A/N Hello! I know I haven't posted anything in a while (sorry!) but my life's been absolutely mad recently and I've hardly had time to do anything not school related at all, let alone write. And I probably won't be updating my story very soon (again,sorry!) but I will update! I am working on it! I just felt like writing something short. So, hope you enjoy!
Also, this is not a 11/Amy romance Fic. They're just friends. Anyway, I feel horrible ignoring Rory, cause I feel so bad for him! I mean, Amy loves all of this, but Rory just kind of got dragged into this. And how many times has Moffat killed him? A lot, certainly. :)
Existential Crisis and Fish Custard
River and Rory had gone off to have some 'father daughter bonding time' together, leaving the two of them alone together with a peck on the cheek from Rory and an instruction from River to 'behave.' They sit in the doorway of the TARDIS, feet dangling out into space. Literally Space, because the Doctor had parked while they awaited the return of the rest of the family.
He has an arm around her shoulder while he points to random collections of stars in the distance, saying things like 'Ah, the Ralligorfus Quadrent, lovely place, lots of nice bookshops. We should visit sometime.' and 'that star over there was one of the fifteen hundred stars named for me. The Doctor's belt, I believe it's called. Funny name, because I don't wear a belt.'
She lets it all fade into the distance as she stares briefly at the stars and then turns to fix her gaze upon him. It takes him a bit to notice her unblinking stare, but he eventually does.
"What, Pond?" he says, giving her a strange look before grinning. He removed his fez from his head and placed it on hers, and she laughs.
"Nothing." she says, smiling. "I was just...thinking."
"About what, Amy?"
She shrugs.
"I dunno, stuff, I guess."
He leans in closer, eyebrows raised.
"What kind of 'stuff'?"
She doesn't speak for a while, just looks back out at the stars.
"Well, this. It's so strange, you and I, alone. Just like it used to be. Have we really changed that much?"
The Doctor continues to just look at her, but she can now see him studying her face, as if trying to read her body language.
"What d'you mean?" he asks.
"Well, I remember how it was before. We'd just come and sit here after an adventure. I was so young. I adored it. I mean, I love my life now too. I love Rory. I love River. But I remember how much I loved being her, just Amy Pond, with the Doctor, in the TARDIS. And I'll never really be her again, will I?"
The Doctor sighs.
"Oh, Pond. Brilliant, mad Amelia. You'll never change. Not ever."
"But I have changed." she argued. "So much. I mean, I'm married now. I have a daughter, well, at least, most of the time, and I'm just not..I don't know.. I'm just different now. Not better, not necessarily worse, just...different."
"Hmmm." said the Doctor before pulling out a mobile phone. (the Ponds insisted he get one.) he dialed a few numbers before holding it up to his ear.
"Hello, Rory! Yes, we're fine, but I need you two back here immediately."
There was a pause.
"Oh, it's nothing, just Amy. She's having an existential crisis."
"Doctor!" Amy cried.
"Right. Bye then. Tell River I said hi. We'll have dinner fixed by the time you get back."
He hung up the phone with an evil grin at Amy.
"This is just like you!" she cried. "I try to confide in you, and this is what happens? What are you trying to do?"
"Wrong question, Pond. You're supposed to ask me what's for dinner."
"I'm not going to-"
"Just ask it."
"Fine." she huffed. "What's for dinner?"
"Fish Fingers and Custard!"
