S - W
Doe my god it's almost over! D: This epic alphabet prompt of mine. It started as a collection; now I guess with the way I'm writing it; could be considered a disjointed story in itself...aha way to be clever, megan.
The master prompt list with all the chapters; I would hate for you to miss anything
Anyways! hope you guys like it C:
[ there is also a deleted sexy scene from letter "U" and you can find it by clicking here]
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Story - narrative: a message that tells the particulars of an act or occurrence or course of events.
When Amelia Pond was growing up, she had her stories-they were the adventures that would start once the Doctor returned. She sat in her room and drew and wrote and dreamed....
Amelia Pond, ten years old, sat on the end of her bed with her dolls and toys as her audience. She held up the blue cardboard box she had created, bright blue and held together with tape and glue. “So, the TARDIS shot through the sky...” She flew the TARDIS over her stuffed animals heads.
“And the Doctor knew what to do but they ended up crash landing! Boosh!” The TARDIS fell onto her bed. Amelia climbed off her bed to grab her Doctor and the doll of herself. “Amelia and the Doctor climbed out of the smoldering box and onto the unknown planet.”
She walked the dolls across her bed, “The place was bare and all too quiet.” Amelia said in a deep, scary voice. “But, the sky was beautiful. You could see every star in the whole galaxy! The Doctor and Amelia needed to find somewhere to stay because the TARDIS needed to fix itself and it was too dangerous.”
Amelia climbed back onto her bed, “But! They were not alone!” She brought out a dinosaur toy from behind her back and mimicked the stomping noise. “Dun Dun Dun! Amelia and the Doctor weren't scared...even though they had to run away.” The dolls ran to the end of the bed, “A dead end! Amelia shouted, looking at the Doctor.”
She moved the dolls so they faced the dinosaur. “The Doctor took Amelia's hand and pointed his sonic at the dinosaur.” She paused for emphasis. “The dinosaur suddenly fell over--” She dropped the toy with a dramatic dinosaur cry. “Raaauuughh.”
“The Doctor didn't kill him, because the Doctor is there to help. So Amelia and the Doctor go up to the dinosaur.” She moved the dolls to the dinosaur's side.
“And the Doctor tells Amelia that this dinosaur is the last of his kind and he was just scared...and lonely...and didn't mean to chase them...” Amelia pets the dinosaur's head, “And the Doctor lets the dinosaur go...”
Amelia props the TARDIS back up, “By the time they reach the TARDIS it's fixed, but Amelia is sad-she feels bad for the creature. So they go to the dinosaur's home planet several years in the past and grab an egg.” She places a small, red bouncy ball on the bed.
“They bring the egg back to the planet they had crashed on. The dinosaur is very thankful because he's not alone anymore.” She puts the egg beside the dinosaur and rests the creatures against her knee so he stays up straight on her bed. “Amelia and the Doctor leave the planet for the last time. He takes her hand and asks her; 'Now Amelia, where would you like to go next?”
The stuffed animals stare at Amelia with their beady little eyes as she tells her stories of Amelia Pond and the Doctor. There is another audience member as well, but she stands in the hallway leaning against the wall, and she listens without making a sound.
Amelia is starting another story for her crowd. Aunt Sharon runs her hands over her face, she is tired and she is at a loss on what to do with Amelia. The teachers call about the 'raggedy doctor' and how Amelia's imagination can distract her from school work.
Aunt Sharon returns to the kitchen and looks at the number posted on the refrigerator for a long time. It's the number to the physiologist the school recommended. “They're only stories...” Sharon tells herself as she pulls on her jacket, “No harm in stories.”
Trihoral - happening every three hours
“Here we are!” The Doctor opens the TARDIS doors with a flourish.
“Which is where?” Amy replies, expecting him to launch off into lecture mode. The Doctor barely gets the planet's name off his lips when a girl, young (11 years old, at least) comes running up to them carrying a bright ruby-red umbrella. Amy looks up and sees a taupe colored sky but it doesn't look like it'll rain anytime soon.
“Doctor.” The girl is breathless, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes with soft pink iris's are wide. Her bouncy, blonde curls are held back by a black headband.
The Doctor beams, “Yes, that's me and this is--”
“Amy Pond.” The girl finishes, “We met. About two hours and fifty-eight minutes ago in the past, my time stream, the future for yours.” The girl looks at small watch around her thin wrist, “Okay. I'll be over there on that street corner.”
“What's going on?” The Doctor asks, worried suddenly, because this girl who ran up to them is checking her watch nervously and her eyes look close to tears.
“Say Peonies. When my mum and I read about Earth, that was her favorite plant.”
A clock chimes loudly and then everything goes in reverse. With the exception of the Doctor and Amy Pond. Their eyes meet and the Doctor starts explaining in a hurried fashion as they cross the street. “The planet is stuck in a time-loop.”
“Yeah, I figured that much.”
“So!” The Doctor clasped his hands together, “We gotta figure out why and how to fix it.”
The clock chimes again and suddenly every one is acting completely normal. The planet, at least where the Doctor landed the TARDIS, is this big open flea-market area. The streets are made of small pebbles and stones, everyone is walking everywhere, and it's a mixed planet. Amy sees people who look human or may possible be human, then she sees aliens with a lot of fur, or three arms, or a giant slug. Oooh a giant slug. Avoid those. They insulted their queen that one time...
The young girl who ran up to them is indeed at a street corner with a bundle of magazines in her hands. “Hello!” She greets them warmly, but not like she knows them.
“I'm the Doctor.”
“That's a funny sort of name, ain't it?”
Amy jabs his side with her elbow with a grin on her face.
“I'm Amy Pond.”
“You're not from around here...” The girl returns to setting up the magazines on their shelves. One headline reads; 'I'm in love with a space octopus'
The Doctor and Amy exchange a glance before Amy looks 'round and says;
“You wouldn't happen to sell any peonies, would you?”
The girl fumbles with her magazines and sets them on the floor. She turns, her face serious, and looks at Amy and the Doctor. “No, you wouldn't find any here. I suggest talking to Mr. Biggs. He runs most of the shops around here...”
She points to a cart with a red curtain surrounding it and the Doctor takes Amy's arm and angles her towards him. “Amy...” His eyes dart around for a moment, “If we don't get this right, there is a chance that the whole reality of this planet will collapse.”
Amy gives a nervous little laugh, “No pressure or anything, eh Doctor?”
He smiles and they continue to their next lead. Mr. Biggs-who is, not very big at all. He's sitting down but even so, Amy doesn't think his head would reach her kneecap. His cart surrounded by the curtain is full of wires and monitors. He's a pudgy sort of fellow with big, thick glasses.
“Hullo!” The Doctor greets cheerily, Mr. Biggs doesn't look up, doesn't even acknowledge that they are there.
