheerily as he managed to stumble into the apartment. There were clothes strewn all over the couch because they'd been ignoring the laundry for a little while. The Doctor's eyes caught something lacy and he hurried himself into the kitchen, where he found the women. Nefertiti was drinking orange juice, standing at the counter, and Amy was modeling for her in an over-sized sweater, a notable lack of pants, and Nefertiti's headdress. It gleamed gold in the early morning light through the window.
"What a hat!" he said, almost jealously. "I don't suppose -- no, I won't ask. To try it on, I mean. You seem quite comfortable, you two. It's about time to head back to Egypt, though. Legends still to be made and all that."
Amy smiled one of those slow grins that made him worry. She'd been thinking about something.
"Of course," Nefertiti said, putting her glass in the sink. "It's time for Amy to see what it means to be a queen in my country."
"This isn't a cultural exchange program," the Doctor protested.
"Oh please," Amy said. "You love Egypt. You can't tell me you weren't going to stop off for a bit and feed the crocodiles or something."
The Doctor wavered. "Well..."
"Just bring me along. We'll stay out of your hair," Amy promised. "There might even be an opportunity for a funny hat. Or mummies."
"I do love mummies," the Doctor said, his reserve clearly faltering. The women took him, each by an elbow, and led him out the door. Amy was still wearing the headdress. It fit her quite well.
Into the TARDIS they went, and off to Egypt, and out of history.
Fandom: Doctor Who
Length: 1464 words
Prompt: Written for
femslash12 for lyssie. Also posetd here.Pairing: Amy Pond/Nefertiti; mentions of past Amy/Rory
Other: AU from 7x01, some sexual references, rating PG.
Summary: When the Doctor drags Amy off to meet dinosaurs on a spaceship, she finds herself distracted by another queen instead.
After she and Rory failed to patch up their marriage, Amy wasn't sure that the Doctor was going to come back again. He had, she knew, a terrible relationship with failure. She almost didn't want him to come back if he was going to look at her with that guilt in his eyes every time.
It wasn't just her infertility, and it wasn't something that was going to patched up in a few minutes in the middle of a dangerous situation. At some point, they'd simply broken. Look what I have endured for you, a badge of honor, became look like what I have endured because of you. It wasn't the Doctor's fault, but he still seemed to hold all the blame for himself. It was irritating.
But the Doctor did come back, ten months later. She'd hardly heard the wheeze of the TARDIS materializing before she found herself in it, with the Doctor talking in that stumbling, quick manner of his, dancing around the TARDIS console and flipping switches, tapping buttons. He'd shoved them back out the door before Amy could even figure out where they were going, but that wasn't anything particularly new.
The Doctor explained, piecemeal. He introduced the lovely woman as Neffie and seemed vaguely surprised that Rory wasn't with her until he remembered. Then he was quiet.
"I'm Amy," Amy said to Queen Nefertiti, and blathered on a bit. Should she call Nefertiti ma'am? How did you address Egyptian queens? History class never covered the important things. She was on a spaceship with dinosaurs and the Doctor and wannabe Indiana Jones and a woman twice as beautiful as the bust in the classroom.
Oh, she'd missed this. The blood was pumping in her ears and she'd probably stepped in dinosaur snot and she was once again having the best time of her life.
"I'm a queen too," she said to the queen's question, and she didn't think she'd imagined the look of appreciation she received in return. It was giving her interesting ideas of the kind she'd tried to ignore when she wasn't a single woman.
But now she was. And when they got the dinosaurs sorted, she might follow up on that.
*
Nothing ever happened that easily. They were picking up stun guns and Nefertiti wanted to know whose queen Amy was.
"My own," she said, taking a breath of the close and dusty air. "I don't need a man to be queen for. Not the Doctor, not anyone."
Riddell snorted. Amy glared at him.
"If only I could lose my own king," Nefertiti said distastefully. "Human sleeping potion."
"Tell me about it," Amy said, rolling her eyes. Men were the same in every century, or at least women complained about them in the same way. She didn't need a script.
The queen's sly smile seemed to suggest a rewrite.
*
They ran across rocky beaches that turned out to be hard drives, hand in hand, and Nefertiti's defiant laugh rang out against the cloudy sky. They rode dinosaurs and Nefertiti's hand crept up her thigh. Riddell was forgotten. The Doctor grew brighter and tripped over himself more often, trying to impress them.
