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At first, all they saw was a wall of blinding white light.

Startled , eyes burning and half blinded by the light, Amy and the Doctor threw their arms over their faces, shielding their eyes.

Hurriedly the Doctor searched in the inside pockets of his jacket blindly, and pulled out two pairs of modified dark sunglasses. He gave a pair to Amy and both of them put them on, looking around.

As her eyes adjusted slowly and her surroundings became clear, Amy gasped in amazement, laughing a little in shocked pleasure.

Spreading his arms wide in delight, the Doctor cried "Indah Permata!"

He grinned at Amy. "The first discovered habitable star. Means 'beautiful jewel' in Malay."

Amy blinked, "The Malaysians discovered it??"

He looked at her oddly, "Hey! Every nation has it's time." The Time Lord laughed, "Especially on Earth."

They were standing on crystal, which must have been about 20 miles thick. It was beautifully transparent, and underneath it you could see the bright flames of the star, flickering and burning and sending rainbows of light up through the ground.

To their left, a forest of tapering crystal towers spewed shimmers of heat and smoke into the pale blue sky, and to the right, a huge bulbous set of domes and spires- much like any typical desert palace, stood proud, surrounded by mountains of crystal. It was indescribably beautiful, and for a while Amy just stared whilst the Doctor watched her, grinning.

There was a low hum and the Doctor looked up, squinting into the light of the two suns and a red planet hanging in the sky. Slowly, a huge white ship with golden sides came gleaming into view. He nudged Amy and pointed up.

"Look! Here they come- the first ever guests to a star. This is history! And it means I know the date- it's the year 48,263 and, on your calendar, basically the…." He frowned, counting on his fingers.

"The first of August. On that ship are all the most important leaders of humanity, and they're here to declare this star, officially, 'open'."

Smiling, Amy clung to the Doctor's arm. "So, I guess there's gonna be like a big opening ceremony yeah? And 49th century paparazzi…?"

The Doctor nodded. "Mhm, oh, and of course, a royal ball….and a buffet with the best food in the last eight galaxies you lot have discovered…"

Amy nodded thoughtfully, "And I suppose…With your psychic paper, you could probably…."

The Doctor nodded. "Oh yeah, I can get us in. Of course, we'd have to be appropriately dressed…." Amy grabbed the Doctor and grinned and the Time Lord grinned madly back.

"Come on then, lets go!!"

Amy half ran- half hobbled back to the TARDIS and disappeared inside. The Doctor watched her, then turned to look at the crystal star, and the ship, slowly landing outside the palace.

I have to keep her with me, it's just not the same alone…

Quietly, he followed her back into the TARDIS.

X

About 45 minutes later the Doctor was waiting for Amy outside the wardrobe, dressed in a smart black tuxedo with a blood red bow tie. He actually kind of liked the outfit- although he'd refused to swap his boots, which the TARDIS had insisted on cleaning anyway. Amy's ankle had heeled and he'd taken off the bandages, relishing her astonishment, but she'd now taken half an hour to get ready, and they were running late.

Peeking at his watch the Doctor knocked on the door, again.

"Aaaamy!! Hurry up! At this rate we're going to miss the arrival of President Satu- and he teleports onto the buffet table, it's brilliant!!"

From far away there came the echo of a laugh. "Alright alright, hang on."

There was a scuffle and a rustle, and, finally the door opened from behind the Doctor, and out stepped Amy. Amelia Jessica Pond. The Doctor blinked.

He'd never realized she was so….beautiful.

Her long red hair hung down over her shoulders in loose curls, and her eyes were emphasized by flashes of black and gold makeup. Her lips were red and she wore white pearl drop earrings on golden chains, with a necklace dripping pearls to match. Her dress was strapless, and flared into a full skirt at her hips from being almost corseted- it was bright, shimmering gold, and she quite literally glowed.

She looked at him suspiciously, and blood flushed her cheeks pink, completing the picture. "What?"

