Waiting
AN: Yes I know what this looks like. It looks like I'm shipping Amy and the Doctor. I swear I'm not doing that. (I ship Amy and Rory so hard...) I just think that Amy might still wait once in a while. This is set after The Angels Take Manhattan, obviously.
Um...Well, after giving this to you wonderful Whovians, I'll just hide in my room again and stalk this fandom. (I am a Whovian, I swear...I just feel a little awkward around other Whovians...)
She still waited sometimes. When she was having a particularly bad day and she needed away from it all for a while. She had this favorite spot. It was a little section of the beach, and there was a rock that she could sit on. She liked looking out at the water, the bluish green water. Sometimes it was clear, sometimes it was choppy, but it was beautiful. So she'd sit there and wait for him. She always expected him to come up behind her and surprise her, and she'd hug him, but that didn't happen. She knew that he couldn't come to New York, so he never came. He didn't call anymore either. She wished that she still got those random phone calls, telling her about the adventures that he was having. The words still rung in her ears.
'You have to stop waiting on me Amy.'
He had told her that. He had to know better though. She would wait on him her whole life if she had to, because he was that important.
He had to know that. He had to know that he was important to her.
Did he still travel alone? She knew that drove him crazy. He used to hate traveling alone; that was why he took her along. It hurt a little bit. To think that maybe she had been replaced.
Did he show his new companion to find the amazing little things in everything? He used to do that with her. He'd point out the little things, the little beautiful things. The little everyday things.
Did he still ask everyone what their name was? He always did that. He always remembered their names too. It made people feel important.
He valued those everyday victories too. Not just the big ones that he helped with.
And he got so carried away in things, in such a childish way that it became contagious.
Did he still detour every chance he got? It used to drive Amy crazy, the way they'd be trying to get to the beach and end up in a desert…on a different planet…in a different year.
'I got the sand right.' He had pointed out.
She used to ask herself why she didn't leave. She had Rory. It wasn't like she didn't have someone around. It wasn't like she'd be lonely.
Sometimes he said the stupidest things and she'd want to slap him. Sometimes he'd say just the right thing and make her feel perfect. Sometimes he'd push all her buttons. Sometimes she wanted to hug him. Sometimes she wanted him to leave.
But now she knew that she hadn't left because of the way her life was when he wasn't around, whisking her off to new places.