Hello! So, obviously, I did not get up a new chapter of Amy Who. I spent my time, instead, writing this entire fic all the way through! So now I just have to worry about releasing the chapters at regular intervals. I'm thinking every Friday. Sound good?
Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who, unfortunately.
"Where to today?"
It was a simple question, asked a million times by the same man. The man in question was currently twirling around the console of the TARDIS, flipping levers and pushing buttons as he went.
"Somewhere exciting," Amelia Pond said from her perch on the jump seat. She was busy tying her hair up in an elaborate bun.
"Is there any other kind of place, Pond?" the Doctor asked, flashing her a grin.
"'Course not!" Amy replied, grinning back at him.
"We can go anywhere in time, right?" Rory asked from where he was leaning on the railing across from Amy. The Doctor nodded as he finally stopped running around. "Then let's see some Earth history. There's gotta be something interesting on Earth, right?"
The Doctor thought for a minute. "Well, I'm sure we can find something," he said, not sounding too excited about the prospect. He offered all of time and space, and all Rory Williams wanted to see was Earth. Typical.
The Doctor typed in random coordinates, not too concerned where they landed. It was Earth. As long as it wasn't 5 Billion, 3856, or 9412, they'd be fine.
The TARDIS shook and rolled like it was caught in an earthquake, throwing Amy off the jump seat and onto her face.
"Where'd we land?" she asked, pushing herself up and walking over to where the Doctor was staring at the screen.
"April 19th, 1863. Durham, England!" the Doctor said. A grin stretched across his face. "Durham! That's an interesting name. Something interesting always happens in places with cool names!"
"Well, let's go!" Amy said, rushing towards the doors. The Doctor's voice stopped her before she could throw them open, however.
"Stop right there, Pond! You'll cause people to faint at the sight of ya! Victorian era and short skirts don't exactly mix."
Amy looked down at her outfit and immediately agreed - leather mini skirt, flannel shirt, and knee-high boots did not mix with the prudish Victorian era.
"Come on, Rory," she said, grabbing his hand and pulling him with her to the wardrobe. "We can find something together."
Twenty minutes later - why did it take so long? Certainly the TARDIS put the clothes close to the front - the two of them returned, dressed in much more appropriate clothing. Amy was wearing an emerald dress with a bustle skirt, a wide-brimmed hat placed on her pinned-up ginger hair. Rory wore a pair of black trousers with a white shirt tucked into them, a gold vest on top and the chain of a pocket watch hanging down his right thigh.
"You aren't changing?" Amy asked the Doctor as she walked back across the console room, the heels of her shoes making a loud clacking noise.
"Nope!" the Doctor said, popping the 'p'. "I think I look nice. Now then - " here he clapped his hands together, a look of glee on his face " - let's get going! There's a town with an interesting name to be explored out there!"
With that, he bounded down the steps and threw open the TARDIS doors.
Bright sunlight blinded the time travelers as they got used to their new environment. A breeze brought enough chill that Amy was glad her dress had long sleeves.
They landed in what looked like no-man's land. Grey stone and rubble was all around them; in the distance, Amy could see what looked like a small house - why would anybody want to live here?
"Where are we?" Rory asked, looking around.
"Appears to be a mine site," the Doctor said, crouching down lifting up a handful of dirt, letting it run through his fingers. "Nobody seems to be around, though."
"Wouldn't say that," Rory said, pointing to something in the distance. Amy followed his finger and saw two figures standing not far off; a boy and girl, by the silhouettes of their clothing. Not very old, either.
The Doctor straightened up and grinned. "Well, then. Let's go introduce ourselves, then!"
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