Amy is rescued

As they exited the chamber, the scientist leaned over and whispered a familiar phrase in her ear.

"Come along, Pond!"

"Doctor!" Amy breathed a huge sigh of relief. She was saved! But then she remembered what she was wearing; or rather, what she wasn't.

"Doctor!" she repeated, but in a much different tone.

The doctor whipped off his mask dramatically, beaming at her like an excited child.

"When the daleks took you, they left your clothes behind! But I could use one of your bras to track you here! And then bam! Here I am! Didn't take me long to find this disguise, and daleks love the sound of their own voice, wasn't very hard to find you."

Amy usually allowed the Doctor's monologues to just pass her by, but something he'd said grabbed her attention.

"You...you used one of my bras?"

"Yes! Like...when a dog uses a scent to track something! I plugged it into the TARDIS and she brought me here! Isn't that brilliant!"

"Err...yeah," Amy shivered, picturing the Doctor rifling through her underwear.

The sound of approaching daleks interrupted their conversation.

"Time to go! Come along, Pond!" Grabbing her hand, the Doctor pulled Amy deeper into the ship.

"Doctor, wait!" Amy cried. With only one hand available to her, the naked girl decided to cradle her breasts and leave her pussy exposed. Her bare feet struggled to keep up with the Doctor's swiftness.

"Alert, alert! The doctor is detected! Exterminate!"

"Woah!" the Doctor yelled as bolts of green energy flew past them, sparking into the ceiling and lights.

Amy thought her arm was going to be yanked out it's socket as the Doctor dragged her round corners, down more hallways and through doors. Her feet were killing her when they turned again and saw the familiar blue police box.

The Doctor pulled her inside the TARDIS, slammed the door closed and raced back past her to the console.

Amy had slammed her hand back across her pussy the moment the Doctor had released her, but she was soon **** to expose herself again to hang onto something as the TARDIS shook and sparks flew from the console.

"Doctor!"

"Come on, come on!" the Doctor cursed, ignoring the naked girl and trying to wrestle the TARDIS back under his control. "Oh, not now!" he cried, looking at the monitor. "Don't you lot have someone else to bother? This obsession with constantly failing to kill me must get boring after a while."

Eventually, they managed to escape their pursuers, and when the time machine was safely back in the time vortex, the Doctor sank back onto a seat.

Amy was perspiring and also breathing heavily, her breasts rising and falling under her arm. She hadn't noticed how cold the TARDIS was. Other than that time when she had had to dash back to her room after a shower because she had forgotten her towel, Amy had never been completely naked in the ship.

"Err...Doctor?" Amy asked, shuffling towards him. "Where's Rory?"

The Doctor slapped his forehead and jumped back to his feet.

"Rory! Of course! Yes, left him in a spot of trouble. Well, more than a spot. Quite a bit more than a spot...but nothing to worry about, I'm sure he'll be-"

The Doctor paused, spinning on his heels to face her.

"Something's wrong," he muttered hurrying over to her.

"Yeah, it's because-" Amy began, but he hushed her. Pulling out his sonic screwdriver, he buzzed in over her body, pulling her arms away to scan her intimate areas.

"Heightened anxiety," he announced, studying the readings on the device. "Elevated pulse. Core temperature down, hunger levels up, dehydration detected, unsettled by surroundings...who are you?" he demanded.

"Doctor?" Amy was bewildered. "It...it's me! Amy."

"No," the Doctor shook his head. "The real Amy Pond knows the TARDIS, she would feel safe in here. You do not."

"Doctor, you're scaring me," Amy confessed, too scared to move her arms back into their protective positions and mortified that she was exposing herself to him.

"Tell me something only the real Amy Pond would know."

Amy tried to focus her scrambled, dehydrated brain.

"Fish fingers and custard!" she cried. "The night we first met, you ate fish custard!"

The Doctor studied her and then broke out into a grin.

"Amelia!" he cried pulling her into a tight hug. "I'm so sorry, you were acting so strange, I thought the daleks had replaced you with a decoy."

"Well, err...the reason I was acting strange is because I'm...I'm naked," Amy tried to explain.

The Doctor pulled away looking her up and down.

"Naked. Right. And that's not good, is it?"

He looked as flustered as she felt.

"No, it's not!" Amy answered through gritted teeth, arms across her torso. "Now, please, can I have some clothes?"

"Clothes. Of course. Yes, slight issue. Had to shut the control room off from the rest of the ship. So err...nothing here to wear, unfortunately. I'll just unlock the doors, won't be a tick."

"Doctor!" Amy wailed, eyeing up his jacket, longing to throwing around her bare shoulders.

"Relax, Pond! You humans and your fear of nudity," the Doctor said, shaking his head.

Amy stood awkwardly next to the console, shuffling awkwardly on her bare feet as the Doctor turned dials and flicked switches.

Just a few minutes more, and she would be reunited with her wardrobe...