ELEVENTH DOCTOR
Amy pulled the turkey out of the oven. It was cooked, but Amy noted that it was slightly black in certain areas. Amy noted to cover them with extra seasoning. She replaced the Turkey. She picked up her champagne glass and took a little sip. She then composed herself and entered the living room. At once her Mum and Aunt Sharon appeared from nowhere.
"So Amelia. Tell us. Am I going to be having any Grandchildren before I reach 60?" Her Mum asked.
"You and Rory must be doing it a lot. A young man like him and a woman of your looks. It's a surprise he ever lets you out of the bedroom Amelia." Her Aunt Sharon was obviously already a bit drunk. "Unless... oh my. Is Rory a bit... disadvantaged?"
"Enough Sharon. Now Amy, about Grandchildren. Are you and Rory trying for a baby? We all know how much Rory wants kids."
Amy tried her best to get out of the conversation. She hadn't the heart to tell them that the real reason she and Rory had no kids yet was because their only child had been kidnapped by an eye patch wearing lunatic and raised as a weapon to kill their best friend and then fell in love and married their best friend and Amy couldn't have any more kids.
"I need to go check on the turkey."
"But you just checked the turkey! Amelia! Amelia!"
But Amy had already slipped into the Kitchen.
Rory meanwhile was trying to hold back an argument.
"Golf is a respectable gentlemen's sport." Said Brian
"Golf is what posh snobs do in their own time." Said Augustus Pond.
"Rory tell him." Said Brian.
"Rory tell him." Said Augustus.
"I think you've both had enough champagne." Said Rory.
Rory then walked away, leaving the two to their argument. He stepped into the kitchen when Amy suddenly turned and aimed a spatula at him.
"Oh it's you!" She cried. "I thought it was my Mum again!"
"My Dad and your Dad are going to be at blows soon."
"Oh let them. At best they'll knock each other out and it will be two less people complaining about a poorly cooked dinner. You know, this Christmas is going to ruin. I don't see how it could possibly get any worse."
And then there was a knock at the door. Amy grabbed a water pistol from the side.
"If it's Christmas Carollers, they can expect an unexpected shower."
She opened the door.
"POND!!"
The Doctor was there. And River. And... an Ood for some reason.
"Doctor. River. And... whatever the hell you are. What are you doing here?"
"We were invited. Received a phone call from you inviting me to Christmas Dinner and decided River and Jeff might want to come along."
"Jeff?"
"The Ood. His real name is Ood Sector Delta 24 but Jeff rolls off the tongue more."
"Hang on. You said you got a phone call inviting you to Christmas Dinner?"
"Yes. From you."
"That was one year ago."
"Oh. Right. Still! The more the merrier!"
The three of them edged passed Amy into the house.
"Doctor! You can't take 'Jeff' in there!"
"Why not?"
"Because my family is in there! And they haven't seen an Ood before! they might... you know... freak."
"Oh first time for everything!"
The Doctor opened the door.
The screams hit Amy's ears.
"Calm down! Now. Mrs Pond, this Jeff. Jeff, Mrs Pond."
Amy slipped into the living room. Rory exited the kitchen, stopped and stared, and then made his way over to Amy.
"What is going on?"
"The Doctor and River have come for Christmas Dinner. And they brought an Ood with them."
"Right. Hang on. River? River as in River Song? River Song as in our daughter Melody? Our Daughter Melody as in the one we haven't told your parents about yet?"
"Oh god." Amy looked around and spotted River, making her way towards the corner where Amy's parents were stood.
"Oh god!" Amy cried. She dashed over, but too late.
"Hello. I'm River Song. A time travelling Archaeologist from the future. I'm your granddaughter."
Amy felt as if her entire world came crashing down. How was she going to explain this? And then... her parents laughed. And River laughed too.
"I like you." Said Augustus. "You're very funny."
River smiled. She looked over at Amy.
"Something the matter Sweetie?"
Amy shook her head and entered the kitchen. She smelt burning. She dashed to the oven and found that the Turkey was ruined. Amy leaned back and groaned. Perfect. Just perfect. The Doctor poked his head around the corner.
"I thought I smelt burning. Looks like you left the Turkey in too long."
Amy gave him her best Death Glare. The Doctor dashed off.
Half an hour later, Amy and Rory were leant against the wall. Jeff was getting drinks for everyone and serving them. River was sat in the corner gossiping with Amy's Mum and Aunt Sharon. The Doctor had vanished. Brian slided up to them.
"Is this River seeing anyone?" he asked.
"Yes." They both said at once.
Brian walked away.
"I'd better start setting dinner." Amy said. She picked up the ruined turkey from the Kitchen and stepped into the dining room. Instead of the empty room she found, she found one completely set for dinner, with the most beautiful turkey Amy had ever seen in the centre. The Doctor was leaning against the TARDIS in the corner. He winked. Amy couldn't help but smile.
