Goodnight, Goodbye

When I was a little girl I had an imaginary friend, and when I grew up, he came back. 

Amelia Jessica Pond | 20-something years old | Traveling Time and Space 

She always thought her last time to say goodbye to the Doctor would have been that fateful day in the graveyard. A quick goodbye, a blink and she'd be with Rory together again. So it came to a shock as Amy spotted a familiar box parked on the corner of the street.

"No," she murmured to herself. "It's not possible." The ginger made her way over to the spot slowly- eyes scanning for any signs of him. She placed a hand on the door, feeling a thrum of life from the TARDIS.

"Hello old thing."

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“And then figure something out in the TARDIS,” he told her, “It’s our best bet for now.”

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 “It’s possible,” the Doctor told her, “Although I think I’d have picked it up on the sonic screwdriver by now if that was the case.”  He looked around and thought for a moment.  “How would we even be able to pick it up if it was squeezed between the cracks in the side walk?  We might need something specific for that.”

“So..” Amy stood from her crouched position, fixing her skirt in the process. “We’re looking for extremely tiny aliens who could be stepped on but can’t have fallen into large cracks. We have no idea what they look like so they could blend in with society-” Amy threw her hands up in defeat, letting out a small groan 

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Closed | Clara

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“I don’t think we have.” Clara paused, thinking it over carefully before continuing. “Do you perhaps know of a man in a blue police box?” It was a far-fetched thing, but Clara knew the Doctor had other companions before her. 

“D’you mean the Doctor?” Amy perked up. “Happens to wear a bowtie and sometimes a fez?” 

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“s'pose that’s true. Very hard to transport cows, never did space travel well.” He babbled excitedly with a lopsided grin. It wasn’t often he got quiet moments like this so he tended to saver them well they lasted. “Hmm, maybe? Ah, go on then, can never have too many marshmallows.”

“So how do the new versions of Earth get milk if the cows didn’t travel well?” Amy called from the kitchen, grabbing the extra bag of marshmallows. As she padded back to the main room she stopped to take it all in. She’d never admit to his face but Amy had missed him- including his rambles. 

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The Doctor stared at her for a long moment as if contemplating something, before he slowly pulled her into a awkward hug. It felt strange in this body, but she deserved at least one proper hug before he had to leave.

“I’m sure I will, pretty humans just looove to throw themselves at me.” He deflected with a joke. This regeneration wasn’t exactly normal, he wasn’t sure how long it’d even last …bringing a companion into that wouldn’t be fair. Although it was kind of her to care.

“Did the chin say how long he’d be? Crossing my timelines like this tends to make me a bit fuzzy ‘round the edges so I don’t really remember.”

Sure, she had hugged him a million times but this version of himself was awkward about the whole thing. That didn’t stop her from wrapping her arms around his torso and giving him a tight squeeze.

“Are you callin’ me and Rory pretty?” She squeezed him one last time before backing up a bit to look at him. She remembered when the TARDIS had showed her the past companions and he was right, they were all extremely pretty. He obviously had a type. Especially when it came to best friend material. 

“Y’know how you were,” she picked a piece of lint of the jacket with a sigh. “You say five minutes- show up two years later. So I’m not sure when he’ll actually be back,” Amy gave a shrug. 

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Open | V2: Mrs. Williams

“Should be.” He whips his arms up, eyeing the watch on the inside of his wrist. He taps it a few times. “Engines may be a tad off, the TARDIS’ scanners should still be fully operational. Well, mostly.” He pockets his hands, looking to her again, “I haven’t introduced myself, have I? Sorry, still getting the hang of things. New face and all. I’m the Doctor, what’s your name?”

“Williams. Amy Williams,” she felt like collapsing. With a shaky breathe she finally leaned back into her chair, eyes never leaving the strange man in her room. 

She was Amy Williams, wife of Rory, English teacher at the small school in Leadworth. She enjoyed going to museums and drinking coffee while writing her stupid little stories. She was normal. She refused to go back to being Amelia Pond, the little girl with the imaginary friend. 

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“Sorry. You’re right. I’m– I apologize. I was just– um, curious.”

Anthony certainly hadn’t meant to run into his mother. River warned him about time travel about being careful not to cross certain paths. The Doctor had told him to shove that vortex manipulator in a box and forget about it. Back To The Future was right, it was more trouble than it was worth, he’d said. And then Anthony had to ask about what Back To The Future was.

Obviously, he hadn’t listened. He wanted to experience things his adopted parents and sister knew. He needed that experience for himself. Maybe he would feel just a little more like he belonged. His parents had been good people, amazing parents. Truthful and loving and always made him feel like he was wanted. But there was somethings they couldn’t fix, things he had to do for himself.

“I’m sorry. I should go…”

“Not so fast Curious George,” Amy wouldn’t admit it but he piqued her interest. Who the hell just randomly shows up to a strangers house and asks how old they are? 

She leaned against her door frame, eyes squinted as she took him in. Nothing about the stranger screamed familiar, she had ran into different versions of the Doctor and could spot them easily now. This was different. Something about the way he carried himself gave off that maybe he didn’t quite belong in this period. 

“So who are you?” There was no point in beating around a bush. Either he was someone from her future or the Doctors. “And what exactly do you want?” 

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This was why he’d spent years resenting the Doctor. Not hating him. Not really. He didn’t think he could really hate someone he didn’t know. But now that Rory had met the Doctor, he could see why Amy had been so taken. Why he’d felt second place sometimes. The Doctor was amazing, mad, brilliant. Exciting. An alien from somewhere else, protecting the Earth from other aliens.

Rory had done his research. The Doctor was a good man, Rory knew that.

But the Doctor was careless. He left. He left people. He left Amy.

Rory smoothed Amy’s hair kissing her cheek. His hand dipped into her, giving it a squeeze. He had come after her, giving up their place in the cafe queue, mid order.

“Do you want to go back home instead?” Rory asked gently.

He resented the Doctor for giving Amy hope of some other adventure. More danger. He resented the Doctor even more for the disappointment in her face when he didn’t turn up. He vowed a long time ago he would never fail Amy like that.

She let out a sniffle, intertwining her fingers with Rory’s. He was never one to question her, just there to run with her and any crazy idea she comes up with, and she loved him for that. 

Her rock, a constant in the crazy world. She didn’t know what she would do without him. She quickly wiped a stray tear from her face and looked at her partner. 

“No- yes. God I don’t know,” she looked around again, hoping- no praying for that blue box to show up. “I just keep waiting for him to turn up again. Why did he have to leave us?” 

Why did he have to leave me again? 

She wanted to scream. It was so unfair to just run off every time she thought she heard the TARDIS or the sonic go off. Especially today when they were trying to enjoy a nice, normal outing. 

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