“Oi!” Amy barks and Mr.Biggs jumps nearly three feet in the air sitting down.
“Yes?...Oh. I recognize you. You just got here, yes. Hm. Bit of a problem though. I'm afraid-do you have proper clearance to be on this planet-and do you have proper currency to shop in our markets?”
The Doctor reaches into his jacket and holds out the physic paper, “I need some help Mr. Biggs. We're here on official business, top priority, and we heard you're the man to go to.”
Mr.Biggs folds his chubby little hands across his lap, “Very well then, Mr. & Mrs. Pond.” The Doctor makes a strangled noise at the back of his throat and drops the physic paper, looks at it, and then stuffs it back into his jacket. Amy just smirks and shakes her head.
Crrunnnzzzzssshhhh
The ground does a little shake and the noise that cuts through the marketplace is harsh to their ears. The Doctor looks at Mr.Biggs for an explanation. He sighs and unfolds his hands, looking from who he thinks are Mr and Mrs Pond.
“Proper annoying, that is. But construction should be finished in the next...” he checks his pocket watch, “Two and a half hours, they said!”
“What are they constructing?” The Doctor asks, one hand on his hip as he leans forward slightly with interest.
“Oh. It's big news, really. A new sort of barrier for the planet due to the asteroid storm we are getting today. Our barriers have been just fine-but you know-politics. Who can build a better shield and all that...” He shakes his head, looking back at his monitors, seemingly done with the conversation here.
The pieces click in the Doctor's head and he looks at Amy. So much time together has put her on the same page as him; he's not sure if that excites him or terrifies him and maybe it's a little of both. “So that's it then.” Amy says as they run down the pebbled street.
“The new barrier must be affecting the planet's time. Somehow. I'll sonic it once we get to see it. How much time to we have Pond?”
Amy looks at a tall, streetlamp-part-clock as they run by, “Two hours.”
The Doctor laughs; “You can do a lot in two hours!”
Like, save a whole planet, for instance. It takes a little asking around to find where the construction is taking place and they should have figured it was the chiming noise from earlier. It wasn't actually a clock-but a big flashy-knobby-swirly thing that just has DOCTOR written all over it.
The Doctor is sonic-ing it, checking readings, and that's when Amy sees the huddle of children getting umbrella's.
“What are those for?” She's asks a construction worker with four arms. “It's not going to rain, is it?”
The work shakes his head, muttering; “tourists.” Amy is about to glare at him when he starts talking again, “It's superstition. Anyone without an umbrella will get hit by a space rock. Kids do it, I dunno what else you want me to tell you.”
Amy recognizes a girl in the crowd. Her blonde curl held away from her face by a black headband. She doesn't have an umbrella. “Doctor? Do you have a quid?”
The sonic stops whirring, “What?” He looks up at her, his face in complete and utter confusion. Amy repeats the question. This time she points to the girl who was organizing magazines earlier and how she is the only child out of the group who is missing an umbrella. “Even if I did, Amy. I don't think they'd accept it.”
The sonic starts whirring again. “Aha!” He exclaims but, Amy is already half-way across the street.
“Hi.”
The blonde looks at her. “Amy, right?”
She nods and looks at all the umbrella's for sale. “I'm Henri.” Amy stands beside her as she looks at the umbrella's but doesn't make any move to purchase one. Amy casts a look back at the Doctor and he is flailing his hands while trying to explain something to the various workers.
Amy picks up a red umbrella, identical to the one she saw Henri carrying when they first met, and she passes it to the small girl. The owner of the umbrella stand glares at her and opens his second mouth in between his eyes, but Amy is quick-and smart; “I work for Mr. Biggs. If you want paperwork, my...friend over there has it.” She nods in the direction of the Doctor.
The owner is quiet for a moment. “Get goin' before the storm hits.”
Henri looks up at Amy who is much, much taller than she is. “Thank you. I'll make it up to you.”
“No need. You see that blue box over there? Just meet me and my friend there when you see us.”
Henri just smiles and Amy watches as the girl runs off.
“The barrier dissolves the asteroids, these aren't pebbles we're walking on...” The Doctor sonics the ground, “They are bits of asteroids that didn't get fully dissolved.” the Doctor turns back to the machine, “And! This machine was set to slow down time-once the asteroids passed through so that the citizens could have time to...Amy?” He turns and finds that the redhead is nowhere to be seen.
CRUUUZZNHHH
The machine makes a disgusting, gear grinding, ground-shaking noise and starts to spark. “Oh no no no! Don't do that!” The Doctor shouts, throwing his tweed jacket over the small flame. Amy Pond is standing beside a grandfather clock settled in the middle of the marketplace. She doesn't know why, but something made her walk to it.
The clock struck two. One hour left.
The chime was jarring, off-key, and low.
“Oh no.” Someone whispers beside her. The sky turns black all of a sudden and Amy can see orange lights bursting the in the sky. Then everyone is running for cover in this wide open space and Amy can feel her heart hammering in her chest as she runs back to the Doctor.
Hopefully he could fix it in time.
The Doctor pulls his smoking tweed jacket off the machine, the only light he has is from the burning orange in the sky and the glow of his sonic. “NO!” He shouts, kicking the machine. “Ow ow ow.”
“Doctor!” Amy shouts just as the first impact is made. Amy is jerked to the ground, falling on her knees, dust and dirt flying past the two of them. She gets back up to her feet and she can see the shape of the Doctor in the short distance.
The Doctor is fumbling with the wires. “I can change it. Stupid bloody thing. Who knows if it could even work in the first place!” There's another spark and he can feel Amy at his side. He looks at her and she just yells; “What can I do to help?”
“We cause the time-loop. This time, we'll be at the heart of it; it's a sickening feeling-but I know how to fix this thing in time...” The sonic whirrs to life again, somehow its sound is able to cut through every other sound around them; the wind, the explosions, the shouts, and the terror.
Amy takes his arm, “Ready Pond?”
“GERONIMO!”
Amy feels like her body is splitting in half but, she can still feel his arm beneath her palm. That is comforting, at least. Her feet touch solid ground again and she takes in a big breath. Oh god, she might be sick. She can see Henri running towards them. “I brought us back to when we first arrived. Two minutes before the time-loop.”
The machine chimes and then everyone goes in reverse again. Except for the Doctor and Amy. They follow the same steps, say the same things (de-ja-vu much?), but the Doctor reaches the machine much faster this time. The sky turns an opaque purple just as the orange lights appear in the sky. The beam is shooting out of the machine and into the sky-and most of the citizens are holding onto umbrellas.
The asteroids go through the barrier and turn to dust.
“That was the longest three hours of my life.” Amy mutters and the Doctor curls his arm around her waist, Amy didn't even realize she was swaying, but she leans her weight against his. “You're just a little time-sick, Pond. It'll pass.” He mummers, affection laced in his tone. They wait until the storm ends and then they're back on the TARDIS...
