#pondpara

I lost my mind, long ago, down the yellow brick road…

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“GET ME OUT! I’M RIGHT! I HAVE MAGIC!” This was a constant thing she would yell from her room in the hospital. This was a different looking hospital, not like the others she’d seen. Not like the one they had in Leadworth, that was for sure.

They were telling her she was making this all up, but she knew she wasn’t, she couldn’t be. Why would someone make something like this up? It wasn’t like Amy liked the yelling she got from her Aunt. Or the looks she got from the other kids she would tell. None of them believed her.

“I have to have magic, they’re all wrong!” This time, her voice was a bit more tired. Weary, and ready to give up.

Truth was, as much as she believed in herself, it was getting too much. It would be easier, much easier, if she just gave in at this point. It was like she had anyone who believed in her.

Not one person.

“Please..”

Amy sat in the corner of this weird room, in this different looking hospital and put her head in her hands, her legs curled up to her chest. Maybe she could resign to the fact that no one would ever believe her. That she always would have magic but...no it wouldn’t be enough for them.

Six months later: 

Amy was sitting in her house, no one was there. There was no Rory Williams to bother, to tell her she wasn’t crazy, to stop her from doing stupid things. The girl was medicated beyond recognition, she had given in to what the psychiatrists had said. That magic wasn’t real. Rory wasn’t there to tell her otherwise. Her room wasn’t painted her favorite shade of blue like her and Rory had did one summer. There were no pictures, moving or otherwise. It was a sterile, white room. It was barren.

It’s not like little Amelia Pond knew her life could be different though, because she never met him in the first place.

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“Amy? Amy!” Someone was shaking her and she scrambled to wake up.

Groggily she said, “What?”

“You’re alright. Good. Ok.” Amy looked up to who the voice belonged to and saw Rory Williams eyes looking at her full of concern. Taking a deep breath of relief, she gave him a hug which sort of strangled him, but she knew he’d live. Amy wasn’t the most affectionate kid, so this surprised him.

“What was that for?”

“Just get that look of your stupid face and help me up, Rory.” Rory helped her up and Amy dusted herself off.

“We should go back anyways, Pond.”

Amy usually would have fought him on this, but after her little - whatever that was - she just wordlessly nodded and followed him back to his house.

The Amy we knew now, woke up, her eyes shooting open and waking with a start. Looking at the clock on the wall, it was 4 A.M. Groaning, she took her pillow from under her head and pushed it against her face.

This was getting ridiculous. She had never dreamed, or at least not for a while, and now she was. They weren't even pleasant, any of the dreams. So were they nightmares? Didn't people have nightmares when really bad things happened, or something like that? Amy didn't really know or care, all she knew is that she wanted sleep and sadly, she wasn't getting any. 

Amy woke up from her bed more startled than usual. It wasn't often that the Gryffindor had dreams, especially now. In fact, she didn't dream. Which is odd because Amy Pond is a dreamer. 

When she was younger she used to have dreams all the time. But Amy's aunt had always persuaded her to stop dreaming, that she needed to stay in this reality world, that she would not have a mad niece who believed she had magic as well as 'superfluous' dreams. The small redheaded girl would stop talking about them and eventually they went away. 

But this had been so real. Who were those people? The younger version of Amy was in a big, light, open room standing by a piano, singing with an older red haired woman. Amy was wearing a yellow babydoll type dress and boping around with the older lady. She remembered being happy as she strolled over to a burly man in suspenders, playing the piano. Amy smiled at him and started to hit the piano, trying to mess up the mans playing. All he did was push her aside playfully and try to play. The small red headed child was not having that and started tickling him. He was very ticklish. From the corner of her eye, she could see the older woman smiling at them with a quiet kindness in her eyes. Amy felt safe around them, like she was at home in this spacious room. 

It was all so pleasant and nice but Amy shook the thought. Those people weren't important. It didn't matter if they were...who she may have thought they were, she had a proper family now and that was that.

Still. She didn't go back to bed. Because this was odd, entirely too real and made and she felt it forced. But that didn't make any sense, she was probably making it all up.

