The Ponds Who Waited
Amelia Pond sat on her front lawn, staring up at the sky like she had every day before. Her neck ached and she could barely keep her eyes open, but even though her little body was filled with fatigue, the excitement she felt outweighed any tiredness she had. She didn't know how long she had been sitting there, watching the sky, nor did she know why she did it, but she knew that it was important and had a vague feeling that if she waited long enough, something wonderful would happen. Her tiny eyelids started to flutter and she willed herself to stay awake. She couldn't fall asleep, not here, not now. She heard a voice in her head, a small whispering voice, telling her something important. She tried to focus on the voice and put all of her energy into listening to it. She had just made out the first word when her eyelids shut and her body was succumbed to sleep.
Amy Williams woke with a start. Her head rested in her hand, her wedding ring pressing against her face. She had gone outside again. Outside, waiting for whatever it was to appear, just like she did when she was little. She wrapped her arms around her knees and pulled her legs up to her chest. Rory hated it when she sat outside, but he didn't stop her. He didn't think she was crazy, just that she put her hope into a dream from her childhood as opposed to reality.
Normally, she would've gotten up and gone inside, but tonight she was drawn to stay outside. Maybe it was the way the stars aligned, or the sound of Craig and Sophie's baby crying from down the street, or maybe it was the whispering voice inside her head, the voice that called to her when she was a child. When she was younger, she had only been able to barely make out the words, but now she could hear them clearly. 'Don't blink. Blink and you're gone. Well, more like I'm gone. You will wait for me, but I will never come. That's why you must. Not. Blink. 'She didn't know who said it or what it meant. She cared more about the fact that she knew that voice- she had heard it so many times before.
Rory came out and sat next to her, placing his hand on hers. She laid her head on his shoulder and they stayed like that, looking up at the stars. Amy knew Rory heard a pounding in his head and he knew she heard voices in hers. Neither one questioned the other, though, and they just sat there in silence, being patient and waiting. The Ponds, he would call them later. The boy and girl who waited for a mad man in a blue box to come to take them on an adventure of a lifetime. A mad man with a box who would never come. The only memory they had of him was his voice warning them not to blink and the sound of the drums counting away the many minutes that they would wait.