Time to start another adventure.
Ultramarine - deep blue, a vivid blue to purple-blue color.
The TARDIS is magnificent. Wonderful. A world of dreams inside a bright blue box. She's also moody, a motherly figure and a constant companion to the Doctor, and the TARDIS is upset today. Why?
The Doctor runs his fingers over the burn mark on her side. The TARDIS could just fix it herself but she is being stubborn. While they were leaving that last planet, an asteroid hit the side of the TARDIS and nearly knocked them off course. The TARDIS hums loudly; the Doctor can feel her anger. She's scolding him for not flying her properly.
The Doctor leans his head against the side of the TARDIS, “Sorry.” He mutters and he can feel that he's quickly forgiven. Which is sort of funny, since the TARDIS can hold a grudge if she wants to, but she's letting him off the hook.
“Do ya think this is the right color?” Amy asks from behind him. He didn't even hear her leave the TARDIS. She's standing in the grass, barefoot, with a can of paint beside her right leg. Amy can feel the TARDIS press on her temple, fondness, affection, adoration, are the words that flood into her head.
“What a brilliant idea! We'll give the ol' girl a spot of new paint and she'll look good as new!” The Doctor says, rolling up his sleeves, as his jacket was inside. He doesn't ask Amy where she found the paint because she must have found it in the TARDIS. They're parked on a hillside in Ireland in the middle of nowhere-it wasn't like she took a walk to hardware store.
Amy passes over a brush and the Doctor starts talking about the paint, “Ultramarine, eh? Did you know that it's the most complex of the mineral pigments?” He says as a blue stroke of paint covers the black scorch mark. The Doctor continues to ramble not stopping the paint as it drips from putting too much on his brush.
Amy paints beside him, their strokes crossing over each other and it's not even that pretty of a job. His elbow keeps bumping into hers. 'Well, this is kinda boring...' Amy thinks as she dips her brush into the paint bucket again--'mischief, elation...' Amy looks at the TARDIS and then she realizes what the girl is talking about. Amy smiles and sets her brush down in the grass.
“Oi, Doctor? Do you like the color?”
The Doctor doesn't turn from what he's doing. “What? Of course! It's a fantastic color!” Amy dips her hand into the bucket and flings a glob of paint the Doctor. He doesn't move for a second which Amy uses to her advantage by cheekily saying, “The color looks good on you, Doctor.” The paint has landed on his collar of his shirt and it's splattered a bit on the side of his face and it's creeping down his neck.
“Really? I always thought green was more my color.” He says, his brush falling to the grass and both his hands are in the bucket a second after. Amy runs away, laughing madly and the paint can is knocked over as the Doctor bolts after her.
The TARDIS hums with amusement.
Amy may have let the Doctor catch her. They've toppled over each other in a pile of limbs, wet paint, and warm grass. The Doctor doesn't even realize what he's doing as he covers Amy in hand prints and streaks of blue. He was sure that his first intention was just to get her back...
Her back is covered in blue splotches, her bare legs, there's a streak of drying paint on her cheek. But, they can't stop laughing. The Doctor has his forehead on her shoulder; he's leaning over her, his elbows resting in the grass and keeping himself upright.
Amy is the first to slowly quiet down and she lazily pokes his cheek with her paint-coated finger. The Doctor turns his head to look at her and he quiets down. A soft chuckle escapes her lips but, that's for a whole other reason; the Doctor is a combustible force and she's the spark that ignites it.
Her arms curl around his neck as his lips nuzzle against her throat.
His hands, still sticky from the paint, but not as wet travel along her sides. The Doctor should be saving planets, he should be traveling, not rolling around in the grass with Amelia Pond. Amy kisses him, teeth giving a light tug to his lower lip-and all thoughts of 'what he should be doing' suddenly escape his mind.
It's sunset when they return to the TARDIS. She's like a mother waiting up with the porch light on. The Doctor picks up the empty paint can and follows Amy back inside. He can't help but thinking that the TARDIS planned this somehow. She's a cheeky ship, isn't she? The TARDIS just hums pretending to be oblivious.
Vertigo - dizziness: a reeling sensation; a feeling that you are about to fall.
He looks down from the top of the skyscraper. Amy is clutching the railing as she peers down, red hair falling and framing her face, her body perched precariously; and the Doctor keeps waiting for the moment to grab her and pull her back. Amy takes in a deep breath of the city, it's all blackness and little tiny lights below them, and the moon is hidden by the clouds and the buildings.
For the first time in her adventures with the Doctor; she sees how small they all are. She, of course, cannot tell the Doctor this. He'll go off into a ramble about how brilliant and wonderful human beings are, how all it takes is one to start a revolution-Amy tilts her head to look at him. The wind is tossing around his hair making it more wild and unkempt than usual.
“What are you thinking about?” She asks him.
“How quiet it is.” The Doctor answers cryptically. “Come along, Pond.” He takes her hand and pulls her away from the ledge.
Silence will fall
The Doctor paces around the console. Amy is resting and he thinks about their adventures, and he thinks of how it ends; how it always ends and that makes his stomach churn. The Doctor turns a knob with excessive force and the TARDIS hums sharply at him.
“Sorry.” He grumbles. This is why he needs planets to save, places to run, because when he's alone in his TARDIS-it's his never-forgetting mind that bothers him. It's his past that lingers and eats away at him. He can look at his old companions and feel such pride at what they have achieved. Then, he looks at himself, and sees what he's always been; a lonely, madman with a box.
He's not sure how he ended up standing in front of Amy's door, but he is. The Doctor places his palms on the wood and bows his head so his forehead is just barely touching. Amy is asleep, his ship assures him. But, he doesn't walk into the room like he wants to. He wants to brush her hair away from her face and kiss her forehead and tell her; Pond, it will be different. You'll see. You're different, you are special...my magnificent, impossible Amelia Pond.
Amy feels like she'll be sick but, she keeps walking along the narrow path. The whole planet is crumbling at her feet. “Amy! AMY!” The Doctor is behind her, shouting, yelling so loud she wonders if his vocal chords could snap. She doesn't look back-she can't. If she does, she could lose her balance.
“Amy!” The Doctor clutches the collapsed railing as he watches her take step-by-careful-step. “Amy!” The ground gives another shake and Amy takes in a deep breath, steadying herself, and inches forward.
Don't look back. Don't look down. Just keep your eyes forward. Eyes on the prize, Pond.
Amy jumps just as the ground she's walking on crumbles into dust. “Hello.” She says with a smile, her hand extending to the small child. The child stares at her before taking her hand. Amy looks back for the first time, a giant gap of nothingness between herself and the Doctor.
