He didn't know how long it was since he'd left her.
No, no, since he'd left her and Rory.
Why was it when he thought of her Rory seemed to evaporate?
And yet he was still there, a constant barrier, a black hole between two lone planets, bound to revolve around each other for eternity but never touch, because of that black hole.
They were bound together, could never leave each other and yet could never be together either.
He remembered how bad he'd felt, when she'd kissed him after the angels and he'd sort of lost control and let things get out of hand...
But he couldn't help it.
He loved her.
He loved his Mad, Impossible Amelia Pond, the pretty little Scottish girl who'd stole his heart and locked it up and left holding the key.
And she loved him.
She loved her Crazy, Raggedy Doctor, the man who'd dropped out of the sky into her grey life and filled it with colour, making the dark night seem no longer black but every shade of blue.
She loved him so much it hurt, and she missed him like crazy, and she knew it was wrong to stay married to Rory when she didn't love him but, once again, her Raggedy Man had left her and, once again, Rory was the one left standing there beside her.
Though one thing she was sure of.
He always left.
But he always came back.
He shouldn't be doing this.
Like, he REALLY shouldn't be doing this.
Amy could be living a happy life without him, and him coming back could screw it all up.
Though a little thought niggled at him.
You never gave her the choice to stay. You only said that they had to leave, that they should get back to normal life. Maybe, if you'd given her the option, maybe she'd have stayed.
Yes, maybe she would.
And maybe one day he'd slip up, make a mistake and lose her, just like that, because he'd gone down the wrong corridor or left her in the wrong hands.
He'd rather she be with Rory and unhappy, than travel with him and be in danger constantly.
"Come with me."
"Where?"
"Anywhere you like!"
He said there was no reason he was taking her with him.
He'd lied.
Maybe it was the fact that she'd come to depend on him, to need him that he loved her.
Or maybe it was the fact that, despite how long it had been, he couldn't stay away.
And maybe it had to do with the fact that she'd waited all her life for him and he didn't want to let her down.
Didn't want to have ruined her life and all she got after years of torture was twenty minutes of his time and then he was gone again.
He wanted to show her the world so that she, in turn, could show it to him.
She was washing dishes in the sink in the kitchen.
Tiny little kitchen in a tiny little cottage in a tiny little town.
Rory's dream.
Her worst nightmare.
Ever since she was a kid, she'd hated confined spaces, wanted to get out of Leadworth as soon as she was old enough.
That was something she loved about the Doctor.
His magic box.
Big.
The inside, massive, endless rooms, countless staircases, tens of thousands of places to get lost in.
Small.
The outside was tiny, the mere wrapping paper on the wonderful gift that was inside.
Old.
An ancient box that rocketed through time and space, righting wrongs, leaving it's mark.
New.
A new TARDIS for a brand new Doctor, and yet it felt as if he was the only Doctor there ever was, couldn't imagine him in anothers body.
Borrowed.
Stolen away countless years ago with a madman out to see the universe, every intention of returning it, but now it had no home, and neither did he.
The Bluest Blue You've Ever Seen.
So blue it was as if it were stood there, right in her backgarden, looking so out of place among the daffodils and daisies and yet, somehow, it fit right in...
There was a rapping on the window and she jumped, looked out at the person stood grinning at the window.
Floppy hair, green eyes, and the most beautiful smile she'd ever seen.
He was her Doctor.
And he'd come back.
"Doctor!" she cried, running forward to hug him, grinning from ear to ear.
"Amelia Pond! How are you? It's been a while!" he says, hugging her back.
"So, how long's it been? A year? Two?" he aks, holding her at armslength as though examining her.
"Erm, about a year and a half I think!" she says casually, but she lies.
She knows exactly how long since he left her.
One year, three months, two weeks, four days and two hours.
But she wouldn't tell him that.
He'd think she was mad.
She was wrong.
He knows exactly how long since he left her.
One year, three months, two weeks, four days and two hours.
For both of them.
But he wouldn't tell her that.
She'd think he was mad.
"Come inside, come on, tell me what you've been up to!" she ushered him through the back door.
"You first Pond, I mean look at you - little house in Leadworth, childhood sweetheart, every girls dream." he says as we walk through the kitchen.
"Not really. Every girls dream is to be whisked away by her knight in shining armour or her Prince Charming and live with him in his Palace forever."
There's an awkward silence, and then, as we enter the living room the Doctor breaks it.
