She never liked corridors.
Amelia Jessica Pond. Survived an estimated 2,000 years (or it might have been 1,894 years.) in a prison life-system box called The Pandorica. But she still hated corridors. They never changed, unlike her.
She could change in clothes, hairstyles, shoes. But never in a whole way.
She was running away from a whole army of sniper robots. They were hot on her tail after the Doctor pissed them off with their monarchy, who he kept saying it's name but Amy's mind kept wiping it out. But she knew, something was coming. Not for him, but for her. The monarch kept being angered to the point where the Doctor started to run as she kept on her pace to follow him. But she got lost halfway through because the corridor kept sticking to the same pattern. The Doctor had probably reached the Tardis by then.
But she kept running, before she ran out breath as one of the sniper robots shot her with it's weapon.
One shot was lethal, she heard the Doctor mentioning. But she could run for another minute, she then saw the Tardis at the end of the next corridor.
"Doc... DOCTOR!" She says before screaming, The Doctor comes out of the Tardis as she falls to the floor.
"What the hell happened to you?" He inquires.
"One of those shot me in the back. You said that one shot is lethal." She reminds him.
"Yes, I know. Stand up." He tells her, she tries to. "Excuse me, but please forgive me for this.
He kisses her, on the lips as orange light transfers from him to her. She then passes out with him carrying her and laying her on the glass Tardis floor whilst getting the Tardis back into the safest place, the Time Vortex.
She then wakes up in the Tardis.
"You carried me in here?" Amy asks him. "How come I feel better now? Shouldn't I be dead?"
"You've been given life. Revived, as well." The Doctor explains. "But, there's a bit of a pay on that. But you're going to trust me this time. And you can't ask why."
She suddenly gets a sharp pain in her sides, their burning up as she hears two heartbeats, they can't be both her's. She feels her chest to the original heart is and goes to the other side, it is beating.
"Two..."
"Hearts." The Doctor finishes. "Look at your hands."
"Why?" Amy asks him before noticing that twinkly orange light with her hands. "What is it?"
"Regeneration energy. That's all I can say. Are you burning up inside? Like your on fire. Like a volcano is going to errupt and you are the epic centre?" He tries to describe what is happening to her. "I'll see you on the other side."
"On the other...?" She asks as the orange light goes into her body and head, the last chance to say her final words.
"You are so going to die."
The Doctor smirks at this as she goes, the old Amy. The original. The one he actually liked.
And then she comes through, black hair - dark and eternal and a new face, new everything.
"Oh hello, Doctor!" Amy tells him. The Doctor thinks to himself.
"oh fuck."
"oh fuck what? Wait a minute, how the hell can I hear you like this?"
"Erm, I don't know how to say this to you. I didn't just revive you. I may have turned you into a Time Lady or a Galifreyan."
"You mean, I'm one of you now?"
"Last of the Time Ladies? No, that's a rubbish name. Amelia Pond. Now that's an excellent name."
"Thank you."
She then endures a spike in her brain, infomation is poured in.
"What the hell?"
"It's a brain spike, relaying Time Lord infomation in there. Now I've really done it. Now, next question - Amelia. You've just regenerated. Why don't you go and get dressed in some new clothes because frankly, they don't fit you anymore."
"ha ha, Doctor. Good joke."
The Imperial Phantom Menace -February 4th, 2016