“What are you standing there for, you dolt! Go and get the TARDIS!” She yells and he smiles at her. End of the world...and the Doctor smiles. The child doesn't understand what a TARDIS is, he only knows that a red haired woman and her bow tie friend saved him. Amy brushes the dirt off his blonde head and lets go of his hand. He runs to his mother who is in line at the evacuation ships. He looks back at the two and hugs his mother around the waist.
“Pond.” The Doctor's voice is grim and serious. Amy stares at him, their faces covered in dirt, and her body is shaking from left over adrenaline. He wants to tell her, how dangerous it was, how he could have lost her, but instead-she throws her arms around his neck and hugs him tightly.
The Doctor is falling through space and time but, when he's with her-he has something to grasp onto. Amy buries her nose into the crook of his neck, “When I saw him standing there, all alone, I knew I couldn't leave him.”
The Doctor's arms wind around her waist and he lets her fall into him completely. She doesn't need to explain herself to him. They couldn't save the whole planet, but they could save that one child-and somehow that evens the score. (It really doesn't, but it is a nice thought.)
“It's okay, I'm here. I'm right here.” Amy says, her fingers smoothing the hair away from his face. The Doctor closes his eyes at her touch. Amy touches her forehead against his, his breath warm on her lips and his grip strong and comforting around her.
When she stood on that narrow path and walked; she wasn't thinking about what could have happened. (And that was selfish, reckless, and stupid; and she knows that). This very old and very kind man in front of her, who brings her to beautiful and terrible places, this man who took her away from a boring life and put starlight in her eyes. The Doctor.
He needs her; not like air or sunshine, but like gravity. (otherwise he might just float forever in the sea of stars).
Amy thinks about telling him, as they stand there on a dying planet, that she loves him. The Doctor's eyes have opened and his hand is threading through her red waves of hair. Why can't he be ginger? The alarm sounds and the rest of the evacuation ships take off. “Time's up, Pond.”
Her eyes flutter open and she can see the walls of the building start to crack and crumble around them.
Wizard - a man who is said to have magic powers
( it says 'hello sweetie' )
The Doctor runs his hand along the Pandorica.
“I hate good wizards in fairy tales. They always turn out to be him.”
Amy thinks, as she sits outside, her life teetering on the edge for the billionth time-he is worth the risks.
Rory joins her soon and he smiles. “So, you remember me then?”
“I do.” And she tells him of the planet made of fire, and how they worshiped her because of her hair, and how the high priestess gave her a gem-and then she told Rory about the planet stuck in a time loop, about the time she and the Doctor got covered in alien slime from giant slugs, the planet of darkness and the planet of light; oh and then there was that planet with the changing sky!
Rory just listens.
“This is it then, huh?” Rory says, looking up at all those stars.
“Pardon?”
“If the Doctor can't figure out what's in that box. We're all doomed.”
“Don't be so pessimistic, Rory.” She hits his shoulder lightly. Rory doesn't understand why she smiles when it could be the end of everything. A little voice in the back of his mind reminds him how long she's been with the Doctor; and how much has changed.
( I've seen whole armies turn and run away....)
“Amy! You've got to run.” Rory pleads with her.
“No.” Amy tells him fiercely, “You're Rory Williams. You're my best friend. I'm not going anywhere.”
Rory doesn't think to ask her about their relationship, what it is, and what it's become; there are more pressing issues right now.
“Listen to me!”
River picks up the book in Amy's room; Pandora's box. Inside she finds a picture of Rory and Amy.
“LISTEN TO ME!”
Amy gasps and the pain is quick, brief, and she falls back. The stars are the last thing she sees.
It isn't fair, Amy thinks, as she sees Rory standing there. He waited 2,000 years-and she still loves the Doctor. Amy embraces him, “I'm so sorry.” She whispers and her voice is thick and she's this close to crying...and Rory smiles against her shoulder.
“Never could compete with a time machine, could I?” His laugh is hollow sounding. But, then the Doctor is beside them, with little Amelia holding his hand.
“Come along, Ponds.”
Amy Pond has loved the Doctor since she was seven years old. She wanted to say there was no competition, because you can't compete with a heart that's already taken.
(He wants to talk to you.)
He tells her she has the power to bring her parents back. All that time pouring into her head. Amy wishes he was lying. Her mum, dad, and Rory back; but no him. No imaginary friend.
“The girl who waited...was it worth it?” Amy takes his face in her hands and stares fiercely into his eyes, the Doctor smiles a broken smile at her resolve and her strength and her overall Amy Pond-ness.
“Shut up, of course it was.” He can hear the words she wants to say but doesn't. As she looks into his ancient green eyes she can feel every memory igniting in her heart. Every touch, every breath, every laugh, every joke, every moment of running-Amy shuts her wet eyes.
“What about us? The Doctor and Amy Pond?” She asks, her voice coming out a little rough around the edges.
The Doctors' laugh is weak, but he smiles, “We're all stories in the end, Pond.”
“Amy! Amy! You need to get back!” River shouts and Amy's hands fall from his face. She takes a step back, River pulling her away and watches as the Doctor shoots up into the sky and obliterates himself-for her, for them, for the world...
(Geronimo!)
Rewinding my time stream...erasing...
But, Amy...she can hear me...
The Doctor covers her anxious hands with his own and leans his forehead against hers. “Amy...” He's running out of time, he can feel it, but it doesn't stop him. “You need to start trusting me, its never been more important.”
“But, you don't always tell me the truth...”
“If I always told you the truth, then I wouldn't need you to trust me.”
“The crack in my wall Doctor, how is it here?”
“I don't know yet but I'm working it out. Amy, do you remember what I told you when you were seven?”
“No, what did you tell me?”
He can actually feel his two hearts crumble a bit. The Doctor shuts his eyes for a moment, “No, that's not the point; you have to remember.”
The Doctor lets go of her hands and he should kiss her forehead. A safe place. A gesture of fondness. But, he isn't feeling fondness for Amy Pond. He's feeling the feel of her hands in the dark, the warmth of her breath against his cheek, the touch of freckled skin beneath his palm-fiery red hair winding through his fingers.
The Doctor kisses her then because he wants to. It's quick, but there's nothing chaste about it, and he knows Amy can feel that. He trusts that she remembers. He needs her to remember. He needs her. It's wrong, the guilt settles in his gut when he remembers that Rory is alive again-and they should spend the rest of their life together but, the Doctor is going to be on the wrong side of the universe, he might as well be selfish just this once.
Then he's gone.
“Doctor?...Remember what?”
The night she waited...
He sets young Amelia Pond down on her bed and sighs. He tells her the story in hopes to weave it into her mind, his only hope of returning is a seven-year old Amelia Pond asleep in her bed. The Girl Who Waited. “I think I'll skip the rest of the rewind...I hate repeats.” The Doctor kisses her forehead, “Bye, bye Pond.”