"Well, I don't know about knights in shining armour, but a Centurion will do, eh?" he jokes and we both pretend to laugh as we flop into armchairs.
"So, what about you? Done anything special recently?" I say sarcastically.
"Oh, you know. Saved the world a few billion times, turned an entire species from evil to good, got banned from Sector 5 of Nartukkh. The usual." he says breezily.
Our conversation is stopped by a cry from upstairs.
"Ah, that's... that's Alexandra." I say, smiling a little uncomfortably.
"She's just woken up, I'd better get her." I leave him sat in the armchair.
I shouldn't care that he didn't look bothered about me having a baby.
I shouldn't care that he doesn't care I have a family.
I shouldn't care that he only thinks of me as a friend.
But I do.
And it hurts.
She walks back into the room, a six month old baby in her arms.
The baby is wearing sweet little dungarees with a cat face on them and a little multi-coloured stripy t-shirt.
Her tufty brown hair sticks up in wisps and is quite thick for a baby's.
Her large green eyes stare intelligently around, taking in everything.
Suddenly, the Doctor leaps up, eyes boggling.
"Blimey, Pond!" he practically chokes "I hope you're babysitting!"
"Wh-what?" Amy says, confused.
Why would he decide to care NOW?
She'd just told him she was getting the baby.
The Doctor holds out his arms and, reluctantly, Amy places the baby in them.
Eyes wide, the Doctor lifts the baby's face so it's next to his.
And suddenly she sees it.
Tufty brown hair, sticking up in wisps, quite thick, his hair.
Large, intelligent green eyes, his eyes.
"Oh God. Oh God, oh God, oh GOD..." she whispers in horror as she falls back into a chair, hand covering her mouth in shock.
"It can't be... How did I never notice it?... I..."
"There's only one way to find out." he says, grimly.
Ten minutes later, Amy and the Doctor are sat opposite each other across the kitchen table, the baby gurgling in her highchair at the head of it.
Solemnly, the Doctor lifts the spoon of baby mush and raises it to the baby's mouth.
The baby opens wide, swallows the mush, then starts squeaking and stretching her arms out for more.
"Oh God!" the Doctor lays his head on the table.
"Well, you never know! Maybe it's just a coincedence she looks exactly like you and likes fish fingers and custard..."
The Doctor lifts his head sharply, glaring in disbelief.
He grabs Amy's hand and places it on the baby's chest and sure enough, two beats pummel against her palm.
"There! Proof enough for you?" he spits, before resting his head on the table.
"Why are you acting like it's my fault?" she says, raising her voice.
"Because it bloody well is! How can you sit there and tell me that in six months you have never realised this baby looks exactly like me, likes fish fingers and custard and has two heart beats?" he yells.
The baby begins to cry and they both just look at her in shock, her starfish palms stretched out, her face scrunched up.
Amy reaches for her but the Doctor is quicker.
In a matter of seconds he's cradling the baby in his arms, soothing her, rocking her gently.
Amy watches and thinks how beautiful this moment is, and realises she can't miss out on a lifetime of this.
"Amy?"
"Mm?"
"Where's Rory?"
"At work."
"Right. Well, we'd better go."
"What? Go? What d'you mean go?"
"Well we can't stay here, can we? I really don't think a quiet life is my style, and besi-"
"No, I mean, what about Rory, he'll be worried sick!"
"Amy, do you really think he'd understand? All those times he was jelous and worried you were cheating on him, he's going to find out all of that's true. Do you really think he's going to understand? I just want you to be safe." he touches her face, and before he can move his hand away, she holds it there, sighing.
"OK. OK. But I have to leave him a note, explaining that I'm sorry but I don't love him and that Alexandra isn't his."
"OK. Get some stuff, be ready in five minutes."
"OK."
Five minutes later, the Doctor almost walks into Amy coming out of the bathroom.
"Come on Pond, we'd best be off, best to go as soon as- Amy what's up?" his jovial manner turns concerned as he sees her pale complexion even paler than usual, her eyes glassy and far away.
"Doctor," she gasps "I'm pregnant."
:O I'm pretty sure THIS doesn't happen in any other Amy and the Doctors baby story, I had the idea the other day and thought I'd put it out there! I might have this a oneshot, a twoshot, or maybe a few chapters long, you decide! R&R what you thought and whether you think it should be a oneshot, twoshot or more! Thanks! :)
Mrs Doctor Who 11 xx