#theimpossibleameliapond

"We've had our fun. Let's all leave Mum alone now, kay guys?"

“You and I?” The Doctor mused, his eyes widening the slightest bit, his voice laced with something a little deeper than his natural tone. Memories and thoughts racking up in his brain, racing around as reminders, all the things he knew of her, of them. There had been all those times, those days, those years. She had known the best of them, and more than anything, she had known the worst of him.

“Us.” Centuries and centuries ago, when he was him and she was her, when each of them were their true selves, he wouldn’t have doubted a moment. All those memories taking up those parts of his mind that he willed himself never to think of. Both of them at home, the days that drew them apart, the most memorial days that drew them together, their wedding. They were memories he so often tried to convince himself otherwise. Thoughts, fantasies, illusions. They weren’t. They were very, very real. And they were with her.

"No one is allowed to complain when you all wake up and Nan's dead tomorrow, got it?!"

Despite the amused chuckle that resonated in her throat as he pulled her closer, he felt a relieved sigh leaving his lips. Though perhaps it hadn’t been too long, even in a proper timeline rather than the wibbly wobbly of a jumbled mess of a Time Lord one, it had still felt like ages. So even the laughter at his own expense was taken as a positive to him, rather than whatever else it could have been taken as.

He groaned quietly at the teasing tone in her voice, merely digging his head further into her hair, his arms curving more tightly around her. Despite this, he could feel an odd sensation creeping up his chest in response to her teasing, a flush crawling up his neck and resting over his face, his ears burning a bright red. “Shush.” He muttered under his breath, feeling the flush at his cheeks become a more prominent colour.

“Amy!” The Doctor’s eyes had grown wide, a slow but steady grin crawling over his lips, growing so wide it wouldn’t have been a surprise if it split his face in half. His voice had raised several octaves, much higher than it was per usual, but he wasn’t even bothered enough to notice. He could feel the muscles in his chest and stomach contracting, the mere sight of her causing a warmth in his chest he couldn’t quite understand, let alone would he ever be able to explain.

He bounded over to her, a pronounced skip in his step that was a bit more evident today then on most days. He looked her over, watching her intently with a delighted smile. Quickly, his arms had wound around her, pulling her closer and resting his head against her shoulder, nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck slightly. One hand rested at the small of her back, holding her gently to him, while the other hand trailed up her spine, eventually coming to rest behind her head, his fingers weaving into her hair slightly with a fondness that was both soothing and calming despite his racing hearts and the sensations spreading throughout his chest.

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