The cracks close. The next time River looks at the diary she owns (she isn't sure why), the pages are blank.
The master prompt list with all the chapters; I would hate for you to miss anything
Anyways! hope you guys like it C:
[ there is also a deleted sexy scene from letter "U" and you can find it by clicking here]
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Story - narrative: a message that tells the particulars of an act or occurrence or course of events.
When Amelia Pond was growing up, she had her stories-they were the adventures that would start once the Doctor returned. She sat in her room and drew and wrote and dreamed....
Amelia Pond, ten years old, sat on the end of her bed with her dolls and toys as her audience. She held up the blue cardboard box she had created, bright blue and held together with tape and glue. “So, the TARDIS shot through the sky...” She flew the TARDIS over her stuffed animals heads.
“And the Doctor knew what to do but they ended up crash landing! Boosh!” The TARDIS fell onto her bed. Amelia climbed off her bed to grab her Doctor and the doll of herself. “Amelia and the Doctor climbed out of the smoldering box and onto the unknown planet.”
She walked the dolls across her bed, “The place was bare and all too quiet.” Amelia said in a deep, scary voice. “But, the sky was beautiful. You could see every star in the whole galaxy! The Doctor and Amelia needed to find somewhere to stay because the TARDIS needed to fix itself and it was too dangerous.”
Amelia climbed back onto her bed, “But! They were not alone!” She brought out a dinosaur toy from behind her back and mimicked the stomping noise. “Dun Dun Dun! Amelia and the Doctor weren't scared...even though they had to run away.” The dolls ran to the end of the bed, “A dead end! Amelia shouted, looking at the Doctor.”
She moved the dolls so they faced the dinosaur. “The Doctor took Amelia's hand and pointed his sonic at the dinosaur.” She paused for emphasis. “The dinosaur suddenly fell over--” She dropped the toy with a dramatic dinosaur cry. “Raaauuughh.”
“The Doctor didn't kill him, because the Doctor is there to help. So Amelia and the Doctor go up to the dinosaur.” She moved the dolls to the dinosaur's side.
“And the Doctor tells Amelia that this dinosaur is the last of his kind and he was just scared...and lonely...and didn't mean to chase them...” Amelia pets the dinosaur's head, “And the Doctor lets the dinosaur go...”
Amelia props the TARDIS back up, “By the time they reach the TARDIS it's fixed, but Amelia is sad-she feels bad for the creature. So they go to the dinosaur's home planet several years in the past and grab an egg.” She places a small, red bouncy ball on the bed.
“They bring the egg back to the planet they had crashed on. The dinosaur is very thankful because he's not alone anymore.” She puts the egg beside the dinosaur and rests the creatures against her knee so he stays up straight on her bed. “Amelia and the Doctor leave the planet for the last time. He takes her hand and asks her; 'Now Amelia, where would you like to go next?”
The stuffed animals stare at Amelia with their beady little eyes as she tells her stories of Amelia Pond and the Doctor. There is another audience member as well, but she stands in the hallway leaning against the wall, and she listens without making a sound.
Amelia is starting another story for her crowd. Aunt Sharon runs her hands over her face, she is tired and she is at a loss on what to do with Amelia. The teachers call about the 'raggedy doctor' and how Amelia's imagination can distract her from school work.
Aunt Sharon returns to the kitchen and looks at the number posted on the refrigerator for a long time. It's the number to the physiologist the school recommended. “They're only stories...” Sharon tells herself as she pulls on her jacket, “No harm in stories.”
Trihoral - happening every three hours
“Here we are!” The Doctor opens the TARDIS doors with a flourish.
“Which is where?” Amy replies, expecting him to launch off into lecture mode. The Doctor barely gets the planet's name off his lips when a girl, young (11 years old, at least) comes running up to them carrying a bright ruby-red umbrella. Amy looks up and sees a taupe colored sky but it doesn't look like it'll rain anytime soon.
“Doctor.” The girl is breathless, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes with soft pink iris's are wide. Her bouncy, blonde curls are held back by a black headband.
The Doctor beams, “Yes, that's me and this is--”
“Amy Pond.” The girl finishes, “We met. About two hours and fifty-eight minutes ago in the past, my time stream, the future for yours.” The girl looks at small watch around her thin wrist, “Okay. I'll be over there on that street corner.”
“What's going on?” The Doctor asks, worried suddenly, because this girl who ran up to them is checking her watch nervously and her eyes look close to tears.
“Say Peonies. When my mum and I read about Earth, that was her favorite plant.”
A clock chimes loudly and then everything goes in reverse. With the exception of the Doctor and Amy Pond. Their eyes meet and the Doctor starts explaining in a hurried fashion as they cross the street. “The planet is stuck in a time-loop.”
“Yeah, I figured that much.”
“So!” The Doctor clasped his hands together, “We gotta figure out why and how to fix it.”
The clock chimes again and suddenly every one is acting completely normal. The planet, at least where the Doctor landed the TARDIS, is this big open flea-market area. The streets are made of small pebbles and stones, everyone is walking everywhere, and it's a mixed planet. Amy sees people who look human or may possible be human, then she sees aliens with a lot of fur, or three arms, or a giant slug. Oooh a giant slug. Avoid those. They insulted their queen that one time...
The young girl who ran up to them is indeed at a street corner with a bundle of magazines in her hands. “Hello!” She greets them warmly, but not like she knows them.
“I'm the Doctor.”
“That's a funny sort of name, ain't it?”
Amy jabs his side with her elbow with a grin on her face.
“I'm Amy Pond.”
“You're not from around here...” The girl returns to setting up the magazines on their shelves. One headline reads; 'I'm in love with a space octopus'
The Doctor and Amy exchange a glance before Amy looks 'round and says;
“You wouldn't happen to sell any peonies, would you?”
The girl fumbles with her magazines and sets them on the floor. She turns, her face serious, and looks at Amy and the Doctor. “No, you wouldn't find any here. I suggest talking to Mr. Biggs. He runs most of the shops around here...”
She points to a cart with a red curtain surrounding it and the Doctor takes Amy's arm and angles her towards him. “Amy...” His eyes dart around for a moment, “If we don't get this right, there is a chance that the whole reality of this planet will collapse.”
Amy gives a nervous little laugh, “No pressure or anything, eh Doctor?”
He smiles and they continue to their next lead. Mr. Biggs-who is, not very big at all. He's sitting down but even so, Amy doesn't think his head would reach her kneecap. His cart surrounded by the curtain is full of wires and monitors. He's a pudgy sort of fellow with big, thick glasses.
“Hullo!” The Doctor greets cheerily, Mr. Biggs doesn't look up, doesn't even acknowledge that they are there.
“Oi!” Amy barks and Mr.Biggs jumps nearly three feet in the air sitting down.
