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Who: Amy Pond and John Watson
When: During their vacation
Where: A pub in Scotland
What: Being schmoopy
Rating/Warning: Low/None, innuendo
Status: Complete



Amy was in a booth against the far wall, waiting for John to come back over with the pints. She’d been smiling almost nonstop for this trip home, and her cheek muscles were sore. But it was good. This was good. Being with John made more sense than anything in the world, and this trip was even better than that. They were seeing the sights, and hopefully going to meet up with old friends and family.

Returning with the pints, John settled them on the table before slipping into the other side of the booth, looking well pleased with eyebrows raised. Basically the usual expression for him. “So? How’s it feel to be in a place again where no one asks about where that accent is from?”

After perking up considerably at the sight of the pints (and the man carrying them) Amy sipped, swallowed quickly, and shrugged her shoulders. “It’s a bit weird, isn’t it? The idea that this isn’t home anymore.” And it wasn’t home. It didn’t feel like home, anyway. Hadn’t for a long time now. There was some weird force--even before John, before her ex-husband--that was attracting her to Orange County.

John got that, but had never really considered it before. Maybe it had something to do with the sunshine? The sunshine that wasn’t in a country of war and desert wasteland, anyway (John liked avoiding those these days).

“Bit, yeah. But could be worse. It’s nice for a visit anyway.”

“Yes.” Amy sipped again from the pint glass before setting it down on the table in front of her. “It’s good to be not-home for a visit.” She said, and gave him a little grin. “How’s it feel for you? Are we going to see your family while we’re out here?”

Well, obviously his family was in Britain, not Scotland. But it was close enough where it would only make sense if they stopped over. For tea and the sights and just wandering around what was familiar.

“Oh,” he said, looking a bit awkward. “Yeah. I might drop by and see Harry.”

Out here sort of meant on this side of the ocean. It wouldn’t make sense to take another trip out to see his family. She raised an eyebrow at his words, though. “...you’re not going to introduce me to your sister?” She asked. Of course, they were going to have to go and see her Aunt, too, when they went to see his sister. They could stay with her parents in Scotland, too, while they were there.

“Of course I would,” Watson gave her a look like wasn’t that just obvious? Why would Amy think he wouldn’t? “Just -- you know. Be aware. She’s a bit of a --er. She hits the bottle a bit.”

Well, he’d said I might drop by and not we. She assumed incorrectly… it was obvious, though, now Amy thought about it. “...Oh. Well, that’s all right. We can handle it.” Amy said, nodding once. So, best not to meet her for drinks. She didn’t say that last bit out loud, because it seemed he was a bit sensitive about it. “And we can go see my aunt. You can see the house where I grew up. Complete with the crack in my wall.”

John nodded with acquiescence. They could handle it. Harry was probably better now than she’d been a few years back -- last he’d heard, her girlfriend was a pretty positive force. “Ooh,” he said, leaning forward and not-quite sipping at his drink. “The infamous crack in the wall. That’s promising.”

“The only thing in this universe that young Amelia Pond feared.” She said, then lifted her pint glass for a gulp from it. “But for now, I’m looking forward to getting smashed on proper Scottish ale, then going back to the hotel for a loud shag.”

John didn’t need long to consider that. He tilted his drink back and downed it in stupid record speed. “Right,” he said, as soon as he’d finished swallowing -- set his glass down loudly on the table. “Let’s see how thin those hotel walls are.”