Amelia Pond (whosscared) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-06-27 20:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, amy pond, john watson |
I don’t want giant mushrooms or talking stray cats, or blue viruses getting in here.
Who: Amy Pond and John Watson
When: After these texts 6/26ish
Where: Amy’s place (formerly Zuko’s condo)
What: The Knights who Say...
Rating/Warning: Low/None
Status: Complete
Amy wondered for a bit if John was a Flying Circus kind of guy, of if he preferred Holy Grail, or Life of Brian... she wasn’t sure herself what her favorite was. So she paused the dvd and went to pour herself another glass of wine. She was locked in, all the doors and windows were bolted, and she had Lo’s number on speed dial.
Now all she needed was John, and she’d feel safe.
John had finished off his shift -- it had been busier than usual, but not understaffed and so he’d gotten out on time -- and drove over to Amy’s as requested.
Admittedly, he had not seen anything out of the ordinary on the way over. But he’d heard murmurs of oddity the entire day. Amy Pond bringing it up only confirmed a need to be concerned. Instead of knocking on her door (that might be scary, considering the circumstances), he texted once he’d made it up to the front steps.
Amy came to the door after the text came in, and unlocked and unbolted the thing. She pulled it open with a sigh of relief, then stepped forward and glomp!hugged him. It was one of those clinging-for-dear-life kind of hugs.
Returning the hug, he somehow scooted them both forward until they were inside the condo again, and the door was shut behind them both. “Did you see something?” He asked, freeing up a hand to lock the door, bolt and all.
“No.” Amy said, shaking her head. “But Lo talked about ripping something in half? And blue zombies? Freaked me out, so I’ve been staying inside. I don’t want giant mushrooms or talking stray cats, or blue viruses getting in here. I’ve just about had it with this county.”
She pulled away from him, somewhat shaky, and went back to her wine. “I paused the movie.”
She had a point there -- this city was sort of rife with wretchedness when it came down to it. Locking the door and staying inside just seemed like the smart thing to do. “Who’s Lo?” He asked, wandering in more to get his own glass for wine. When in Rome, after all. He wondered if it was a poor time to ask which movie it was. Or why either of them thought it was a clever idea to be drinking during the possible zombie invasion.
Well, they probably wouldn’t get that drunk. One big glass of wine didn’t make for a drunk Amy. (Half a flask of Rum on the other hand...) She felt it might smooth down her nerves a bit. “Lo is my agent. He’s the one who got me my next big gig.” Amy couldn’t help a little smirk at that thought. So long as they didn’t get eaten by Zombies, she was going to be the next Tampax girl. (Hot, right? But the cash involved in that deal was amazing.)
Totally sexy. Nothing said attractive like … well. Anyway. John smiled at that though, even as he sat on the couch and poured himself a glass of wine once he’d retrieved a glass from the kitchen. “Sounds brilliant,” he said, although she hadn’t really explained much. He had known that she had a new agent though. “Must be some guy to be able to rip zombies in half.”
“Think it has something to do with the Dreams, then?” A topic that she and John hadn’t discussed all that much, actually. Now that she came to think about it, she wasn’t sure he even had those dreams. And here she was, dreaming about some bloke named Rory who she was desperately in love with, and dreaming about their wedding, and everything. Hopefully the dreams would just stop in their tracks.
"It might," John looked a little unsure -- because he wasn't really sure if all the other big things that happened in the city were due to dreams or not, either. "I'm assuming it's all a bit like that time that everything was Wonderland." He paused. "Or, wait. Do you mean your agent in general?"
“No, I mean...” Amy frowned a bit. Now she wasn’t really sure what she was thinking. “Yes. Yes, I mean both. My agent, Lo, can rip the zombies in half. Zombies and super zombie-ripping powers both come from the Dreams, maybe. Or... maybe it’s like when we had Wonderland disease.”
“Let’s just go with all of it is Dream-like and rather unnatural, shall we? It makes the mystery more bearable at least.” John did his eyebrow raise, and half lifted his wine glass as if cheers were in order.
Amy chuckled. “Cheers.” She lifted her own wine glass in the toast, and then gulped from it. She didn’t really want to talk about zombies and super zombie-ripping powers, really. She and John were... well, they were normal. So what if she traveled through time and space in her dreams with a thousand year old, two-hearted alien? John was normal. That was her preference in this life.
“Anyway, I’ve got Holy Grail in the dvd player. Or we could do something else.” There was a slight strangeness in the air now they were together. Were they supposed to choose making out over watching movies now?
John was pretty normal. Even in his dreams he was normal -- the sidekick who was only really interesting because of the things Sherlock Holmes got up to. It was only a little disappointing, really. Right now, he was glad to not have any crazy powers or tragic dreams.
“I like Holy Grail best,” he admitted, chewing the inside of his lip thoughtfully. Just because they were together didn’t mean they had to suck face all day. He wouldn’t mind it if they did, but he certainly enjoyed the little things in life too -- snuggling on the couch, sipping wine and watching Monty Python while avoiding the zombie apocalypse seemed more than fine to him. In fact, he was sure he couldn’t think of a better way to spend a night.
Amy grinned softly, deciding to let things come and go as they went. She wasn’t going to over-think things. Damnit. She turned to curl against her boyfriend, moving far closer in than a friend would. Her shoulder settled into his armpit, her other arm wrapped around his waist, and she brought her cheek to rest against his chest. She clicked the movie on and cuddled there as they watched.
It didn’t take long to forget all about the possible dangers outside, if John had to be honest.
With one arm wrapped around Amy’s shoulder, and his glass of wine in his free hand, they giggled and quoted their way through a good portion of the movie. It wasn’t awkward or uncomfortable, just fitting, really. It was nice -- beyond nice. Perfect, really.