“Yes?...Oh. I recognize you. You just got here, yes. Hm. Bit of a problem though. I'm afraid-do you have proper clearance to be on this planet-and do you have proper currency to shop in our markets?”
The Doctor reaches into his jacket and holds out the physic paper, “I need some help Mr. Biggs. We're here on official business, top priority, and we heard you're the man to go to.”
Mr.Biggs folds his chubby little hands across his lap, “Very well then, Mr. & Mrs. Pond.” The Doctor makes a strangled noise at the back of his throat and drops the physic paper, looks at it, and then stuffs it back into his jacket. Amy just smirks and shakes her head.
Crrunnnzzzzssshhhh
The ground does a little shake and the noise that cuts through the marketplace is harsh to their ears. The Doctor looks at Mr.Biggs for an explanation. He sighs and unfolds his hands, looking from who he thinks are Mr and Mrs Pond.
“Proper annoying, that is. But construction should be finished in the next...” he checks his pocket watch, “Two and a half hours, they said!”
“What are they constructing?” The Doctor asks, one hand on his hip as he leans forward slightly with interest.
“Oh. It's big news, really. A new sort of barrier for the planet due to the asteroid storm we are getting today. Our barriers have been just fine-but you know-politics. Who can build a better shield and all that...” He shakes his head, looking back at his monitors, seemingly done with the conversation here.
The pieces click in the Doctor's head and he looks at Amy. So much time together has put her on the same page as him; he's not sure if that excites him or terrifies him and maybe it's a little of both. “So that's it then.” Amy says as they run down the pebbled street.
“The new barrier must be affecting the planet's time. Somehow. I'll sonic it once we get to see it. How much time to we have Pond?”
Amy looks at a tall, streetlamp-part-clock as they run by, “Two hours.”
The Doctor laughs; “You can do a lot in two hours!”
Like, save a whole planet, for instance. It takes a little asking around to find where the construction is taking place and they should have figured it was the chiming noise from earlier. It wasn't actually a clock-but a big flashy-knobby-swirly thing that just has DOCTOR written all over it.
The Doctor is sonic-ing it, checking readings, and that's when Amy sees the huddle of children getting umbrella's.
“What are those for?” She's asks a construction worker with four arms. “It's not going to rain, is it?”
The work shakes his head, muttering; “tourists.” Amy is about to glare at him when he starts talking again, “It's superstition. Anyone without an umbrella will get hit by a space rock. Kids do it, I dunno what else you want me to tell you.”
Amy recognizes a girl in the crowd. Her blonde curl held away from her face by a black headband. She doesn't have an umbrella. “Doctor? Do you have a quid?”
The sonic stops whirring, “What?” He looks up at her, his face in complete and utter confusion. Amy repeats the question. This time she points to the girl who was organizing magazines earlier and how she is the only child out of the group who is missing an umbrella. “Even if I did, Amy. I don't think they'd accept it.”
The sonic starts whirring again. “Aha!” He exclaims but, Amy is already half-way across the street.
“Hi.”
The blonde looks at her. “Amy, right?”
She nods and looks at all the umbrella's for sale. “I'm Henri.” Amy stands beside her as she looks at the umbrella's but doesn't make any move to purchase one. Amy casts a look back at the Doctor and he is flailing his hands while trying to explain something to the various workers.
Amy picks up a red umbrella, identical to the one she saw Henri carrying when they first met, and she passes it to the small girl. The owner of the umbrella stand glares at her and opens his second mouth in between his eyes, but Amy is quick-and smart; “I work for Mr. Biggs. If you want paperwork, my...friend over there has it.” She nods in the direction of the Doctor.
The owner is quiet for a moment. “Get goin' before the storm hits.”
Henri looks up at Amy who is much, much taller than she is. “Thank you. I'll make it up to you.”
“No need. You see that blue box over there? Just meet me and my friend there when you see us.”
Henri just smiles and Amy watches as the girl runs off.
“The barrier dissolves the asteroids, these aren't pebbles we're walking on...” The Doctor sonics the ground, “They are bits of asteroids that didn't get fully dissolved.” the Doctor turns back to the machine, “And! This machine was set to slow down time-once the asteroids passed through so that the citizens could have time to...Amy?” He turns and finds that the redhead is nowhere to be seen.
CRUUUZZNHHH
The machine makes a disgusting, gear grinding, ground-shaking noise and starts to spark. “Oh no no no! Don't do that!” The Doctor shouts, throwing his tweed jacket over the small flame. Amy Pond is standing beside a grandfather clock settled in the middle of the marketplace. She doesn't know why, but something made her walk to it.
The clock struck two. One hour left.
The chime was jarring, off-key, and low.
“Oh no.” Someone whispers beside her. The sky turns black all of a sudden and Amy can see orange lights bursting the in the sky. Then everyone is running for cover in this wide open space and Amy can feel her heart hammering in her chest as she runs back to the Doctor.
Hopefully he could fix it in time.
The Doctor pulls his smoking tweed jacket off the machine, the only light he has is from the burning orange in the sky and the glow of his sonic. “NO!” He shouts, kicking the machine. “Ow ow ow.”
“Doctor!” Amy shouts just as the first impact is made. Amy is jerked to the ground, falling on her knees, dust and dirt flying past the two of them. She gets back up to her feet and she can see the shape of the Doctor in the short distance.
The Doctor is fumbling with the wires. “I can change it. Stupid bloody thing. Who knows if it could even work in the first place!” There's another spark and he can feel Amy at his side. He looks at her and she just yells; “What can I do to help?”
“We cause the time-loop. This time, we'll be at the heart of it; it's a sickening feeling-but I know how to fix this thing in time...” The sonic whirrs to life again, somehow its sound is able to cut through every other sound around them; the wind, the explosions, the shouts, and the terror.
Amy takes his arm, “Ready Pond?”
“GERONIMO!”
Amy feels like her body is splitting in half but, she can still feel his arm beneath her palm. That is comforting, at least. Her feet touch solid ground again and she takes in a big breath. Oh god, she might be sick. She can see Henri running towards them. “I brought us back to when we first arrived. Two minutes before the time-loop.”
The machine chimes and then everyone goes in reverse again. Except for the Doctor and Amy. They follow the same steps, say the same things (de-ja-vu much?), but the Doctor reaches the machine much faster this time. The sky turns an opaque purple just as the orange lights appear in the sky. The beam is shooting out of the machine and into the sky-and most of the citizens are holding onto umbrellas.
The asteroids go through the barrier and turn to dust.
“That was the longest three hours of my life.” Amy mutters and the Doctor curls his arm around her waist, Amy didn't even realize she was swaying, but she leans her weight against his. “You're just a little time-sick, Pond. It'll pass.” He mummers, affection laced in his tone. They wait until the storm ends and then they're back on the TARDIS...
