I felt the need for a long feelsy Doctor Who fic, so . . . enjoy my loves! I actually just got a job writing for a visual novel so I might not be updating with stories as often, but I promise I won't forget. Really I should be writing for that right now . . . but who was callin' my name.
The Doctor dropped River off at some odd location, wanting to hug her to him for as long as he possibly could. He wished she would stay. She was the last of the Ponds he had left. As she left the TARDIS it was as if the room suddenly got colder, darker. The last of that Pond energy exiting his life once again. He crumbled to the floor, sitting with his back slumped and his head down. They were gone. They were all gone. Really and truly gone. His best friend . . . the doctor suddenly pounced up and started pushing and pulling random levers, not caring what they did or where they took him. He slumped against the console once again, tears stinging his eyes.
"You told me once that you would take me where I needed to go. Take me there now. Take me to wherever it is that will make this pain go away." He begged his wonderful girl. "Please!" He half moaned half cried out. The weight in his hearts was so heavy he felt it hard to breathe. Every time he closed his eyes he saw her.
"Goodbye raggedy man." He formed his hands into fists and shoved them into his eyes.
"No no no no!" She couldn't be gone. She couldn't be. Not his Pond. The whooshing of the engines stopped, the rocking chaotic motion of the TARDIS stilled. The doctor looked up towards the doors as they opened, somehow. They weren't supposed to do that. A little figure stuck it's head in. The doctor squinted.
"Doctor? You came back!" A familiar voice sounded. The doctor recognized it instantly.
"Pond?"
"DOCTOR!" the little girl ran at him and flung her arms around his neck. She didn't seem to care about the TARDIS being bigger on the inside; she didn't care that it would take her wherever she wanted to go, whenever she wanted to go. She only cared about one thing: that her raggedy man was there for her. He hugged her back and buried his face in her shoulder, squeezing her tighter than he probably should have. "Doctor . . . were you . . .crying?" The doctor straightened up and wiped his eyes on his palms.
"I . . ." how do you tell your best friend she just died?
"Are you okay?" Little Amelia Pond asked, wiping some more of his tears off with a tiny finger.
"Better now that you're here." The doctor smiled.
"AMELIA!" someone shouted from outside the TARDIS.
"Who's that?"
"My aunt." Amy said, sounding worried and slightly annoyed.
"Oh . . ."
"Come on, she gets annoyed when I don't come when I'm called." The doctor nodded and straightened his bow tie and exited the TARDIS, Amy pulling his hand. They closed the TARDIS door and went inside the old house. A rather portly woman stood at the sink washing potatoes.
"Amelia it is almost Dinner time!" She blabbed, not even bothering to look up at the young girl. "Wash up! Now!" She shouted in a shrill voice.
"Auntie . . ."
"What is it this time child, can't you see I'm busy?"
"Auntie this is my friend, the doctor." Auntie finally looked up and was shocked.
"Dear God. So you do exist."
"The doctor smiled and held a hand out."
"Nice to meet you Auntie." She didn't even bother to shake his hand.
"Get a place set for him girl. Chop chop!" she shouted at little Amy, who rolled her eyes at the doctor and did as she was told. It was odd to see her still doing that. What she was told. Grown up Amy never did. Dinner was served. Boiled potatoes with some dry sort of grey meat. The doctor did his best to try a little of everything, even though it was all disgusting. He was too emotional right now to be himself and spit it down the sink, cursing the wench that brought it to him. He couldn't afford to be kicked out. Not today. He needed to see little Amelia Pond there, smiling her charming Scottish smile and playing with her food, her face lighting up every time she looked at the doctor. Auntie did nothing but blabber about her upcoming trip to France the very next day.
"I was just going to leave her here alone, but since you're here, you'll look after her won't you? I'll only be gone a week." The doctor was stunned.
"But . . . you just met me?" Auntie stopped in her tracks.
"So? I'm not asking you to marry me sweetheart. I'm asking you to watch the brat." The doctor's brow furrowed.
"But . . . how do you know I'm a responsible adult?"
"Any adult is better than none at all." Auntie boomed, laughing a hideous laugh. The doctor scrunched his nose up. He did not like this woman, not one bit. She wasn't at all concerned with Amelia's safety. All she cared about was herself. But he looked over at little Pond's bright eyed face,
"Oh please doctor? It would be so much fun! Please couldn't you just take a week off?" The doctor sighed and nodded.
"Yes. Yes of course I'll watch over her for a week." The doctor agreed. What was he getting himself into?