The Doctor shrugged and grinned mischievously, spreading his arms wide. " 'She walks in beauty, like the night,' " He quoted, his voice dropping unconsciously.

Amy raised an eyebrow, still standing in the doorway, illuminated by the light of the wardrobe.

The Doctor could have sworn the TARDIS had dimmed the lights. Surely they weren't normally this warm, honey colored glow….

"Who said that?"

The Doctor smiled and shrugged, "Lord Byron." He paused, checking himself. "The first Lord Byron, that is- the one from your time. Actually, it's a poem."

Amy leaned against the door, and the gold silk flowed over her body like a waterfall of light.

What was with this tingling sensation, and sudden obsession with light?! Maybe he'd hit his head…

"How does the rest go?"

The Doctor looked at her, startled, blue-grey eyes sparkling with secret intelligence. "Hmm?"

Amy smiled, "The poem, how does it go?"

He grinned a little, and dropped his voice, taking her left hand and putting his right on her waist, and began to gently dance her into the control room, the poem their music in the warm, dim light.

"She walks in Beauty like the night," He waltzed her down the dim corridor, stepping softly.

"Of cloudness climes and starry skies," he spun her and Amy laughed, her scarlet curls flying. They stepped down the steps, the Doctor keeping a firm grip on his companion, supporting her so she felt weightless as they drifted around the console.

They reached the doors and he pulled her gently closer, slowly turning in a circle as he moved his face next to hers, smiling into her eyes. "And all that's best of dark and bright,"

He moved his left hand to gently cup her cheek, "meet in her aspect and her eyes…"

They stared at each other, breathing slightly irregular, hearts stammering, caught in the moment. Their lips were barely an inch apart. Amy's hair framed her face and her eyes sparkled. Her cheek under the Doctor's palm was warm and soft.

The Doctor smiled- though sadness flashed into his eyes, and he let her go, stepping back and raising his hands.

"That's how it goes."

Amy smiled at him, gazing into his eyes with an intensity that seemed to pierce his soul. "It's beautiful."

Description
At first, all they saw was a wall of blinding white light.

Startled , eyes burning and half blinded by the light, Amy and the Doctor threw their arms over their faces, shielding their eyes.

Hurriedly the Doctor searched in the inside pockets of his jacket blindly, and pulled out two pairs of modified dark sunglasses. He gave a pair to Amy and both of them put them on, looking around.

As her eyes adjusted slowly and her surroundings became clear, Amy gasped in amazement, laughing a little in shocked pleasure.

Spreading his arms wide in delight, the Doctor cried "Indah Permata!"

He grinned at Amy. "The first discovered habitable star. Means 'beautiful jewel' in Malay."

Amy blinked, "The Malaysians discovered it??"

He looked at her oddly, "Hey! Every nation has it's time." The Time Lord laughed, "Especially on Earth."

They were standing on crystal, which must have been about 20 miles thick. It was beautifully transparent, and underneath it you could see the bright flames of the star, flickering and burning and sending rainbows of light up through the ground.

To their left, a forest of tapering crystal towers spewed shimmers of heat and smoke into the pale blue sky, and to the right, a huge bulbous set of domes and spires- much like any typical desert palace, stood proud, surrounded by mountains of crystal. It was indescribably beautiful, and for a while Amy just stared whilst the Doctor watched her, grinning.

There was a low hum and the Doctor looked up, squinting into the light of the two suns and a red planet hanging in the sky. Slowly, a huge white ship with golden sides came gleaming into view. He nudged Amy and pointed up.

"Look! Here they come- the first ever guests to a star. This is history! And it means I know the date- it's the year 48,263 and, on your calendar, basically the…." He frowned, counting on his fingers.

"The first of August. On that ship are all the most important leaders of humanity, and they're here to declare this star, officially, 'open'."

Smiling, Amy clung to the Doctor's arm. "So, I guess there's gonna be like a big opening ceremony yeah? And 49th century paparazzi…?"