Time to start another adventure.
Ultramarine - deep blue, a vivid blue to purple-blue color.
The TARDIS is magnificent. Wonderful. A world of dreams inside a bright blue box. She's also moody, a motherly figure and a constant companion to the Doctor, and the TARDIS is upset today. Why?
The Doctor runs his fingers over the burn mark on her side. The TARDIS could just fix it herself but she is being stubborn. While they were leaving that last planet, an asteroid hit the side of the TARDIS and nearly knocked them off course. The TARDIS hums loudly; the Doctor can feel her anger. She's scolding him for not flying her properly.
The Doctor leans his head against the side of the TARDIS, “Sorry.” He mutters and he can feel that he's quickly forgiven. Which is sort of funny, since the TARDIS can hold a grudge if she wants to, but she's letting him off the hook.
“Do ya think this is the right color?” Amy asks from behind him. He didn't even hear her leave the TARDIS. She's standing in the grass, barefoot, with a can of paint beside her right leg. Amy can feel the TARDIS press on her temple, fondness, affection, adoration, are the words that flood into her head.
“What a brilliant idea! We'll give the ol' girl a spot of new paint and she'll look good as new!” The Doctor says, rolling up his sleeves, as his jacket was inside. He doesn't ask Amy where she found the paint because she must have found it in the TARDIS. They're parked on a hillside in Ireland in the middle of nowhere-it wasn't like she took a walk to hardware store.
Amy passes over a brush and the Doctor starts talking about the paint, “Ultramarine, eh? Did you know that it's the most complex of the mineral pigments?” He says as a blue stroke of paint covers the black scorch mark. The Doctor continues to ramble not stopping the paint as it drips from putting too much on his brush.
Amy paints beside him, their strokes crossing over each other and it's not even that pretty of a job. His elbow keeps bumping into hers. 'Well, this is kinda boring...' Amy thinks as she dips her brush into the paint bucket again--'mischief, elation...' Amy looks at the TARDIS and then she realizes what the girl is talking about. Amy smiles and sets her brush down in the grass.
“Oi, Doctor? Do you like the color?”
The Doctor doesn't turn from what he's doing. “What? Of course! It's a fantastic color!” Amy dips her hand into the bucket and flings a glob of paint the Doctor. He doesn't move for a second which Amy uses to her advantage by cheekily saying, “The color looks good on you, Doctor.” The paint has landed on his collar of his shirt and it's splattered a bit on the side of his face and it's creeping down his neck.
“Really? I always thought green was more my color.” He says, his brush falling to the grass and both his hands are in the bucket a second after. Amy runs away, laughing madly and the paint can is knocked over as the Doctor bolts after her.
The TARDIS hums with amusement.
Amy may have let the Doctor catch her. They've toppled over each other in a pile of limbs, wet paint, and warm grass. The Doctor doesn't even realize what he's doing as he covers Amy in hand prints and streaks of blue. He was sure that his first intention was just to get her back...
Her back is covered in blue splotches, her bare legs, there's a streak of drying paint on her cheek. But, they can't stop laughing. The Doctor has his forehead on her shoulder; he's leaning over her, his elbows resting in the grass and keeping himself upright.
Amy is the first to slowly quiet down and she lazily pokes his cheek with her paint-coated finger. The Doctor turns his head to look at her and he quiets down. A soft chuckle escapes her lips but, that's for a whole other reason; the Doctor is a combustible force and she's the spark that ignites it.
Her arms curl around his neck as his lips nuzzle against her throat.
His hands, still sticky from the paint, but not as wet travel along her sides. The Doctor should be saving planets, he should be traveling, not rolling around in the grass with Amelia Pond. Amy kisses him, teeth giving a light tug to his lower lip-and all thoughts of 'what he should be doing' suddenly escape his mind.
It's sunset when they return to the TARDIS. She's like a mother waiting up with the porch light on. The Doctor picks up the empty paint can and follows Amy back inside. He can't help but thinking that the TARDIS planned this somehow. She's a cheeky ship, isn't she? The TARDIS just hums pretending to be oblivious.
Vertigo - dizziness: a reeling sensation; a feeling that you are about to fall.
He looks down from the top of the skyscraper. Amy is clutching the railing as she peers down, red hair falling and framing her face, her body perched precariously; and the Doctor keeps waiting for the moment to grab her and pull her back. Amy takes in a deep breath of the city, it's all blackness and little tiny lights below them, and the moon is hidden by the clouds and the buildings.
For the first time in her adventures with the Doctor; she sees how small they all are. She, of course, cannot tell the Doctor this. He'll go off into a ramble about how brilliant and wonderful human beings are, how all it takes is one to start a revolution-Amy tilts her head to look at him. The wind is tossing around his hair making it more wild and unkempt than usual.
“What are you thinking about?” She asks him.
“How quiet it is.” The Doctor answers cryptically. “Come along, Pond.” He takes her hand and pulls her away from the ledge.
Silence will fall
The Doctor paces around the console. Amy is resting and he thinks about their adventures, and he thinks of how it ends; how it always ends and that makes his stomach churn. The Doctor turns a knob with excessive force and the TARDIS hums sharply at him.
“Sorry.” He grumbles. This is why he needs planets to save, places to run, because when he's alone in his TARDIS-it's his never-forgetting mind that bothers him. It's his past that lingers and eats away at him. He can look at his old companions and feel such pride at what they have achieved. Then, he looks at himself, and sees what he's always been; a lonely, madman with a box.
He's not sure how he ended up standing in front of Amy's door, but he is. The Doctor places his palms on the wood and bows his head so his forehead is just barely touching. Amy is asleep, his ship assures him. But, he doesn't walk into the room like he wants to. He wants to brush her hair away from her face and kiss her forehead and tell her; Pond, it will be different. You'll see. You're different, you are special...my magnificent, impossible Amelia Pond.
Amy feels like she'll be sick but, she keeps walking along the narrow path. The whole planet is crumbling at her feet. “Amy! AMY!” The Doctor is behind her, shouting, yelling so loud she wonders if his vocal chords could snap. She doesn't look back-she can't. If she does, she could lose her balance.
“Amy!” The Doctor clutches the collapsed railing as he watches her take step-by-careful-step. “Amy!” The ground gives another shake and Amy takes in a deep breath, steadying herself, and inches forward.
Don't look back. Don't look down. Just keep your eyes forward. Eyes on the prize, Pond.
Amy jumps just as the ground she's walking on crumbles into dust. “Hello.” She says with a smile, her hand extending to the small child. The child stares at her before taking her hand. Amy looks back for the first time, a giant gap of nothingness between herself and the Doctor.
