this is the story of amelia pond

' it's fine, i mean, i don't mind. '

"Yes please, don’t remind me." he rolled his  eyes slightly, but his eyes actually held affection for her at the same time. "I’m afraid, my dear old friend, the old man in the blue box is eternal." he smiled briefly. Was Clara a friend like Amy had been?, he nodded slowly after a brief moment.

amy smiled broadly at him, moving forward so she was actually inside the TARDIS, down the steps and to the console.

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"And how do you think he will react if he finds out you’ve been talking to me?" He quirked an eyebrow and pointed to himself.

' maybe a little self conscious. i mean you're older, but you still look great. '

' why does he miss me? i saw him just a few moments ago, i'm still here. '

"I suppose. This isn’t how I - How things ended." He shook his head slowly. Not wanting to use the words ‘lost you’. Besides that would be a bit of a spoiler about her life wouldn’t it? He also knew time had a way to re-write itself over and over. But he doubted anything would change, he was still alive. "If you do, and I have the greatest feeliing that you will." he helpd up a finger at this point. "you can’t tell him about this. And stop that. Are you malfuctioning too? Smiling and being sad at the same thing, it doesn’t work!"

' things ended? ' amy frowned, concerned how the future is planned to go, wondering about what went wrong. but would this affect it now? now she'd met the future.

' he's never mentioned you. '

' how do you know the doctor? '

Now those words just stabbed him in both his hearts and his eyes reflected the pain and sadness her departure had created a long time ago. But just as quick as it was there, it was gone and he shook his head slowly, a sad smile upon his lips. “Oh Amy, it’s been far too long to have only been five minutes.” Well, that much was obvious.

amy's smile is sad now, attempting to pretend everything's okay, when it's abundantly clear by her face and her body language that it isn't. He's not her raggedy doctor. She steps forward a little, further into the TARDIS, looking around again.

"The TARDIS always changes Amy. It’s a living thing." He looked around, rather pleased with how the TARDIS had turned out this time. "As for how, well, it’s a long story, but the short end of it is, that it was my time to change, and I did." He held his arms out to the side as if to show her. ‘this is me, this is what came out of it.’ "Something wrong with it?"

' i liked how it was before. '

He continued to stare at her, his mouth open like he was about to speak. Then his frown grew in annoyance. hadn’t she heard - oh right, perhaps he sohuld try speaking out loud as well! “Amy, don’t - don’t freak out, I’m not good when people do that.” He held up his hands in deffence. “But I’m the Doctor. Bowtie is long gone.”

' but                           how? and why has the tardis changed? '