"Merry Christmas Raggedy Man."
"So Amelia. Tell us. Am I going to be having any Grandchildren before I reach 60?" Her Mum asked.
"You and Rory must be doing it a lot. A young man like him and a woman of your looks. It's a surprise he ever lets you out of the bedroom Amelia." Her Aunt Sharon was obviously already a bit drunk. "Unless... oh my. Is Rory a bit... disadvantaged?"
"Enough Sharon. Now Amy, about Grandchildren. Are you and Rory trying for a baby? We all know how much Rory wants kids."
Amy tried her best to get out of the conversation. She hadn't the heart to tell them that the real reason she and Rory had no kids yet was because their only child had been kidnapped by an eye patch wearing lunatic and raised as a weapon to kill their best friend and then fell in love and married their best friend and Amy couldn't have any more kids.
"I need to go check on the turkey."
"But you just checked the turkey! Amelia! Amelia!"
But Amy had already slipped into the Kitchen.
Rory meanwhile was trying to hold back an argument.
"Golf is a respectable gentlemen's sport." Said Brian
"Golf is what posh snobs do in their own time." Said Augustus Pond.
"Rory tell him." Said Brian.
"Rory tell him." Said Augustus.
"I think you've both had enough champagne." Said Rory.
Rory then walked away, leaving the two to their argument. He stepped into the kitchen when Amy suddenly turned and aimed a spatula at him.
"Oh it's you!" She cried. "I thought it was my Mum again!"
"My Dad and your Dad are going to be at blows soon."
"Oh let them. At best they'll knock each other out and it will be two less people complaining about a poorly cooked dinner. You know, this Christmas is going to ruin. I don't see how it could possibly get any worse."
And then there was a knock at the door. Amy grabbed a water pistol from the side.
"If it's Christmas Carollers, they can expect an unexpected shower."
She opened the door.
"POND!!"
The Doctor was there. And River. And... an Ood for some reason.
"Doctor. River. And... whatever the hell you are. What are you doing here?"
"We were invited. Received a phone call from you inviting me to Christmas Dinner and decided River and Jeff might want to come along."
"Jeff?"
"The Ood. His real name is Ood Sector Delta 24 but Jeff rolls off the tongue more."
"Hang on. You said you got a phone call inviting you to Christmas Dinner?"
"Yes. From you."
"That was one year ago."
"Oh. Right. Still! The more the merrier!"
The three of them edged passed Amy into the house.
"Doctor! You can't take 'Jeff' in there!"
"Why not?"
"Because my family is in there! And they haven't seen an Ood before! they might... you know... freak."
"Oh first time for everything!"
The Doctor opened the door.
The screams hit Amy's ears.
"Calm down! Now. Mrs Pond, this Jeff. Jeff, Mrs Pond."
Amy slipped into the living room. Rory exited the kitchen, stopped and stared, and then made his way over to Amy.
"What is going on?"
"The Doctor and River have come for Christmas Dinner. And they brought an Ood with them."
"Right. Hang on. River? River as in River Song? River Song as in our daughter Melody? Our Daughter Melody as in the one we haven't told your parents about yet?"
"Oh god." Amy looked around and spotted River, making her way towards the corner where Amy's parents were stood.
"Oh god!" Amy cried. She dashed over, but too late.
"Hello. I'm River Song. A time travelling Archaeologist from the future. I'm your granddaughter."
Amy felt as if her entire world came crashing down. How was she going to explain this? And then... her parents laughed. And River laughed too.
"I like you." Said Augustus. "You're very funny."
River smiled. She looked over at Amy.
"Something the matter Sweetie?"
Amy shook her head and entered the kitchen. She smelt burning. She dashed to the oven and found that the Turkey was ruined. Amy leaned back and groaned. Perfect. Just perfect. The Doctor poked his head around the corner.
"I thought I smelt burning. Looks like you left the Turkey in too long."
Amy gave him her best Death Glare. The Doctor dashed off.
Half an hour later, Amy and Rory were leant against the wall. Jeff was getting drinks for everyone and serving them. River was sat in the corner gossiping with Amy's Mum and Aunt Sharon. The Doctor had vanished. Brian slided up to them.
"Is this River seeing anyone?" he asked.
"Yes." They both said at once.
Brian walked away.
"I'd better start setting dinner." Amy said. She picked up the ruined turkey from the Kitchen and stepped into the dining room. Instead of the empty room she found, she found one completely set for dinner, with the most beautiful turkey Amy had ever seen in the centre. The Doctor was leaning against the TARDIS in the corner. He winked. Amy couldn't help but smile.
"Merry Christmas Raggedy Man."