But those feelings were real. 

Tony,

Stood in the rain and watched you go I feel a lump in my throat And this is far from joy

I think it's time to run cause I'm seeing stars

I'm seeing stars watch me fall apart.

(Sidenote: This is an AU where Sherlock hasn't met John yet, and Amy and Sherlock have been close friends for a few years. Takes place end of Amy's 6th year and Sherlock' 4th.)

♪: I've put all of my songs on shuffle- now I have to write a drabble involving our muses with the next song that comes on.

The lights are on, but you're not home  Your mind is not your own  Your heart sweats, your body shakes  Another kiss is what it takes  You can't sleep, you can't eat  There's no doubt, you're in deep  Your throat is tight, you can't breathe  Another kiss is all you need  Whoa, you like to think that you're immune to the stuff, oh Yeah  It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough,  You know you're gonna have to face it, you're addicted to love  You see the signs, but you can't read  You're running at a different speed  Your heart beats in double time  Another kiss and you'll be mine,  A one-track mind, you can't be saved  Oblivion is all you crave  If there's some left for you  You don't mind if you do  Whoa, you like to think that you're immune to the stuff, oh Yeah  It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough,  You know you're gonna have to face it, you're addicted to love  Might as well face it, you're addicted to love  Your lights are on, but you're not home  Your will is not your own  Your heart sweats your teeth grind  Another kiss and you'll be mine  Whoa, you like to think that you're immune to the stuff, oh Yeah  It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough,  You know you're gonna have to face it, you're addicted to love  Might as well face it, you're addicted to love 

A Click And A Bang: My muse accidentally killing yours.

(Sidenote: The is an AU a few years in the future where the war is still going on and Amy & Tony are married. Yes, I’m going to kill some feels. For you Shiri.)

It was in the heat of the war and people were everywhere. Apparating left and right. Whether you were fiighting for good or for the other guys who wanted blood purity, people were dying.

Amy was never much of the solider type but she had to be. No one was going to hurt the people she loved and she displayed a fierceness. A fierceness a mother had. That’s because she was pregnant. Of course she was told not to fight, well by the only few people who knew at the time. Tony was especially against is and she knew she shouldn’t but Amy Pond (Yes, still Pond) rarely did what she was told.

Running down the steps of Hogwarts, the main steps near the entrance, she saw Lucifer Malak. She thought she had lost him. He gave her his crazy smile and started towards her, and she shot a spell down in front of him that collapsed the stone  so he couldn’t get through to her. It still didn’t work, and with the flick of his wand the stone was repaired.

Amy kept running but the opposite way. Little did she know, Tony was trekking her, like he was going to leave his pregnant wife alone. Stupid Redhead, he thought to himself.

The redhead shot a spell backwards, a curse that didn’t necessarily ensure death but without treatment right away, would ensue it. She had meant to hit Lucifer. When she looked back, she saw Tony instead, on the dusty ground. He...didn’t look so good. No, no, this couldn’t be happening.

She ran over to him, not caring they were in the middle of a battlefield. It didn’t matter really. Kneeling down, she tried to keep her war face on, and looked around for anyone that could help. Yelling would not be smart. But there was no one, Lucifer was already content and he had left.

Amy looked at Tony, trying not to cry, smoothing his hair. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, you were right. I’m so so sorry. You’re not going to die. No.” He kept looking at her, everything really hurt, and he couldn’t be dying. Tony Stark could not be dying, not after everything. Not after he had finally been somewhat happy. No, really happy.

“Amy.” Tony looked at her and sighed, trying to give her a half smile.

Amy blinked back tears quickly before replying, “Yes?” she gave him a kiss on the cheek. This was her fault, this was all her fault. Before he could talk back to her, she knew they needed to be safe. Amy used all her energy and held on to Tony tightly before apparating to the closet. The Closet that started it all.

“Of course, the closet.” He said. Amy thought to herself, of course he still manages to be sassy while dying.

