I don't know if Amy is one to write, but she always seems to suprise. This is the first Doctor FanFic that i've posted (Me Friend convinced me) So here we go
Disclamer: I do not own The Doctor, Amy, they belong to Steven Moffat and everyone else with more clout than me.
She pulls a small blue book from the shelf; she pushes pictures, and dolls, and models of the doctor and his blue box to the side creating just enough space to place the book on her desk. On the cover was a small rectangle of white paper held down by layers of weatherworn scotch tape. In multicoloured crayon The Adventures of The Raggedy Doctor was written on the paper.
She opened the book and its binding creaked from years of disuse; it was the first time it had been opened in almost 7 years. On the inside cover there was more writing- this in simple blue pen. It read "The Doctor, he said he went on wondrous Adventures and that i could go with him" The writingcontinued a little way down the page in black pen "Until then i think i will write my own Adventures for him, The Wonderful Raggedy Doctor." Below this was written Amelia Pond in scratchy cursive.
It was Second Psychiatrist's idea. He suggested that she write about this imaginary friend, the doctor.
He hands her a pale green journal and smiles. He taps his finger on the journal, now in her hands, looks her in the eyes and says "Amelia, You write about your imaginary friend in here" He steps back sitting in his own chair "about his adventures, What ever you want; nothing can disturb him, Ok Amelia." She smiles at throws the journal at him, hard, hitting squarely in the jaw.
He looks at the small red head in the large chair, and she just sat there looking innocent. "Two things, Sir" She held up two painted fingers "One" she taps one blue nail "The Doctor is not imaginary, he is real. And Two..." she taps her other nail "If I am to write about the doctor I need a blue journal. The Doctor travels in a blue box it would only be right that his adventures be in something blue."
He gets up, picks the green journal from the floor and pulls open a cupboard. The cupboard is full with journals of every colour and he pulls out a dark blue one, handing it to her "Here you go Amelia."
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He never really required her to use the journal, but she did; from age ten and a half to age fourteen she filled almost three fourths of that blue journal. She had written so many stories about the Doctor, most of which she would be embarrassed to show him.
She flipped past stories of the Doctor saving Rory from trouble, stories of his brave heroism and Her travels with the him to wonderful far of lands to an empty page toward the back of the book and she wrote.
Dear, Doctor
My Wonderful Raggedy Doctor, I waited for you for 12 long years, 12 years you idiot, and you returned. And you saved the world in less than 20 minutes. Then you left and you didn't even say goodbye. When you left me I thought- I'll wait, I've done it before and I will do it again. I was wrong, Doctor I've grown since I was the little girl with the crack in my wall and Doctor I can not wait for you for one minute longer. I found the man I love, Rory Williams,- You met him, the Nurse with the Pictures- and well he needs my heart more than you do right now.
Doctor, Somewhere in my heart I will continue to wait for The Man with the Magical blue box, I promise I will. I'm waiting still, now just not with my whole heart.
She signed her name and closed the small book, sliding it back onto its shelf where it would sit and collect dust once again.
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