The Doctor nodded. "Mhm, oh, and of course, a royal ball….and a buffet with the best food in the last eight galaxies you lot have discovered…"

Amy nodded thoughtfully, "And I suppose…With your psychic paper, you could probably…."

The Doctor nodded. "Oh yeah, I can get us in. Of course, we'd have to be appropriately dressed…." Amy grabbed the Doctor and grinned and the Time Lord grinned madly back.

"Come on then, lets go!!"

Amy half ran- half hobbled back to the TARDIS and disappeared inside. The Doctor watched her, then turned to look at the crystal star, and the ship, slowly landing outside the palace.

I have to keep her with me, it's just not the same alone…

Quietly, he followed her back into the TARDIS.

X

About 45 minutes later the Doctor was waiting for Amy outside the wardrobe, dressed in a smart black tuxedo with a blood red bow tie. He actually kind of liked the outfit- although he'd refused to swap his boots, which the TARDIS had insisted on cleaning anyway. Amy's ankle had heeled and he'd taken off the bandages, relishing her astonishment, but she'd now taken half an hour to get ready, and they were running late.

Peeking at his watch the Doctor knocked on the door, again.

"Aaaamy!! Hurry up! At this rate we're going to miss the arrival of President Satu- and he teleports onto the buffet table, it's brilliant!!"

From far away there came the echo of a laugh. "Alright alright, hang on."

There was a scuffle and a rustle, and, finally the door opened from behind the Doctor, and out stepped Amy. Amelia Jessica Pond. The Doctor blinked.

He'd never realized she was so….beautiful.

Her long red hair hung down over her shoulders in loose curls, and her eyes were emphasized by flashes of black and gold makeup. Her lips were red and she wore white pearl drop earrings on golden chains, with a necklace dripping pearls to match. Her dress was strapless, and flared into a full skirt at her hips from being almost corseted- it was bright, shimmering gold, and she quite literally glowed.

She looked at him suspiciously, and blood flushed her cheeks pink, completing the picture. "What?"

The Doctor shrugged and grinned mischievously, spreading his arms wide. " 'She walks in beauty, like the night,' " He quoted, his voice dropping unconsciously.

Amy raised an eyebrow, still standing in the doorway, illuminated by the light of the wardrobe.

The Doctor could have sworn the TARDIS had dimmed the lights. Surely they weren't normally this warm, honey colored glow….

"Who said that?"

The Doctor smiled and shrugged, "Lord Byron." He paused, checking himself. "The first Lord Byron, that is- the one from your time. Actually, it's a poem."

Amy leaned against the door, and the gold silk flowed over her body like a waterfall of light.

What was with this tingling sensation, and sudden obsession with light?! Maybe he'd hit his head…

"How does the rest go?"

The Doctor looked at her, startled, blue-grey eyes sparkling with secret intelligence. "Hmm?"

Amy smiled, "The poem, how does it go?"

He grinned a little, and dropped his voice, taking her left hand and putting his right on her waist, and began to gently dance her into the control room, the poem their music in the warm, dim light.

"She walks in Beauty like the night," He waltzed her down the dim corridor, stepping softly.

"Of cloudness climes and starry skies," he spun her and Amy laughed, her scarlet curls flying. They stepped down the steps, the Doctor keeping a firm grip on his companion, supporting her so she felt weightless as they drifted around the console.

They reached the doors and he pulled her gently closer, slowly turning in a circle as he moved his face next to hers, smiling into her eyes. "And all that's best of dark and bright,"

He moved his left hand to gently cup her cheek, "meet in her aspect and her eyes…"

They stared at each other, breathing slightly irregular, hearts stammering, caught in the moment. Their lips were barely an inch apart. Amy's hair framed her face and her eyes sparkled. Her cheek under the Doctor's palm was warm and soft.

The Doctor smiled- though sadness flashed into his eyes, and he let her go, stepping back and raising his hands.

"That's how it goes."

Amy smiled at him, gazing into his eyes with an intensity that seemed to pierce his soul. "It's beautiful."