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pondless

“Did I…      Did I miss something?”

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Something is VERY wrong. Amy can feel it in her gut, but she can’t do anything... Because the Doctor is GONE. Perhaps not gone in the sense that he will never again return, but it sure feels like it, since he hasn’t bothered leaving them a note or saying farewell. He just rushed off to save the planet, telling the two girls that it was TOO DANGEROUS for them to tag along. Amy calls bullshit on that one, because if it’s really THAT dangerous, Amy is convinced that she ought to be there, so that she can do her best to PROTECT her friend. Not to mention that in the process of all that world-saving, he managed to leave her completely helpless behind, which she can’t help but hate him for, just a bit. She resents the fact that he is able to make her feel like proper crap, and she hates that Clara gets to see her like this. But he has to save the world, apparently. Hard to blame him for doing that without sounding like a complete ass. So it’s just them now. Amy and Clara. 

                                                                                                          Alone in space. 

“Tell me you’re kidding.”

   “Well how am I supposed to    know what bats want to do?”

“D’you think bats make it more difficult for themselves by only coming out at night? And do  they even know they’re upside down, I mean..?”

“Rescuing me? Pffft- No sir, I’m rescuing you.” 

pondless

   Clara’s gaze turned toward the TARDIS doors when someone stepped in. That didn’t happen often, rarely ever. They had to have a key or the TARDIS had to know them and even then that wasn’t fair. The old cow had locked her out plenty of times and she’d complained to the Doctor once or twice about it too, he just told her that she needed to get along with his ship better.

   She recognized the woman from the screen on the TARDIS monitor as soon as she saw her face. Amelia Pond, correction; Amelia Williams. She had read some of her books. The question was, how was she here? “Hello,” Clara said with a friendly smile. “You must be looking for the Doctor. He’s not here right now.” No, he was out and he’d forced her to stay, for what reason, she didn’t know.

Amy hadn’t expected the Doctor back quite so soon. He always managed to be late - which she found completely ridiculous, seeing that he owned a bloody TIME MACHINE -  and it had gotten to the point where Amy would actually take his seemingly unavoidable lateness into account when planning her weeks. If the Doctor said that he would come pick her up on a Thursday, Amy didn’t expect him until Saturday at the earliest. But today was different. He had parked his TARDIS outside her house, but hadn’t bothered stepping out. Amy guessed that he was getting lazy. With a slight eye roll, she wrestled herself into her leather jacket and pushed the door closed behind her as she jogged out on the street, heading towards the blue box.  She had to take a deep breath to collect herself before she opened the door recklessly, stepping inside without looking towards the console. Naively, she assumed that only one person could be standing there. “You’re early!! Suppose you’ve got something EXCITING for me today then?” she questioned loudly and closed the door behind her before leaning against the railing, her feet crossed. Only then she finally looked up and noticed that the Doctor wasn’t there. Confusion flashed across her features and she froze for a second or two while she listened to the stranger. The woman seemed familiar somehow, but Amy couldn’t quite remember from where. Hopefully somewhere good. “Well... What have ya done to him?” she asked suspiciously and folded her arms over her chest, narrowing her eyes slightly. 

“Fine, have it your way. But if your gran starts on another one of her crazy stories this’ll be the last time.“

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