A/N: Guess who's making a big come-back to fanfiction. Yep. I've had more than enough time off, so it's time to jump straight back in. Although, I have to admit, it's hard because the 11/Amy fandom seems to be dying out...please come back.
I have plenty of stories in the works, but this is the first one I have worked on since I finished Ratings out of Ten.
It really has nothing to do with Doctor Who. At all. I just wanted the excuse to write some 11/Amy fluff. I think we all need some of that right now.
So if you're looking for a small-ish fic to forget about life for a little while, please read this story. No serious angst to worry about. Just a light-hearted, simple fic.
MIRROR
Chapter One
Dedicated to Ladean; my best friend, my anchor.
When Amy meets John for the first time, she knows that they'll be friends for life.
She's six years old when an ancient Renault pulls up outside her house, followed by a removal lorry. Curious, she edges around her front garden, ducking behind a bush to spy on the new arrivals. Her mum had told her that the house next to theirs had been sold, and she realises that these are her new neighbours.
Two adults get out of the car, talking amongst themselves, but Amy's attention is drawn to the young boy in the backseat. The adults walk away to the lorry, leaving the boy alone.
Amy watches him as he scrambles out of the car, tripping over the pavement as he goes. His parents don't notice.
Amy wants to help him, but before she can move away from her hiding place, the boy has straightened up, unfazed by the fall. He bites his lip and fiddles with the bowtie that's clipped onto his dungarees, his gaze locked on his parents, who are unloading the lorry.
And then his eyes meet hers.
Startled, Amy throws herself down onto the grass, embarrassed for being caught staring.
She hears the boy laugh.
Straightening up, her face flaming, she meets his gaze again. The boy is smiling at her, and he waves.
Amy leaves her hiding place, and she walks over to him, smiling shyly back at him.
"Hello." The boy greets her, and Amy feels her blush deepen. "I'm the Doctor." He holds out his hand for her to shake.
Amy stares at the proffered gesture, confused by the boy's seemingly adult behaviour. "You're a Doctor?" She asks him, tilting her head to frown at him.
"I will be." The boy replies proudly. "A Doctor like my daddy. I'm gonna be Doctor John Smith."
Amy blinks, and the boy's smile wavers. "S'pose you can call me John for now." He adds quickly, and Amy's smile returns.
"Hi John." Finally, she places her hand in his. "Amy Pond."
~I~
The first day of school soon dawns, and John is excited, knowing that he already has a friend there. He'd spent a lot of time with Amy over the summer, her parents taking him in frequently whilst his were at work. They'd spent a lot of the time playing games, and imagining their own ones. Once they'd decided to go to the woods, much to the horror of Amy's parents. After the way they'd been scolded for going missing, they both decided to stick to the garden after that.
After his Mum drops him off at his new school, she leaves him in the care of his new teacher. To his disappointment, he is in a different class to Amy, so he doesn't see her until the break.
Once the lunch bell rings, John runs into the playground, eagerly seeking out his neighbour. He soon finds her, next to the hopscotch, with a group of girls that he recognises from his class.
The way they're surrounding her confuses him, and he slowly walks towards them, wary.
"Your hair is so ugly!" One of the girls chortles, and John blinks in surprise. "Carrot girl!"
He sees Amy's hurt face, and John knows that she is about to cry. He'd seen that expression a couple of weeks ago, when she'd fallen over and scraped her knee.
"I think her hair is pretty." He says loudly, and the girls glance over at him. "So you should leave her alone."
Their faces flushing, the girls scatter away, embarrassed by the new kid. John feels quite proud of himself, especially when Amy turns to him, smiling.
"You think it's pretty?" She whispers shyly, and John feels his face redden.
"Yeah." He says quickly, flustered. "I want red hair. But I've told you that already."
"You have." Amy's smile brightens, and John's embarrassment fades away. He reaches towards her, and carefully tucks a stray red tendril behind her ear.
"Pretty." He repeats, and Amy reaches up to take his hand.
"Wanna play hopscotch?" She asks him, changing the subject, but from the way she is squeezing John's hand, he knows that she is thankful.
~I~
Kiss chase. A fundamental game in primary school. John normally tries to avoid joining in, uncomfortable with the notion of chasing after girls.
But Amy wants him to play today. He agrees after she pleads with him all the way through their timetables test.
About twenty children end up playing, and John watches the boys chase after the girls. He is reluctant to choose someone to go after, but Amy pauses to look back at him, ignoring the boys that run past her, kissing her cheek as they go.
With a toss of her hair, she silently beckons John to chase after her, sensing his discomfort.
John knows he's lucky to have a best friend like her.
He takes a step towards her - and he swears he sees Amy wink - before she bolts away.
There is no hesitation anymore, and he hurries after her, grinning.
It doesn't take him long to catch her; she's chosen to run towards the benches in the play area, effectively trapping herself.
Knowing that she's cornered, John approaches her slowly, his prior wariness returning.
He has to kiss his best friend. And that's a big no-no.
Amy gazes at him, unblinking. But her lips twitch, and John knows that she is waiting.
But he can't do it. So he falters, giving her a sheepish smile.
To his surprise, Amy rolls her eyes, and darts forward.
Before John can react, Amy is suddenly in front of him, and she fists her small hands in his school jumper.
He barely has time to blink before she presses her lips to his.
She releases him before John can grasp what's happening, and he watches her skip away from him, completely overwhelmed.
He returns to the game shortly afterwards, but kissing the other girls feels nothing like the sensation of Amy's lips on his.
He doesn't dwell on that thought for long.
If only he knew then that when the moment their lips met, there would never be anyone else for him but Amelia Pond.
A/N: Thanks for reading; much love for those who review!
