Aperture of Time {1.2.1}
Title: Aperture of Time
Part: 1.2.1
Sandbox: Doctor Who
Setting: November 22, 1963
Pairings: Nine/Amy, Jack/Rose
Summary: Having left her previous position and come aboard the TARDIS, Amy deals with the wonder of her first trip to the wardrobe and back in time, while Rose discovers that The Doctor has had many companions in the past, and even a family, and has to deal with this sudden change in status.
The Doctor was surprised when late one night, returning to the console room, he found Amy sitting on the jump seat, painting her nails like it was the most normal thing in the world.
“Up a bit early, aren’t you?” He asked, curious. He knew his human companions required much more sleep than he did, and watched the ginger-haired girl in interest. She had taken to the TARDIS much easier than a lot of companions.
Amy looked up from her yellow gold nail-polish and attempted to smile. “Couldn’t really sleep.” She admitted, shrugging slightly. “It’s all a bit hard to get my head around. I smoke bombed the Metaltron, and now I’m in a time-machine that’s also a spaceship.”
“Yes,” the Doctor admitted. “You did, and yes, you are.” He moved over to the jump seat and sat down beside her, tugging on the belt of her striped robe. “You okay with that?”
“I think so, yeah.” Amy replied. “It’s just...space, really? I’m really in space?”
The Doctor chuckled slightly, even in this generation, born from grief and war, he had to admire the fascination of the companions. It was part of the multitude of reasons he invited people with him on his journeys. He stood up, and went over to the console, flipping a few switches to extend the oxygen, before moving over to the door and, looking over his shoulder at her, holding out a hand. “Well, come on then.”
Amy blinked. “What?” Still though, she stood and moved to take his hand, eyes excited.
“Space!” The Doctor replied, squeezing her hand as he opened the doors to the TARDIS into the cosmos.
Amy stared out the door, getting closer. “Wow.” She breathed, everything else forgotten.
The Doctor grinned, sitting down in the doorway. “Welcome to the universe, Amelia Pond.”
Amy giggled, putting a hand over her mouth as if to contain her glee. After a moment, she slid down to sit beside the Doctor, forgetting that she was in her nightie. “It’s gorgeous.” She breathed.
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Rose woke in the softness of her bed from a lovely dream. She stretched slightly and got ready for the day, throwing on some trousers and one of her cutest tops before heading towards the console room to find The Doctor and remind him about breakfast. When she arrived, though, she found the room empty. That was odd.
She moved through the TARDIS, following the hum of the machine like a game of hot and cold. She found herself at the kitchen door and opened it, thinking for one brief moment that the Doctor had decided to surprise her with breakfast, only for it to falter a moment later.
Somehow, during the night, she had forgotten about Amy. Amy who had saved her life. Amy who she wanted to like deep down, but she kept struggling with because, to her, three was a crowd.
“Good morning, Rose!” The Doctor said with a bright smile, nursing a cup of tea. “Amy’s made us a full breakfast. How’s that for handy!” He turned to Amy. “Rose has trouble with eggs.”
“Lucky I’ve been cooking for myself since I was a kid.” Amy said with a shake of her head. “We’ve got bacon, eggs, sausages, porridge, tattie scones, tea, toast, and grilled tomatoes, what would you like?”
And that was how Rose found herself pushing porridge about in a bowl, suddenly not hungry, and faking smiles in between bites. Pushing the bowl away, she decided to focus on everything but Amy. “So what are we doing today, Doctor?” She asked, flipping a blonde braid over her shoulder. “Back in time? Another planet?”
The Doctor considered this. “Mystery tour! Why not put her on random?” He finished his tea. “I’ll let you girls finish while I go see to the arrangements.
Amy grinned at Rose, throwing a tea towel in the sink with empty plates, and leftovers in the space-age icebox. “Mystery tour! Can you believe it?”
“Yeah, I can.” Rose said with a plastic smile.
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The Doctor brought the TARDIS to a stop with relative ease, probably because he had placed it on random, rather than telling her where and when he wanted to go, and checked the scanner carefully, frowning a bit. He probably shouldn’t be surprised that his ship decided to take them to a fixed point. Still, part of the fun of time travel was watching history happen, so he put on a smile as Amy and Rose arrived in the console room, apparently having stopped off to let Amy get dressed.
