This story came out of an interesting theory about Amy an old high school mentor of mine had that came up in a conversation about River Song. I thought about it, and a lot of things about Amy started to make sense. I'm not necessarily saying I'm dead set that Amy is Romana, but considering they are my favorite new and old series companions, I really liked the idea.
I don't own a gorram thing, otherwise, Gwen Cooper might have been a full time companion.
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The Girl Across Time-
The Mystery of Amelia Pond
Fire and ash and stone choking the air, screaming, never ending pain and screams, riming in her ears.
Smoke and metal monsters littering a firery orange sky, unnatural rivers of blood so seamless with the ancient crimson earth.
Running, running so far, but never running away.
She will never run away, she's not a coward like the rest of them. Legs aching and her gun heavy in her tired arms, her long raven hair whipping in her face, she's racing for shattered glass.
Almost there, victory is in her reach, she can see the burning towers looming over her…
And then she hears it.
The shouting of her name over the explosions, she turns to face a dark haired man with stone colored eyes and stern features. She grins, relieved to find her oldest friend is alive.
But something is wrong…
He's not smiling back- he's pointing a gun at her, poised to fire.
"I'm sorry.", he says firmly, cocking the weapon with a sickening click. The only regret he shows is in his eyes, all else is cold.
"No, Brax, please.." she pleads, she never expected him to turn on her as well.
He pays no attention, light flying through the air.
Her scream downs in the din of battle…
Amy Pond jolted up in her bed, screaming and sweating.
Rory groggily pulled himself up onto his elbows, taking her trembling hand. "Amy, what is it? What's wrong?"
She pushed her amber hair out of her face, and rubbed her head. She tried to remember what she had dreamed that had terrified her so much, but nothing could jog her memory, all that swam in her boggled brain were blurry flashed of strange images. "Bad dream," she mumbled to her husband, still shaking from the forgotten nightmare.
He sat up and kissed her on the cheek to comfort her. "It's only a dream. There's nothing to worry about." He knew better than to try to talk through the dream with her, he knew there would be little to talk though, she'd had the nightmares often enough. "You're safe, I'm here, right next to you. You're home, in safe, boring old Leadworth. Go back to sleep."
She kissed him and nodded, and lay back down to curl up under the blankets. Amy wished she could trust Rory's caring words, but she found little comfort in them. The dreams would still be waiting for her, they always had been, ever since she was a little girl, even before she met the Doctor.
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