A/N: Welcome to my 2nd fan fiction! This story is a continuation from series 5. It isn't an OOC of the Doctor as people often forget he does have an alternative side to him like a lot of us. He hides his past and puts on a happy front. So no, this is definitely not OOC, more of how the consequences of nearly being erased from the universe affect him. And don't worry this is definitely an Amy/11. I want the story to stand out and leave an impression, but for it to be realistic at the same time. I research a lot of stuff before writing it to make it as realistic as possible (even though it's a sci-fi television series!).
Updates will be as regular as I can make them. Remember; quality before quantity. By the way, the title was hard to come up with but I'm not going to tell you why I chose it. It's how you interpret it.
Rated M for possible content in future chapters.
Quick guide to this story (how to read it etc.): It's simple. Stuff in speech marks is dialogue, stuff in italics is thoughts of a character, and the beginning of each chapter, the stuff in '~' is merely a sort of prologue kind of thing that gives a meaning to the chapter's title.
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~A face so familiar, yet there is the side that no one has seen~
The Doctor clapped his hands together: "Right, so, you're now probably wondering, where now? Well I'll have you know, the TARDIS isn't just a Time and Relative Dimensions in Space…machine…thing…it does in fact have a room especially made for such occasions." The Doctor was his usual self, full of enthusiasm and energy. Rory looked very intrigued, while Amy yawned and looked quite the opposite. "Now, just make your way through the corridor, and open the first door you see." The Doctor said grinning, his eyes dancing between the two newlyweds. Rory smiled at Amy, and Amy gave him a blank stare back. She realised she was supposed to smile back and so forced one, but it looked more painful than pleasurable. Rory took her hand and they both walked up the stairs, through to the corridor. The Doctor didn't stop to watch them, and instead decided to carry out some all-important maintenance on his beloved machine. Rory was leading Amy through the corridor, looking for any sign of a door.
"Hey Amy, how amazing is this? Our honeymoon was on a planet - made of gold, and now we're going…in…a special room." Rory said, slightly struggling to get his words out at the end. This would be his first time, i.e. he is a virgin. Amy is too. She always said to Rory she 'wasn't ready'. As it was the night of their honeymoon, sex would be on the agenda. It was traditional after all. Amy didn't reply, just searching for a door.
"Oh, this must be it then." she said, pointing to a door that seemed to have suddenly appeared to the right of them. She looked at the door, which was a red stained wood of sorts, and slowly opened it. There in the centre of a dark, sultry coloured room was a heart shaped bed. Ugh how cheesy she thought. There were even deep ruby rose petals sprinkled on the bed itself. Amy strode to the side of the bed, and started to take her clothes off. To Rory's surprise she slipped into the bed facing the edge of it, and shut her eyes. Rory was still stood at the foot of the room, struggling to think or say anything.
I don't get it. Aren't we supposed to… he thought, but was quickly interrupted:
"Well, are you going to stand there forever?" Amy said, but her voice had a snappy tone to it. Rory was confused. Did she want him near her?
"N-no. I'll er…just…" he undressed himself rather clumsily, and edged his way into the bed from the other side to Amy. He was staring at her back seeing as she was facing the edge of the bed. He hesitated towards her.
"For God's sake Rory, just stop fidgeting and go to sleep, ok?" she said harshly. Rory stopped in his tracks, very confused, and quite upset. He rested his head on the pillow (which was also adorned in hearts) and shut his eyes. He didn't want to upset Amy any more than he felt he had done. Although he couldn't work it out.
Amy had her eyes wide open, staring at the wall. 30 minutes had passed, and she could tell by Rory's breathing and slight husky snore he was in a deep sleep. She slowly turned in bed, just to make sure, before swinging her legs out of the bed silently, followed by her body. She saw a pink short nightie hanging on a cloak stand, so she slipped that over her head. It was quite a revealing silky pink nightie; it barely brushed the top of her thighs. She crept out the room, which wasn't hard to do as Rory's now loudening snoring covered any creaking of the wooden door. Amy closed it behind her, and looked down the corridor. She could see not too far away the heart of the TARDIS, and so made her way there.
The Doctor was underneath the platform, on his knees fixing something, when Amy saw him. She crept down the stairs and arrived at the top of the other stairs leading down to underneath the platform. She didn't know that the Doctor knew she was there as soon as she set foot in the room.
"Pond? What are you doing up?" he asked, oblivious to Amy's revealing attire.
"Couldn't sleep." She replied quite bluntly. He glanced up at her, and then continued with what he was fixing.
"You couldn't sleep?" he asked, not looking up from what he was doing, frowning at the object that seemed not wanting to be repaired. Amy walked down the stairs, so she was on the same level as him, but he was kneeling so there was still some height difference. The Doctor still didn't look up.
"I've been thinking Doctor…" she started.
"Good!" he said, happy at the thought she was doing something constructive. Amy sighed.
Not this conversation again she thought, remembering last time how he didn't catch on. "Doctor we've been through this." She moaned. He still continued working away.
"Been through what?" he asked, still unaware to where the conversation was going.