“Outside that door, it’s November, 1963.” He said with a grin. “To the wardrobe, ladies, we’re going to see history happen before our eyes.”
“1963?” Rose repeated.
“Wardrobe?” Amy asked in confusion.
“Rose, you’ll show Amy where the wardrobe, is, won’t you?” The Doctor said in amusement.
“Sure.” Rose replied, smiling again.
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“Oh my god.” Amy said, as she stepped into the wardrobe. It was huge, with racks and racks of clothes, jewelry, accessories, shoes, and things she didn’t recognise but she assumed were meant to be worn. “How do you find anything in here?”
As she asked, the lights changed colour over a section helpfully.
“Err, thanks?” Amy said, blinking. She had been asking Rose, but that worked as well. She heard a hum in response and took it as a kind of ‘you’re welcome.’ Either that or it was laughing at her.
Rose took the other view, and giggled at her, heading over to the racks of dresses. She reflected briefly on how rarely so far she had gotten to dress up. The last time had been Dickens and the Gelth, which weren’t exactly the fondest memories -- and at least in the sixties she wouldn’t be stuck in a corset!
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“There you two are!” The Doctor aid as they reappeared.
Amy, dressed in a navy blue and deep yellow suit, blinked at him. “Aren’t you going to change?”
“I changed my jumper.” The Doctor defended, holding his arm out to Rose.
“You’d never be able to tell.” Amy said, shaking her head, following the two experienced ones out of the TARDIS.
“So, 1963.” Rose observed as they stepped out into the sunshine. “Where?”
the Doctor sniffed thoughtfully. “Texas.” He observed after a moment. “United States, either Dallas or San Antonio.”
“I’m in 1963.” Amy boggled, looking around at the streets full of cars that should be antiques that were sparkling new, and all the people in the same kind of clothes she was wearing.
“My favourite year, 1963.” The Doctor replied, squeezing Rose’s hand slightly. “When I first left Gallifrey, Susan and I settled on Earth in 1963 in between our adventures. She wanted to experience human school.” It was odd, usually he avoided talking about Susan, or anything about Gallifrey, if he could help it. The sting was less here, somehow, though. he considered for a moment that it might be because he knew how happy Susan was in the Coal Hill School this year. It could be that, or maybe having the chance to vent at the Dalek had acted as some kind of catharsis.
“Who’s Susan?” Amy asked, curiously.
The Doctor shook his head, looking to the side. “She was my youngest granddaughter. She came with me when I left Gallifrey, she loved humans.”
“Granddaughter?” Rose repeated in shock.
“What happened to her?” Amy asked, voice soft in understanding.
The Doctor shook his head. “She settled in the twenty-second century with a nice young man, adopted some children, had another.” He swallowed hard. “I always swore to go back more often, but when the war happened, she went home and...” He stopped, unable to say it. He shook his head. “My first human companions were her teachers, who followed her into the TARDIS.” He grinned. “I may have sort of kidnapped them. They teach at Cambridge now, in your time.”
Rose was getting more and more upset. When The Doctor had invited her onto the TARDIS she had assumed that she was the first companion he had ever had. “How many companions have you had?”
The Doctor considered this, as Amy moved up beside them and they began walking around the city. “Oh, let’s see...county you two, Susan, the boys from UNIT while I was exiled, and of course The Brigadier...” He considered that a moment. “I must stop in and see the Brig sometime, probably about thirty, thirty-one.”
Rose was feeling a bit sick to her stomach as the list went on. She wasn’t special at all, just the next in a long line of humans aboard the TARDIS. Was Amy meant to be her replacement? “What happened to all of them?”
The Doctor sighed. “Some left me, some died, some lost their memory when the Time Lords decided they knew too much. The UNIT boys just continued on Earth, though, while I resumed travelling as soon as I was allowed. “One of my companions, Leela, ended up marrying a Time Lord and staying on Gallifrey.” He finished with a smile at Rose, missing the significance of how pale she had gone. “And now I have you and Amy.”
“So we’re just the latest in a long line, is that it?” Rose asked, fighting the gnawing feeling in her stomach.
