Takes place after The Angels Take Manhattan.
Amy's POV:
"How did the interview go?" Rory asked when I got home. "Home" was a small apartment in New York that we were barely able to afford on Rory's salary, but it was the 1930s, so it could've been worse…
"Not well." I said, pouring myself a mug of tea & joining him at the kitchen table. "They basically laughed at me when I told them I had experience in journalism. Didn't woman's suffrage happen here like 20 years ago?"
"It probably doesn't help that the magazine you worked for won't exist for another 70 some years." Rory commented, sipping on his own mug of tea. "Besides, you know that it will happen, because of fixed time & all that."
"All we know for certain is what was in River's letter, & the fact that the Doctor ripped out the last page." I said. "For all we know, the page could've been empty." River's letter had arrived a few weeks ago, telling us that we had to get her book published about Melody Malone…with very few instructions about how to do it.
"How does somebody go about publishing a book, anyway?" I asked. It was the question we had been struggling with.
"I might actually have an answer to that." Rory said. "It's in the study."
"We don't have a study."
"Well, it's in the corner that could become a study."
I turned around & looked behind me. In the corner of the living room sat an elegant black typewriter on an old desk.
"The Griffins from downstairs were getting evicted." Rory said. "Ron was setting up a yard sale this morning, trying to get some money. He said that it's seen better days, but it still works all right."
"It's beautiful." I said. "But what would I write about?"
"We have traveled through all of time & space. I'm sure you can draw from that experience."
"Like the story of a brave Roman warrior who waited for me for two thousand years?" I teased. Rory blushed slightly.
"Perhaps the story of a Roman warrior who doesn't die all the time?" he suggested.
"But that's the best part!"
"…Thanks."
I realized what I had said. "No! I mean…Death has never been able to keep us apart. We are so meant for each other, that death can't even tear us apart." I leaned over & kissed him.
"Though it certainly likes to try." Rory said, giving me another quick kiss. "I have to get to work."
"Then I guess I have a story to write." I said. "Go save the world, Mr. Pond, & I'll write all about our adventures."
I sat down at the typewriter after Rory left. My fingers curled over the keys in a familiar way.
My name is Amelia Williams. I typed as a test sentence. I had to press harder on these keys than I was used to, but it felt satisfying to see the words printed. I kept going.
When I was a little girl, I had an imaginary friend. When I grew up, he came back…
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