Chapter One
Amy laughed as Rory chased her down the hallway and around the corner. Still dressed in their wedding clothes, Amy was trying to find the bedroom the Doctor had given her shortly after coming onboard the TARDIS and searched for the right door. Stopping, she smiled when Rory placed his arms around her and kissed her neck.
"Found it," she said and he looked at the door.
"Found what?" Rory asked.
"I found my bedroom," she said and Rory gave her a confused look. "The Doctor gives everyone he travels with a room where they can sleep."
"Ah," Rory said with a nod of his head then opened the door. With a slight grunt, he picked her up then carried her into the room and Amy softly giggled. The lights came on as he placed her feet on the floor and wrapped her arms around her neck, kissing his lips.
The room was decorated with light cream walls and ceiling, a ceiling fan moved slowly on the ceiling, and the carpeting was a vanilla color. A dark oak bed sat at the back of the room and two matching night tables sat on either side of the bed. Two brown lamps with cream color shades sat on the night tables and a clock radio sat on the night table on the left side of the bed. Picture frames with photographs of Rory and Amy sat on the night table to the right of the bed and a copy of the sunflower painting Vincent Van Gogh painted hung on the wall above the bed. Copies of his other paintings hung on the other walls and vases with roses in them sat on the dresser near the door. The bedding was a mix of dark and light browns and the rest of the furniture was done in the same dark oak as the bed.
Amy let go of Rory when she walked to the bed and sat on the foot of the bed. Rory smiled as he closed the door then walked to the bed and Amy wiggled a finger at him. Rory climbed onto the bed when he kissed her and ran his fingers through her hair. Moving back, he looked deeply into her eyes when he thought of spending two thousand guarding Amy while she was inside the Pandorica made him sigh and she brushed some hair behind his ear.
"What's wrong?" she asked and he leaned over with his arms on his thighs.
"I'm just a plastic sex doll," Rory said with a sigh and Amy arched her eyebrows up.
"Are you sure about that?" she asked as he shrugged a shoulder when she pushed him down on the bed and climbed on top of him. He was slightly stunned when she kissed him and the TARDIS softly hummed around them.
The room was quiet while Rory slept on his back and Amy moved her finger up and down his naked chest. Kissing the soft skin, she sat up when she looked at the night table and quietly opened the drawer. She prayed that what she had put in the drawer was still in there as she looked into the drawer and smiled. She quietly removed the folder and parcel wrapped in brown paper and string then placed them on her lap and looked at them.
She has just started traveling with the Doctor when she met two of the Doctor's companions, Jamie McCrimmon and Zoe Herriot, and she had become close friends with Jamie. Jamie came from the year seventeen ninety-five and, even though he was alive, he was also dead by the time she was born. Feeling a sense of obligation, she had gone to Scotland and went to see his grave. It was there that she had met one of Jamie's descendants, also named Jamie McCrimmon. He took her to his home and she was stunned by the sheer beauty of the house.
It looked a like a small castle with dark stone walls and stain glass windows. Marble stairs led up to the large double oak doors and a fountain was circled by the large drive. The lawn, trees and bushes were neatly trimmed and the stable, barn and paddock were to the left of the house. The stable and barn were also made of stone and several horses grazed on the grass behind the paddock fences.
Jamie led her inside the house as they walked down the elegantly decorated hallway and he opened the door to the study. Bookcases stood against the cream colored walls, separated by family portraits, and a portrait of Jamie hung over the large stone fireplace. The large windows and the French doors led out to the garden while large plants sat in pots in the corners and a spiral staircase led to the walkway where the rest of the bookcases were. The furniture was a mix of modern and antique and a soft brown carpet covered the hardwood flooring.
"Oh my god!" she said as Jamie smiled and she looked at the portrait over the fireplace.
"Aye, that was painted right after his sixty-sixth birthday," Jamie had told her and she smiled, feeling a little sad that she had seen Jamie alive and well only a few hours ago.
"So why did you bring me here?" she asked and Jamie gave her a slightly crooked smile.
After a short visit with Jamie, she brought the folder and the parcel back to the TARDIS and had placed them in the drawer. She knew that the Doctor still didn't know why the TARDIS exploded, but was happy that Amy remembered him back into existence and Amy smiled, reaching back and patted the wall. Gently removing the string from the parcel, she flipped the parcel over and looked at the wax seal. The seal was that of two crossed swords through a stag and Jamie told her that it represented the McCrimmon clan. Amy broke the seal with her finger when she opened the brown paper and lifted the journal up, looking at the dark blue leather cover.
"What's this?" she asked as she opened the cover and smiled. THE TALES OF JAMIE MCCRIMMON was on the first page and she looked at the clean neat handwriting. Turning the page, she blinked as she adjusted the pillow behind her back and looked at what was written on the page.
22 September 1794
Dear Amelia,
Hello, if you are reading this, then I hope all is well with you and the Doctor. Hannah is sitting here on my lap and wants me to say hello to you, the Doctor and Tardy and wants to know when you are coming back for a visit. She misses all of you very much and so do I.
"Oh," Amy whispered.
I guess I should explain things. I received this journal for Christmas when I was eight teen, but never wanted to write in it because I really didn't know what to write about. After thinking things through, I decided to write my life down and give this journal to you as a wedding present.
"How did he know that I was getting married?" she asked then looked at the next sentence.
If you are wondering how I knew that you were getting married, well, I may be old, but I see like a hawk and saw your ring. We were so busy that I forgot to ask about this man of yours. I hope he is a good man or he will have to deal with not only the Doctor, but ME! I know that I will be long gone by the time you read this, so tell that man of yours that I will haunt him if he lays ONE hand on you in violence!
Amy looked at Rory as she gently stroked hair and Rory sighed, snuggling closer to her side. She wondered if the fact that Rory had shot her counted as an act of violence as she thought back to what happened and sighed, shaking her head..
I guess I should start at the beginning. I was born on the seventeenth of December in the year seventeen twenty-eight. I was the only child of Donald and Katherine McCrimmon and my father was a piper, as was his father. I grew up on a small farm near Inverness and lost my parents and my grandmother, Abigail, when I was ten years old. We both know that I traveled, twice, to my past to hide, and to retrieve the Tri Eye, but the second time was around the time my family was killed and I went to live with my laird. He was a great man and treated me in kind, but I could never see him as a father. Then, on the sixteen of April in seventeen forty-six, though I used to say we met in seventeen forty-five, I met the Doctor. (This was from getting muddle headed at times.)
Cupping her mouth, Amy softly laughed then turned the page and started reading again.
I loved traveling with the Doctor, Ben, Polly, Victoria…
"Who are they?"
…and Zoe and never regretted one day. (Ask the Doctor who Ben, Polly and Victoria were.) Then Zoe and I were sent home by the Time Lords. I didn't want to leave, but the Doctor was right. It was time to go, but why the Time Lords placed me back on the battlefield, I don't know. So, if I haven't bored you, turn the page and find out what happened afterwards.
Your loyal friend,
James Robert McCrimmon
Amy moved the duvet up a bit when she turned the page and the TARDIS hummed softly around her.