Who: The Doctor and Amy Pond What: Amy forced him to watch an episode of Doctor Who Where: In front of a television somewhere Status: Incomplete Rating: Low for the moment. It depends on Pond's vocabulary, really
He'd promised Pond he would watch an episode of their show with her, but he hadn't expected it to come this soon, honestly. Figures she'd pick a day when the Americans were off stuffing themselves to within an inch of death. Well, moreso than usual. And with slightly healthier food. But he supposed he understood. If they were busy it was less people to get in the way, ask annoyingly intrusive questions, and distract the Doctor from what he was supposed to be doing: watching television with Amelia Pond.
He'd spent the first five minutes slumped on the couch, face sullen, arms wrapped around a throw pillow, just to put on a show that he was doing this under duress. Still, by the end of the hour, he was almost enraptured, leaning forward, eyes focused on the screen. The adventures with Pond would undoubtedly be good, better, perhaps, even than some of his more recent companions. It would seem gingers were always good travel companions. Should have been a ginger.
The television was clicked off, the Doctor standing. "Well, that was...not bad." It was as close to admitting he liked it as he would get.