The Doctor looked over to her in confusion, still half-lost in old memories. “Sorry what?”
“You just pick up humans randomly, is that it?” Rose asked, face flushing.
“Ooh, look, lockets.” Amy said, trying to change the subject, not even bothering with subtlety, because she had seen enough jilted girls to see what was about to happen. “Rose, look at the lockets.” Her tactic, however, was ignored.
“As opposed to what?” The Doctor asked, dropping Rose’s arm brows knitted in confusion.
“I thought you and me were...” Rose choked on the words, watching Amy’s eyes widen at the side. “I’ve obviously got it wrong. I’ve been to the year five billion, but this? This is the real future, isn’t it? You just leave us behind, you replace me with a leggier model!”
“Oi!” Amy said, shaking her head. “Leave me out of this!”
The Doctor stuck his hands in his pockets. “I don’t age like you do, Rose. I don’t die, not really. When Time Lords are dying they regenerate into a new body and continue on -- but humans don’t. You wither and decay. I’ve been travelling for nine hundred years, I can’t spend the rest of my life with you. I have to live on. I have to survive. The curse of the Time Lords.” He tilted Rose’s face up, looking into her eyes, glazed over with tears. “Amy is not here to replace you. No one is replacing anyone.” He swallowed hard. “I want you to stay, as long as you want to stay, until you’re old and grey if you decide too, but if knowing this is too much, I can drop you off with Jackie.”
Rose swallowed hard, her head swimming with all this new information that she had to come to terms with that she had never considered before, not really. “I’m staying.” Rose swore. “I’m not leaving you.” Her place was by The Doctor’s side, no matter what. She would be better than all those other companions. She would stay -- and what was more, she would find a way to stay forever. Somehow.
Amy was perhaps the only one well-aware of their surroundings, particularly as an old lady that reminded her of her grandmother ‘tsk’ed at them.
“Guys, I’m glad you’ve worked this out, but we’re kind of standing on a streetcorner in the 1960s, and people are staring.” Amy hissed softly.
The Doctor shook himself out of it and dropped his hand, shoving his hands in his pockets instead. “Quite right, whole new place to explore. Let’s go!”
Part: 1.2.1
Sandbox: Doctor Who
Setting: November 22, 1963
Pairings: Nine/Amy, Jack/Rose
Summary: Having left her previous position and come aboard the TARDIS, Amy deals with the wonder of her first trip to the wardrobe and back in time, while Rose discovers that The Doctor has had many companions in the past, and even a family, and has to deal with this sudden change in status.
The Doctor was surprised when late one night, returning to the console room, he found Amy sitting on the jump seat, painting her nails like it was the most normal thing in the world.
“Up a bit early, aren’t you?” He asked, curious. He knew his human companions required much more sleep than he did, and watched the ginger-haired girl in interest. She had taken to the TARDIS much easier than a lot of companions.
Amy looked up from her yellow gold nail-polish and attempted to smile. “Couldn’t really sleep.” She admitted, shrugging slightly. “It’s all a bit hard to get my head around. I smoke bombed the Metaltron, and now I’m in a time-machine that’s also a spaceship.”
“Yes,” the Doctor admitted. “You did, and yes, you are.” He moved over to the jump seat and sat down beside her, tugging on the belt of her striped robe. “You okay with that?”
“I think so, yeah.” Amy replied. “It’s just...space, really? I’m really in space?”
The Doctor chuckled slightly, even in this generation, born from grief and war, he had to admire the fascination of the companions. It was part of the multitude of reasons he invited people with him on his journeys. He stood up, and went over to the console, flipping a few switches to extend the oxygen, before moving over to the door and, looking over his shoulder at her, holding out a hand. “Well, come on then.”
Amy blinked. “What?” Still though, she stood and moved to take his hand, eyes excited.
“Space!” The Doctor replied, squeezing her hand as he opened the doors to the TARDIS into the cosmos.
Amy stared out the door, getting closer. “Wow.” She breathed, everything else forgotten.
The Doctor grinned, sitting down in the doorway. “Welcome to the universe, Amelia Pond.”
Amy giggled, putting a hand over her mouth as if to contain her glee. After a moment, she slid down to sit beside the Doctor, forgetting that she was in her nightie. “It’s gorgeous.” She breathed.