“I don’t see anywhere else better, Silly Stark.” She said through tears. The infirmaries would have been her first place, but the other side had now controlled them. Plus, if they let you in, they did things to you. Made more soliders. Her husband didn’t deserve that, not brilliant, loyal, Tony.

Tony just looked at her for a bit and she looked back. There were so many memories running between them and so many memories that would never be had. But they were still living them in each others eyes, in that one look. Raising their child was one they kept going over. Their little girl.

“I love you, Tony,”

When Gregory Lestrade Came To Play

Dream: My character will have a dream about your character

 Amy, for the first time in a very long time, was dreaming.

In this dream, you see Amy as a little girl. As usual, she was being teased and called, “Mad Pond” and hated it. There was no Rory to run to today, the stupidface had to be sick. But there were only so many faces you could bash in before other names started to errupt from their mouths.

Greg Lestrade, aged 8, was walking back home from his other school when he saw her. A little girl with hair that looked like it was on fire (well, maybe not that exaggerative), stalking off in the direction of the street. She did not look happy. Greg stupidly thought it would be a good idea to help.

“Hey! Hi.  Why were they mean to you?” Greg asked.

Amy stared him up and down, not trusting him. “What’s it to you?” She asked in a defensive tone. The girl was ready for another remark.

Greg shrugged and said, “I just saw and…” Amy quickly interrupted him, stomped on his foot, and yelled, “Oi! You didn’t see anything!” Then she ran back home.

http://firecrackerpond.tumblr.com/post/57867593533/friends-lovers-or-nothing-greg-amy-drabble

Friends, Lovers, Or Nothing II Greg & Amy II Drabble (Break Me)

Break Me: I will write an angsty drabble about our characters.

  They remembered the beginning. It was so nice. The smiles, the laughter. The secret kisses in the Room of Requirement that seemed to lead to more. Of course they were responsible people but class could wait. It could wait when you were madly in lust.

Amy would bite her lip and raise an eyebrow to signal it, their escape, and Greg would wink at her a smile twitching at her lips. The two thought they were being so sneaky but everyone saw and everyone knew.

But this time when gave her signal, he barely did his. Still they met in the Room of Requirement like always. Amy went to kiss him and grabbed her gently by the wrists and stopped her, their faces inches apart.

“What are we doing here, Amy?” He pierced his gorgeous blue eyes into her green eyes, the green eyes he loved to look at, the green eyes that gave him a shiver down his spine. Greg didn’t know anymore. At first it was fun and hot, and everything this kind of relationship should be. But it wasn’t what he wanted. Especially after he saw her go off with Thor. Gave him the same signal. He had thought he was special. That this beautiful, vibrant girl had picked him.

The redhead blinked back, she was so attracted to him, and pressed herself a little closer to him, their lips almost touching. Whispering into those lips, she seductively whispered, “This, Greg.” and kissed him passionately. Oh, how he loved those kisses. But he still pushed her away.

“Amy...this.. I want more than just being someone to fuck, you are more than that to me.” He said to her directly. Greg had known this for a while now, but couldn’t say it out loud. A part of him loved their passion and false sense of secrecy but another part...he wanted to be hers and vice versa.

Amy didn’t know what to say, she never realized that he wanted more and thst she was essentially hurting him. But she didn’t want more, not since that idiot broke up with her because she wouldn’t put out.

Now she had so much experience, and she was using him. Greg didn’t deserve to be used, even if he was a damn good shag.

“I don’t want that, not with you. But one more time, Greg, please?” Amy asked desperately. The idea of commitment scared her but she wanted it. Knowing they’d be each others, claiming each others bodies even for a little bit, was now Amy’s new known type of commitment.

He heard her beg and thoughts-dirty thoughts-ran through his mind. But then he knew better. “Amy...I told you what I wanted.”

“Don’t you want me, Lestrade? Don’t lie, cause I know you want me.” Amy gave him  once over in a desperate attempt to keep him.

The Hufflepuff pushed back away from her. She just didn’t get it. What happened to her? “I do, but not like this, not anymore.”