Authors note: I wrote this for a friend, but everybody seemed to love it. So posting it on here. Hope you enjoy it! WARNING: Major Spoilers for The Angels Take Manhattan.
Amelia Pond was happy. She was with her husband. She was happy. Or, at least that's what she told herself, every day and every night she was trapped in that god awful place. The Angels, very uncharacteristically of them, had let herself and Rory wander around New York City. Only for an hour or two. Of course. But it was better than staring at the same four walls that made up her cell or 'Room' as Rory had insisted she called it.
She missed him. The Doctor - her best friend. The Raggedy Doctor and the Girl Who Waited. That was how it was supposed to be... Wasn't it?
One particularly sunny afternoon, Rory and Amelia had decided to visit Central Park. They'd packed a picnic, and planned to enjoy the last place they were all together. Amy would cry, and Rory would hold her. But it wasn't the same. It was never the same.
Rory was setting up their lunch, and Amelia had gone to get coffee, when the familiar musical sound of the TARDIS engines could be heard in the distance. Any other person would ignore a sound like that, but not Amelia. She knew what that sound meant. Before she could stop herself, her feet were leading her toward the sound. She found herself running. Running so fast her surroundings blurred. She skidded to a halt as she saw the familiar blue paint that covered the TARDIS. She slowly approached the door, her pale fingers blushing over the handle. She pulled at it. Locked. Of course it was. She rested her head against the wood. Tears flowing freely down her cheeks. She let her mind wander to what could have been; of course the Doctor wasn't here. How could he be? She told him to go. To not be alone. He wasn't here.
She was yanked back into reality by a voice. A painfully familiar voice.
''Amelia?''
She couldn't bring herself to turn around just yet. It wasn't him. It can't be him. She slowly turned, and there he was. Bow tie, tweed jacket, floppy hair. All the things that made her Doctor. He moved toward her, his tired eyes wide. ''Are you real? ... You can't be real. You're just one of those images again... You're not real.'' The Doctor muttered, over and over again. He shook his head, violently. Amelia watched him closely for a few moments, before reaching her hand out and letting it fall onto his face. Flesh. Soft, warm flesh. Dampened by the tears that were now rolling down his cheeks.
''Doctor!'' She practically screamed, throwing herself into his arms, he mirrored her movement, wrapping his arms tightly around her slim frame; He buried his face in her hair, taking her in. She was here, she was real.
They stayed like that for a while, Amy sobbing, the Doctor holding her. It was her who pulled away first though, a soft smile plastered onto her lips.
''Never go away again.''
''Oh, my mad, impossible Amelia Pond...'' He leaned forward, planting a soft kiss on her forehead. ''I'm never going to let you go again.''
Well, there it is! Sorry it's so short. Just a little drabble. Please read and review. :3