He was a completely horrible matchmaker, but when he offered to drop them off together for a holiday, Amy agreed.
"Not Africa," she told him, rolling her eyes as she looked out of the TARDIS onto the unspoiled plains, far from Cairo. "Do you want me to get eaten by lions?"
"I thought you could make friends," the Doctor said. She wasn't sure if he was pretending to be disappointed, or if he really was. "They're really only big cats, you know. Quite friendly as long as you don't smell like dinner."
Amy shared a look with Nefertiti.
"My apartment will be fine, promise," Amy said.
"You want me to drop you off with an Egyptian queen in the middle of London?" the Doctor said, looking uncertain. Amy just smiled at him. He tried being severe. "No museums and no Wikipedia!" he announced, and shut the TARDIS door firmly, trying to seem like it was all his idea.
Amy had been planning to look up Nefertiti's article and see if she had any recorded episodes of lesbianism in her history, but it didn't bother her too much to have to do her own research.
*
There were no museums. In fact, the two of them didn't leave the apartment for three days. Nefertiti's skin was golden and gorgeous, and Amy had this crazy thought of calling up the Doctor and getting him to bring Vincent here, just so she could have record of such beauty sprawled across her tangled sheets. Nefertiti's ass was nearly as nice as Amy's own, according to Amy's practiced (and possibly biased) eye.
It had been a long time since Amy had had sex with anyone who wasn't Rory. He was a man who knew her almost as well as she knew herself, which was both good and bad. He was practiced, but he was never new. Nefertiti was fun of ideas and willing to improvise. And she was a biter. Amy liked that.
On the fourth day, Amy had a modeling gig, so she outfitted Nefertiti from her closet the best that she could (the queen was a bit more curvy than she was, and she looked so good in one of Amy's dresses that they were quite nearly late for the shoot). Afterwards they went for ice cream in a small cafe, their feet touching under the table.
"I hope no one ever asks me when I learned Egyptian," Amy said with a laugh. They'd passed Nefertiti off as a friend visiting from Africa, which was true in every sense of the word, but her English wasn't much, and none of the film crew had the rapport with the TARDIS that allowed Amy to understand Nefertiti.
And as it turned out, the Doctor had never quite explained to Nefertiti how things worked with the TARDIS and his life, so Amy took a good couple of hours sharing stories. It was nice to have this connection with someone else who didn't share all that history with her. She could look at it more objectively now, the great things and the terrible ones. She even found herself telling Nefertiti about River and Melody, and how it was like she had two daughters, and didn't know either of them very well.
"Ah, well," the queen said, "that is how daughters are, even without the mess of time travel. Still, that can't have been easy. And what a son-in-law to disapprove of!" She was laughing now, and Amy leaned across the table to taste the chocolate still lingering on the corner of Nefertiti's mouth.
The Doctor had said he'd be back in a week. It was a month before he landed the TARDIS in the middle of the art installation across the street from Amy's apartment building. She heard the cracking of the plastic from her kitchen and pumped a fist silently. She'd really hated that thing.
"Pond! Neffie!" he said cheerily as he managed to stumble into the apartment. There were clothes strewn all over the couch because they'd been ignoring the laundry for a little while. The Doctor's eyes caught something lacy and he hurried himself into the kitchen, where he found the women. Nefertiti was drinking orange juice, standing at the counter, and Amy was modeling for her in an over-sized sweater, a notable lack of pants, and Nefertiti's headdress. It gleamed gold in the early morning light through the window.
"What a hat!" he said, almost jealously. "I don't suppose -- no, I won't ask. To try it on, I mean. You seem quite comfortable, you two. It's about time to head back to Egypt, though. Legends still to be made and all that."
Amy smiled one of those slow grins that made him worry. She'd been thinking about something.
"Of course," Nefertiti said, putting her glass in the sink. "It's time for Amy to see what it means to be a queen in my country."
"This isn't a cultural exchange program," the Doctor protested.
"Oh please," Amy said. "You love Egypt. You can't tell me you weren't going to stop off for a bit and feed the crocodiles or something."
The Doctor wavered. "Well..."
"Just bring me along. We'll stay out of your hair," Amy promised. "There might even be an opportunity for a funny hat. Or mummies."
"I do love mummies," the Doctor said, his reserve clearly faltering. The women took him, each by an elbow, and led him out the door. Amy was still wearing the headdress. It fit her quite well.
Into the TARDIS they went, and off to Egypt, and out of history.