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Rose woke in the softness of her bed from a lovely dream. She stretched slightly and got ready for the day, throwing on some trousers and one of her cutest tops before heading towards the console room to find The Doctor and remind him about breakfast. When she arrived, though, she found the room empty. That was odd.
She moved through the TARDIS, following the hum of the machine like a game of hot and cold. She found herself at the kitchen door and opened it, thinking for one brief moment that the Doctor had decided to surprise her with breakfast, only for it to falter a moment later.
Somehow, during the night, she had forgotten about Amy. Amy who had saved her life. Amy who she wanted to like deep down, but she kept struggling with because, to her, three was a crowd.
“Good morning, Rose!” The Doctor said with a bright smile, nursing a cup of tea. “Amy’s made us a full breakfast. How’s that for handy!” He turned to Amy. “Rose has trouble with eggs.”
“Lucky I’ve been cooking for myself since I was a kid.” Amy said with a shake of her head. “We’ve got bacon, eggs, sausages, porridge, tattie scones, tea, toast, and grilled tomatoes, what would you like?”
And that was how Rose found herself pushing porridge about in a bowl, suddenly not hungry, and faking smiles in between bites. Pushing the bowl away, she decided to focus on everything but Amy. “So what are we doing today, Doctor?” She asked, flipping a blonde braid over her shoulder. “Back in time? Another planet?”
The Doctor considered this. “Mystery tour! Why not put her on random?” He finished his tea. “I’ll let you girls finish while I go see to the arrangements.
Amy grinned at Rose, throwing a tea towel in the sink with empty plates, and leftovers in the space-age icebox. “Mystery tour! Can you believe it?”
“Yeah, I can.” Rose said with a plastic smile.
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The Doctor brought the TARDIS to a stop with relative ease, probably because he had placed it on random, rather than telling her where and when he wanted to go, and checked the scanner carefully, frowning a bit. He probably shouldn’t be surprised that his ship decided to take them to a fixed point. Still, part of the fun of time travel was watching history happen, so he put on a smile as Amy and Rose arrived in the console room, apparently having stopped off to let Amy get dressed.
“Outside that door, it’s November, 1963.” He said with a grin. “To the wardrobe, ladies, we’re going to see history happen before our eyes.”
“1963?” Rose repeated.
“Wardrobe?” Amy asked in confusion.
“Rose, you’ll show Amy where the wardrobe, is, won’t you?” The Doctor said in amusement.
“Sure.” Rose replied, smiling again.
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“Oh my god.” Amy said, as she stepped into the wardrobe. It was huge, with racks and racks of clothes, jewelry, accessories, shoes, and things she didn’t recognise but she assumed were meant to be worn. “How do you find anything in here?”
As she asked, the lights changed colour over a section helpfully.
“Err, thanks?” Amy said, blinking. She had been asking Rose, but that worked as well. She heard a hum in response and took it as a kind of ‘you’re welcome.’ Either that or it was laughing at her.
Rose took the other view, and giggled at her, heading over to the racks of dresses. She reflected briefly on how rarely so far she had gotten to dress up. The last time had been Dickens and the Gelth, which weren’t exactly the fondest memories -- and at least in the sixties she wouldn’t be stuck in a corset!
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“There you two are!” The Doctor aid as they reappeared.
Amy, dressed in a navy blue and deep yellow suit, blinked at him. “Aren’t you going to change?”
“I changed my jumper.” The Doctor defended, holding his arm out to Rose.
“You’d never be able to tell.” Amy said, shaking her head, following the two experienced ones out of the TARDIS.
“So, 1963.” Rose observed as they stepped out into the sunshine. “Where?”
the Doctor sniffed thoughtfully. “Texas.” He observed after a moment. “United States, either Dallas or San Antonio.”
“I’m in 1963.” Amy boggled, looking around at the streets full of cars that should be antiques that were sparkling new, and all the people in the same kind of clothes she was wearing.