"Doctor, to put it simply; I have married the wrong man! I'm sure of it, this time." she said; desperation and despair tingeing her voice. This time he looked up at her.
"You don't love Rory so you married him?" the Doctor wasn't really understanding what she was doing, or why she even married Rory in the first place.
"No, of course I love him. Just, not in that way. I know who I love. Who I really love." She said, crouching down to his level to look him in the eyes. The Doctor saw that same look in her eyes as the time when she had tried to come onto him back in her bedroom…
Amy searched his eyes for a sign to say he understood. His eyes gave away very little, so she held his face with one hand, and leaned in to his lips. She barely brushed her lips with his when he pulled back.
"Amy, no. This is completely wrong. You are married now, you are MRS Amy Pond." He said sternly, rushing the words out of his mouth. He was holding her back with both of his hands.
"Doctor, do you not understand-" she was cut off when the Doctor rose above her, and said:
"No, Amelia. You do not understand." He said. She had never heard him speak in such a serious tone. She rose up too, not knowing what to say. "You do not have any idea what you are dealing with; you haven't even scratched the surface, Amy." She was confused. Maybe he was scared, needed some reassurance. She made her way to his lips, crushing his between hers. He replied with soft, needing kisses, but soon stopped. "I can't do this Amy. I can't let you get hurt. I can't let you hurt Rory."
"I'll divorce him or go back in time or something!" she said, throwing her hands in the air as if it was the most obvious solution. Really, for the most intelligent being in the cosmos he can be really stupid.
"Amy listen to me. You think you love me-"
"I know I love you Doctor, I always have done!" she said almost crying.
"No, no, no, appearances are deceptive." He said in a low voice.
"What do you mean?" Amy asked, confused as to what he was saying.
"I mean, there is more to me than you may ever know."
"I've got plenty of time. Time machine." She said, patting the underneath of the platform, and saying it in a tone of voice that suggested he was oblivious to the fact they were in a time machine.
"There is a side to me no one will want to see." He said, almost addressing it like a warning. Amy caught on; he was trying to divert her away from him. That trick wasn't going to work on her. She twisted it round:
"What if I like danger? What if I'm attracted to the darker side of you?" she said, pouting and trying to move in closer to him.
"You find death, destruction and devastation attractive?" he nearly spat. Amy was taken back. Ok now this is serious. What is he doing? Oh I see, I see. Trying to still play the same game, not falling for that trap.
"I never said I was an angel, Doctor." She said in a seductive voice, tugging at his bowtie, pulling herself to his lips.
"No, that's it. I'm taking you home. Both of you. I can't have you betraying Rory like this." He said, marching up the stairs. She stormed after him.
"What is wrong with you?" she cried. He kept a cold stone face while operating the TARDIS; but he wasn't dancing round the console like he usually would. He was rampaging around the machine, carelessly swiping at switches and stomping on buttons.
"Because you persist on being with me, Amy, and you really don't know what you're dealing with. I'm not just over 900 years old, some alien wondering time and space. Have you ever thought why I'm always running? You have no idea." He said gritting his teeth. "And you, are, married, Amy, do I need to spell it out? Can your tiny mind not even comprehend the basics of your own culture?" he was nearly shouting, his hands flying everywhere in frustration at Amy's diligence.
"Make me go. Go on, I'd like to see you try. I have no life back there Doctor. I don't love Rory as a wife should and I'm going to tell him I want a divorce, I don't want him as a husband. I've lost my parents for the second time after they thought I was actually mad when my imaginary friend showed up, and there is no one back in that world that will accept me. I don't belong there anymore."
"You'll be far, far better off on that planet than with me." He said coldly.
"Why are you being like this Doctor? All these years you've spoke about travelling with other humans but never have you acted like this towards any of them. Why now? What is it? This isn't you."
"I've been suppressing it for centuries. Do you not think it really hits you when you've escaped by the skin of your teeth from being imprisoned by all major intelligent life forces in the cosmos in THE MOST inescapable prison in the history of all of time and space, it makes you think that you must be something so evil, so bad, feared by whole races and galaxies; this is not a safe place to be, Amelia Pond."
"I'm not scared." She said, putting on a stubborn front.
"No, you never were, but if I were you, I would be." Amy subconsciously stepped back slightly. He then whispered only inches from her face: "Sometimes it's safer to be scared."
No this isn't him. He's just upset…Letting his emotions release for once, letting out everything he went through - nearly being erased from the universe, trapped in the Pandorica by every race that hated his existence, and despised his doings. By every race that for centuries their children lived in fear of a trickster or a Goblin or a warrior, a nameless terrible thing soaked in the blood of a billion galaxies; the most feared being in all the cosmos. And nothing could stop it, or hold it, or reason with it - one day it would just drop out of the sky and tear down your world.
Amy swallowed; tears were welling up in her eyes. She let go of the clench her eyes had on the Doctor. She slowly turned away, walked back through the corridors to the honeymoon suite where Rory was sleeping, and climbed into her original position in the bed, facing the wall. Tears rolled down her face. No, I won't give up…not without a fight.