Yeah, I stole the name of an upcoming Doctor Who episode, so sue me. Wait, don't. You could probably get money from that... Anyway, it was the only fitting title. Yes I'm an idiot. After constantly moaning about having four stories on the go at once, I've gone and started another one. It's official. I'm a prat. Now we've got that out of our system, on with the story! R&R pwease. Matt Smith hugs all round :)
The Doctor grinned at her.
They were sat swinging their legs over the swimming pool.
They were surrounded by dozens of shelves, thousands of books, trillions of words.
"Told you it was in the library!" he said smugly.
"I thought you were joking." she said, eyes wide.
"Well, now we've got that I don't joke about my TARDIS, were d'you wanna go?" he said, standing and heading to the door.
She scrambled up and followed him.
She followed him into another room that had suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
"Where? You mean you can just say where you want to go, just like that, and you do?" she said incredulously.
"Of course! Time's not the boss of me!" he sounded a little hurt.
Suddenly, the walls groaned.
The Doctor patted the wall.
"Yes dear. Of course I didn't mean YOU weren't the boss of me!" he said meekly.
Amelia chuckled.
"Amelia." the Doctor said.
"Yes?"
"Amelia."
"Yes?"
"Amelia."
"Yes?"
"AMELIA!"
Amelias eyes shot open and she found herself looking up at her aunt.
She had fallen asleep.
It was morning.
Which meant...
She looked up at the sky, wishing for him to appear.
"Amelia, it's ten o clock in the morning, what are you doing out here?" her aunt asked, half cross, half bewildered.
"There was a man - he crashed his box into our shed and he wanted an apple, but he didn't like it, or yoghurt. He wanted me to cook him some food, so I made him bacon, but he spat it out, and beans and bread and butter, but he didn't like those either. So he opened the crack in my wall, to fix it, and he said he just had to take his box for a test-drive, and then he'll come back and get me. So I'm waiting for him. Except... he said he'd be five minutes, and he still isn't here. But it's ok, he's coming." Amy explained.
Amys aunt looked shocked and, frankly, a little terrified.
"Don't make things up! It's naughty to lie! Now come inside, it's freezing!" her aunt shooed her inside.
Just before she walked into the house, Amy looked one last time at the sky.
The birds were singing and the sky was a brilliant blue.
It was a perfectly normal day, but for little Amelia Pond, life would never be normal ever again.