“My favourite year, 1963.” The Doctor replied, squeezing Rose’s hand slightly. “When I first left Gallifrey, Susan and I settled on Earth in 1963 in between our adventures. She wanted to experience human school.” It was odd, usually he avoided talking about Susan, or anything about Gallifrey, if he could help it. The sting was less here, somehow, though. he considered for a moment that it might be because he knew how happy Susan was in the Coal Hill School this year. It could be that, or maybe having the chance to vent at the Dalek had acted as some kind of catharsis.
“Who’s Susan?” Amy asked, curiously.
The Doctor shook his head, looking to the side. “She was my youngest granddaughter. She came with me when I left Gallifrey, she loved humans.”
“Granddaughter?” Rose repeated in shock.
“What happened to her?” Amy asked, voice soft in understanding.
The Doctor shook his head. “She settled in the twenty-second century with a nice young man, adopted some children, had another.” He swallowed hard. “I always swore to go back more often, but when the war happened, she went home and...” He stopped, unable to say it. He shook his head. “My first human companions were her teachers, who followed her into the TARDIS.” He grinned. “I may have sort of kidnapped them. They teach at Cambridge now, in your time.”
Rose was getting more and more upset. When The Doctor had invited her onto the TARDIS she had assumed that she was the first companion he had ever had. “How many companions have you had?”
The Doctor considered this, as Amy moved up beside them and they began walking around the city. “Oh, let’s see...county you two, Susan, the boys from UNIT while I was exiled, and of course The Brigadier...” He considered that a moment. “I must stop in and see the Brig sometime, probably about thirty, thirty-one.”
Rose was feeling a bit sick to her stomach as the list went on. She wasn’t special at all, just the next in a long line of humans aboard the TARDIS. Was Amy meant to be her replacement? “What happened to all of them?”
The Doctor sighed. “Some left me, some died, some lost their memory when the Time Lords decided they knew too much. The UNIT boys just continued on Earth, though, while I resumed travelling as soon as I was allowed. “One of my companions, Leela, ended up marrying a Time Lord and staying on Gallifrey.” He finished with a smile at Rose, missing the significance of how pale she had gone. “And now I have you and Amy.”
“So we’re just the latest in a long line, is that it?” Rose asked, fighting the gnawing feeling in her stomach.
The Doctor looked over to her in confusion, still half-lost in old memories. “Sorry what?”
“You just pick up humans randomly, is that it?” Rose asked, face flushing.
“Ooh, look, lockets.” Amy said, trying to change the subject, not even bothering with subtlety, because she had seen enough jilted girls to see what was about to happen. “Rose, look at the lockets.” Her tactic, however, was ignored.
“As opposed to what?” The Doctor asked, dropping Rose’s arm brows knitted in confusion.
“I thought you and me were...” Rose choked on the words, watching Amy’s eyes widen at the side. “I’ve obviously got it wrong. I’ve been to the year five billion, but this? This is the real future, isn’t it? You just leave us behind, you replace me with a leggier model!”
“Oi!” Amy said, shaking her head. “Leave me out of this!”
The Doctor stuck his hands in his pockets. “I don’t age like you do, Rose. I don’t die, not really. When Time Lords are dying they regenerate into a new body and continue on -- but humans don’t. You wither and decay. I’ve been travelling for nine hundred years, I can’t spend the rest of my life with you. I have to live on. I have to survive. The curse of the Time Lords.” He tilted Rose’s face up, looking into her eyes, glazed over with tears. “Amy is not here to replace you. No one is replacing anyone.” He swallowed hard. “I want you to stay, as long as you want to stay, until you’re old and grey if you decide too, but if knowing this is too much, I can drop you off with Jackie.”
Rose swallowed hard, her head swimming with all this new information that she had to come to terms with that she had never considered before, not really. “I’m staying.” Rose swore. “I’m not leaving you.” Her place was by The Doctor’s side, no matter what. She would be better than all those other companions. She would stay -- and what was more, she would find a way to stay forever. Somehow.
Amy was perhaps the only one well-aware of their surroundings, particularly as an old lady that reminded her of her grandmother ‘tsk’ed at them.
“Guys, I’m glad you’ve worked this out, but we’re kind of standing on a streetcorner in the 1960s, and people are staring.” Amy hissed softly.
The Doctor shook himself out of it and dropped his hand, shoving his hands in his pockets instead. “Quite right, whole new place to explore. Let’s go!”