authors note: okay, so i just wanted to point out that in this AU, rory was just a really good friend of amy's and was never a romantic interest character.
i hope you like it and please R&R :).
"Amy, how would you like to go back to London for a visit?" the Doctor asked her as he tinkered with the buttons on the TARDIS console, sending a shake through the giant time machine.
"Well, yeah, I guess I do miss a few of my friends, but it's not that big of a deal. Why, is there something wrong?" Amy asked, walking over to plop down in a chair. The Doctor looked at her and smiled.
"No, no. Well, I say no. It's not that anything's wrong it's just that not everything is right..." The Doctor pressed a few more buttons and sent the TARDIS rocking again. "I've got a few technical problems to figure out, so it'll probably be a boring few days for you. Plus, I figure a few days in London with your friends would be a good thing for you."
"Doctor, are you sure? I'd hate for you to be bored all alone up here. You'd probably talk your ear off." Amy walked over to the console and stood next to the Doctor while her continued to mess around with the bits and bobs of the TARDIS that's purposes still alluded her.
"No, no. Go ahead, it'll be great fun for you! I'll just drop you off down there and be back in a few days time. I swear." The Doctor looked up at her and smiled, and the TARDIS came to a sudden jolt and a stop. "Welcome back to London."
"Oh, my God, this is great, being out with you guys again. It feels like it's been forever," Amy said over the top of a martini glass to her closest friends.
"What're you talking about, we were only out a few weeks ago," said her short, blonde friend Wendy. "Still, you look quite a bit different. More tan, maybe."
"Oh, right, I went to a tanning bed a few days ago," Amy grasped for explanations that didn't include Space Florida. "Thought it might be good for my fair skin." Her friends laughed.
"So, what brings you to London? Miss the city?" asked another friend, this one brunette and just a bit taller. Her name was Paula.
"Yeah, I needed to do a bit of shopping, and I missed you all." Amy took a sip of her martini and looked around at her friends, who she had been starting to miss. It had been nearly 4 months that she'd been away with the Doctor, traveling through space. She had missed solid English ground underneath her feet.
"We missed you too, Ging, don't worry," Amy's friend Tiffany said. "I'm gonna go get another round, alright?"
"Sure. I've got to go to the bathroom anyway," Amy said, smiling at her friends and stepping down from her tall chair at the small table the five of them were sitting at.
"Amy! Amy!" she heard quietly over the ruckus of the bar. Amy turned toward the familiar male voice and scanned the crowd until she recognized a short, dirty blond man waving his arm in the air and smiling madly. Could it be...?
"John Watson? Is that you?" Amy yelled as she approached the man sitting alone at the bar.
"Amy! It's so good to see you!" John said back, grabbing her into a hug. "How have you been?"
John and Amy used to be the best of friends back in College and ended up going to the same University, but they had gone their own separate ways since first year.
"I've been great, actually. Life took an unexpected turn, but all for the better! What about you? Last I heard you were shipping out to Afghanistan."
"Yeah, I've only gotten home about 6 months ago or so ago. Got myself a flatmate, though."
"Really? What's that like? I've always wanted a flatmate."
"Well, I'm never bored. He's sort of a hot-shot detective. 'Consulting detective' he calls himself. And I've sort of become his number two."
"Really? How exciting! So, what, you two are out there every day saving people, solving murders?"
"Only when we've got a case, which hasn't been in a while. Sherlock gets a bit impatient and quite rude, really, when he hasn't got anything to do."
"John, that's a bit insulting," a low male voice said from behind Amy. She turned around to see a very tall, thin-framed man with curly dark hair and very pale skin standing behind her with a look of displeasure on his face as if just being in a place such as a bar was a waste of his time. When his green eyes flicked over Amy, she could see a glint of something, though, and the side of his mouth curled up slightly. And Amy couldn't help but notice how much she liked looking at him, as if her were something new and exciting. She ripped her eyes away.
"Nothing but the truth," John said underneath his breath so that only he and Amy could hear. Amy held in laughter and looked back up at the stranger.
"Amy Pond," John continued, loudly this time. "This is Sherlock Holmes, my flatmate. Sherlock, this is Amy."
Amy looked back up to him and held out her hand. He looked down at it in an almost confused manner and then took her hand briefly in his before taking his hand away again.
"Nice to meet you," Amy said and Sherlock turned back to John without saying a word.
"John, come on. We've got a case. Double homicide on the east side of London. Looks delightful. Are you coming?"
"Um, yeah, sure." John threw a few bills down on the table and grabbed his coat off the back of his chair. "Amy, why don't you give me your mobile and I'll give you a call one time so we can set up a lunch. We can catch up."
"Sure! Yeah, most definitely." Amy interchanged numbers with John, said goodbye and watched as the two men left.