“What are you standing there for, you dolt! Go and get the TARDIS!” She yells and he smiles at her. End of the world...and the Doctor smiles. The child doesn't understand what a TARDIS is, he only knows that a red haired woman and her bow tie friend saved him. Amy brushes the dirt off his blonde head and lets go of his hand. He runs to his mother who is in line at the evacuation ships. He looks back at the two and hugs his mother around the waist.
“Pond.” The Doctor's voice is grim and serious. Amy stares at him, their faces covered in dirt, and her body is shaking from left over adrenaline. He wants to tell her, how dangerous it was, how he could have lost her, but instead-she throws her arms around his neck and hugs him tightly.
The Doctor is falling through space and time but, when he's with her-he has something to grasp onto. Amy buries her nose into the crook of his neck, “When I saw him standing there, all alone, I knew I couldn't leave him.”
The Doctor's arms wind around her waist and he lets her fall into him completely. She doesn't need to explain herself to him. They couldn't save the whole planet, but they could save that one child-and somehow that evens the score. (It really doesn't, but it is a nice thought.)
“It's okay, I'm here. I'm right here.” Amy says, her fingers smoothing the hair away from his face. The Doctor closes his eyes at her touch. Amy touches her forehead against his, his breath warm on her lips and his grip strong and comforting around her.
When she stood on that narrow path and walked; she wasn't thinking about what could have happened. (And that was selfish, reckless, and stupid; and she knows that). This very old and very kind man in front of her, who brings her to beautiful and terrible places, this man who took her away from a boring life and put starlight in her eyes. The Doctor.
He needs her; not like air or sunshine, but like gravity. (otherwise he might just float forever in the sea of stars).
Amy thinks about telling him, as they stand there on a dying planet, that she loves him. The Doctor's eyes have opened and his hand is threading through her red waves of hair. Why can't he be ginger? The alarm sounds and the rest of the evacuation ships take off. “Time's up, Pond.”
Her eyes flutter open and she can see the walls of the building start to crack and crumble around them.
Wizard - a man who is said to have magic powers
( it says 'hello sweetie' )
The Doctor runs his hand along the Pandorica.
“I hate good wizards in fairy tales. They always turn out to be him.”
Amy thinks, as she sits outside, her life teetering on the edge for the billionth time-he is worth the risks.
Rory joins her soon and he smiles. “So, you remember me then?”
“I do.” And she tells him of the planet made of fire, and how they worshiped her because of her hair, and how the high priestess gave her a gem-and then she told Rory about the planet stuck in a time loop, about the time she and the Doctor got covered in alien slime from giant slugs, the planet of darkness and the planet of light; oh and then there was that planet with the changing sky!
Rory just listens.
“This is it then, huh?” Rory says, looking up at all those stars.
“Pardon?”
“If the Doctor can't figure out what's in that box. We're all doomed.”
“Don't be so pessimistic, Rory.” She hits his shoulder lightly. Rory doesn't understand why she smiles when it could be the end of everything. A little voice in the back of his mind reminds him how long she's been with the Doctor; and how much has changed.
( I've seen whole armies turn and run away....)
“Amy! You've got to run.” Rory pleads with her.
“No.” Amy tells him fiercely, “You're Rory Williams. You're my best friend. I'm not going anywhere.”
Rory doesn't think to ask her about their relationship, what it is, and what it's become; there are more pressing issues right now.
“Listen to me!”
River picks up the book in Amy's room; Pandora's box. Inside she finds a picture of Rory and Amy.
“LISTEN TO ME!”
Amy gasps and the pain is quick, brief, and she falls back. The stars are the last thing she sees.
It isn't fair, Amy thinks, as she sees Rory standing there. He waited 2,000 years-and she still loves the Doctor. Amy embraces him, “I'm so sorry.” She whispers and her voice is thick and she's this close to crying...and Rory smiles against her shoulder.
“Never could compete with a time machine, could I?” His laugh is hollow sounding. But, then the Doctor is beside them, with little Amelia holding his hand.
“Come along, Ponds.”
Amy Pond has loved the Doctor since she was seven years old. She wanted to say there was no competition, because you can't compete with a heart that's already taken.
(He wants to talk to you.)
He tells her she has the power to bring her parents back. All that time pouring into her head. Amy wishes he was lying. Her mum, dad, and Rory back; but no him. No imaginary friend.
“The girl who waited...was it worth it?” Amy takes his face in her hands and stares fiercely into his eyes, the Doctor smiles a broken smile at her resolve and her strength and her overall Amy Pond-ness.
“Shut up, of course it was.” He can hear the words she wants to say but doesn't. As she looks into his ancient green eyes she can feel every memory igniting in her heart. Every touch, every breath, every laugh, every joke, every moment of running-Amy shuts her wet eyes.
“What about us? The Doctor and Amy Pond?” She asks, her voice coming out a little rough around the edges.
The Doctors' laugh is weak, but he smiles, “We're all stories in the end, Pond.”
“Amy! Amy! You need to get back!” River shouts and Amy's hands fall from his face. She takes a step back, River pulling her away and watches as the Doctor shoots up into the sky and obliterates himself-for her, for them, for the world...
(Geronimo!)
Rewinding my time stream...erasing...
But, Amy...she can hear me...
The Doctor covers her anxious hands with his own and leans his forehead against hers. “Amy...” He's running out of time, he can feel it, but it doesn't stop him. “You need to start trusting me, its never been more important.”
“But, you don't always tell me the truth...”
“If I always told you the truth, then I wouldn't need you to trust me.”
“The crack in my wall Doctor, how is it here?”
“I don't know yet but I'm working it out. Amy, do you remember what I told you when you were seven?”
“No, what did you tell me?”
He can actually feel his two hearts crumble a bit. The Doctor shuts his eyes for a moment, “No, that's not the point; you have to remember.”
The Doctor lets go of her hands and he should kiss her forehead. A safe place. A gesture of fondness. But, he isn't feeling fondness for Amy Pond. He's feeling the feel of her hands in the dark, the warmth of her breath against his cheek, the touch of freckled skin beneath his palm-fiery red hair winding through his fingers.
The Doctor kisses her then because he wants to. It's quick, but there's nothing chaste about it, and he knows Amy can feel that. He trusts that she remembers. He needs her to remember. He needs her. It's wrong, the guilt settles in his gut when he remembers that Rory is alive again-and they should spend the rest of their life together but, the Doctor is going to be on the wrong side of the universe, he might as well be selfish just this once.
Then he's gone.
“Doctor?...Remember what?”
The night she waited...
He sets young Amelia Pond down on her bed and sighs. He tells her the story in hopes to weave it into her mind, his only hope of returning is a seven-year old Amelia Pond asleep in her bed. The Girl Who Waited. “I think I'll skip the rest of the rewind...I hate repeats.” The Doctor kisses her forehead, “Bye, bye Pond.”
The cracks close. The next time River looks at the diary she owns (she isn't sure why), the pages are blank.