april, year one
A supermarket isn't really the most noteworthy of places to meet your soul mate, but that's where they meet and they wouldn't change it for the world.
They reach for the last carton of custard at the same time, and as soon as his hand clasps over hers he's reeling back, awkwardly apologising and stuttering. She tells him not to worry about it, and he notes her accent before all coherent thought falls away because wow… she is stunning.
Red hair tumbling around her shoulders, down to her hips, a cascade of fire around a pale moon face, and long, long limbs encased in a dress that should be illegal.
As soon as he sees her he knows she's the one.
"You're beautiful," he says, and she stares at him like he's mad.
"Thanks," she says eventually. She holds the custard up. "Do you want this?"
"No, no, you can have it." He notices the bunch of bananas she's holding in her other hand. "Bananas and custard? I used to love bananas… gone off them a bit now, I think."
She nods towards the basket he's holding, her eyes landing on the blue box on top of the pile of groceries. "Fish fingers and custard?"
He can't do anything but laugh at the ridiculousness of that, and soon she's laughing too, and he thinks that her laugh is the most beautiful sound he's ever heard. And he thinks this is fate, that he was meant to run into her and the words toppling out of his mouth were an inevitability anyway, so there's no need to be embarrassed by them.
"Would you like to try it?"
"What?" She blinks at him, eyes huge and green and specked with brown.
"Fish fingers and custard?"
She doesn't answer his question. "Are you mad?"
"Probably."
There's a pause then, between two strangers standing in the dairy isle of the supermarket, and he feels as though his entire future depends on her answer and that terrifies him more than anything.
When she finally speaks, it's not what he expected. "Do you like ice-cream?"
"Of course I like ice-cream. I'm not an alien."
She quirks an eyebrow at that, because for all she knows he could be, but then she says, "Alright."
He's not sure if he understands what she's saying, so he tries to stop the hope fluttering through his veins before it sets him alight. "Alright?"
"Alright, you bring the fish fingers and I'll bring the custard. And if it's gross we can have ice-cream instead."
"Alright!" He's far too eager but he's so far past caring because he'll get to see her again and that's the only thing that matters. "I'm John."
"Amelia," she introduces herself, "Amelia Pond."
"Amelia Pond," he repeats, and the sound of him saying her name makes her smile so brightly she lights up the entire room.
He never stood a chance.
a.n. another amy/eleven au because my last one got such great feedback! this one will be multi-chapter and less depressing, I promise. I'll try to keep new posts regular but no guarantees, because I'm terrible. please review and let me know what you think, it's feedback that inspires me to keep going!