Summary: an AU of what Melody's life would have been like being rescued from the Silence and growing up with her parents like a normal-ish kid. PLEASE REVIEW\COMMENT. Feedback is very appreciated. A\N. So I read a lot of fics like this, and it made me want to right one of my own. If the timeline is a bit off in the later chapters, it's just because rescuing Melody changed the future.
Melody Pond was scared. She was so scared, and she had no idea why.
She sat in the dark in her bed, huddled up in her thin blanket, her eyes fixed on the heavy metal door. She didn't dare to close her eyes, not even for a second. She that if she did, she'll fall asleep right away.
She didn't remember who or what she was so scared of, but she did remember they always came with the eyepatch madam.
Melody forced her eyes to stay open, but it was getting harder with every passing second. And she was terrified of falling asleep.
If she fell asleep now, when she'll wake up it will be tomorrow morning and the eyepatch madam will come to get her. She didn't want that, not at all.
Melody wanted to go home, although she had no idea where home was.
She missed her parents although she had almost to no memory of them.
And she was so, so tired. So it really didn't take much longer before her eyes stopped responding to her fears, falling shut of their own.
As she fell asleep, Melody dreamt of her mother, of her warmth and bright red hair and encourages to be brave.
You have to be brave, Melody told herself.
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Amy was lying wide awake in bed, listening to Rory's steady breathing beside her.
She couldn't sleep. Every time she tried, she felt her daughter's weight in her arms, that little hand wrapping around her finger.
She was about to give up and turn the light on to try and read something, but was stopped by a familiar whooshing sound. She shot up in bed.
"Rory, wake up," she called, nugging her husband's shoulder then got up, grabbed her robe and run to the blue police box that was now standing in their living room.
Rory was right behind her, no less eager to find out if The Doctor had any lead on Melody.
As soon as the two Ponds stepped in the TARDIS, The Doctor was wrapping his arms around their shoulders and leading them towards the controls.
"Now listen very well, Ponds. I have a lead. Well, sort of."
Rory turned to look at him right in the eyes "Do you know where Melody is or not?"
The Doctor held up his finger, as he often does "I know where she will be. Or was, depending on your point of view." he tapped Rory's shoulder "You're gonna need your sword."
Amy rolled her eyes. She was getting impatient now. "Where, Doctor?"
"An orphanage, in New York. You've been there before, remember?"
Yes, Amy remembered. She remembered the little girl in the space suit whom she shot, the room with a small bed and a teddy bear and very few toys, the galaxy mobile hanging from the ceiling and the red lettered warnings on the walls, her own photo on the desk and the heavy metal door.
That was her daughter's room.
That was where she spent her first few years, all alone.
Amy closed her eyes as she felt Rory's hand resting on her shoulder. "Amy, we're going to get her back."