He saved me. I was dying, and he saved me. The Doctor. My Raggedy Doctor. But this is not my story, it is his, his and the woman he loves. The story just happens to start with me.
It started when they started to dig the new well on the hill above the village. My friends and I would dare each other to do crazy things when the workers weren't there. My friend, Rory Williams, dared me to stand right at the edge of the well and look straight down. I saw a light down there, it was purple and blue and black all at the same time, all the colors swirling together swallowing what appeared to be stars. Then, a quick and painfully cold gust of air rose from the well and I collapsed.
When I awoke, my head was throbbing and I was lying in bed staring at a place on my wall thinking that something that used to be there was gone and I had a sinking feeling that something wasn't right. My mother came to my bedside quickly from her place by the window when she noticed I was awake. She kept fussing about how I had been playing with Rory and, boom, I was out like a light, she said Rory didn't even know what happened.
Then I heard a faint knock on the door and told mum that someone was knocking and that I thought it was someone important. She looked at me as if I was a nutter, and I begged her to please just answer the door, and then with some shouting on my mother's part, the Doctor waltzed into my room and introduced himself.
When my mother came bustling into the room with a frying pan the Doctor jumped so high he fell right out of my desk chair landed on the floor, and began to cower, covering his head with his hands and giving my mum a pleading look with genuine fear in his eyes. I swear I even heard him whimper. So I politely asked my mum to leave my room so that I could talk to the person that wanted to help me stating plainly that he couldn't do that cowering in the corner of my bedroom.
He waited about a minute after she left to get out of his cowering position. He asked me what was wrong and as I explained about the well, my eyes went completely black and then began to look exactly like what I saw in the well. I spoke in a low ragged and deep voice that was not mine, I said, "We will take the Earth. The Earth is ours. Our Earth, it's Our's. We need the Earth, not the disgusting creature things. The Earth is Our's. It belongs to Our leader. It is his! It is his! It is his!" I screamed the last part and collapsed again, shaking and whimpering on my bed.
Muttering to himself about weird time space stuff that I couldn't understand he ran over and asked me my name quite randomly. I said in a kind of delirious way that I was Amelia Pond, followed shortly by me singing about butterflies. He apologized and abruptly smacked the side of my face. I yelped and he quickly said that I speaking like a madwoman and he needed to ask me important questions, (followed by complimenting my name, saying that it was something out of a fairy tale, he had obviously dealt with angry women before).
Suddenly a woman stormed into the room screaming about something along the lines of, "Doctor! Where is it? Where do you put it the TARDIS told me you were rummaging through things in my room so where did you put my key to the TARDIS? Where is it?" Once again, the Doctor assumed cowering position put it didn't seem to do any good she continued, "Don't try the puppy dog eyes on me! It might work once but not a second time! Oh, oh, Doctor. I didn't mean it like that, Doctor are you okay?" Then in an instant, he went from cowering to sweet and gentle, he threw a key on a little silver chain across the room, "I didn't know what it was," he murmured softly, "I wanted to keep you locked in the TARDIS till I knew it was safe for you."
Suddenly their heads popped up when they heard my wheezing. I kept wheezing not breathing properly, nearly screaming, the woman, the beautiful blonde independent woman, yet also completely dependent on the Doctor came to my bed. She picked me up and told me that everything was okay, she leaned in to touch her forehead to mine, like a mother to a child, and it happened. As she was leaning in the Doctor screamed, "Rose, no!" And then, for the third time that day, I, Amelia Pond, was unconscious, along with the Doctor's precious flower. His Rose.
I awoke, and it was raining and I remembered. I remembered growing up without a mum or dad. I remembered the crack in the wall and the raggedy doctor. I remembered the Pandorica, and the Daleks and the TARDIS exploding. Last, but not least, I remembered him telling me that his best mate, Rose, had been lost, living happily with her family someplace else but lost all the same. Which put me, eight-year-old Amelia Pond into thinking mode. Then I realized what was going on, this was a different life. A life where, instead of getting trapped in a different London, one where zeppelins filled the skies, Rose Marion Tyler stayed with the Doctor. She vowed to stay with him forever. This is the story of what would happen if she had.