Just a collection of oneshots and drabbles. Excerpt: "Lost and lonely Amy. Her life, full of cracks like an antique vase."
Warnings: Very, very slight spoiler for season finale, angst
Disclaimer: I own nada, and this fact is disturbing to me. -_-
Cracks
There were cracks.
Even after her wedding, she couldn't help but see the cracks. No one else could see them, but maybe that's for the best.
See, Time has a funny way of working, and it isn't noticeable except to those lucky few who get to experience Time with the Doctor….such as Rory and herself.
Time isn't just a way of measuring day and, in turn, life. It is a sentient being. Oh, it has no body or anything like that, but…no matter where she goes in the world, even if it's in a different world, Time is always the same. Ticking away like sand in an hourglass. Sometimes it's faster or slower, but there's always that same distinct tick.
This idea of Time as being sentient became pronounced, became whole after the Angel left her head. With its exit, Amy became changed inside. For she could no longer look at the world in the same eyes as a human.
The Angel, for the time it was inside her, allowed her to see through it's eyes. How the world began, filled with the vibrancy and overabundance of Life, but then ages pass and civilizations grew old and died. Just as she could see the planet's birth and life, she could see the Angel's. The many, many centuries of Time it had, and the inability to escape.
And it hurt.
It was that same hurt that she experienced as the light of the Rift engulfed Rory, erasing him from her memories, and it was that same hurt she felt as Time rewound itself at the end of the Pandorica events.
And when she woke up, she could feel the ache, a dull thrum in her heart.
And the cracks grew.
When her mother barged in her room, she knew that she was missing something, knew that she was missing something spectacular and wonderful, that it hurt with joy and wonder and everything amazing.
She knew that Time stole her mother and father, leaving her lonely for all her childhood years. And dimly, in a back corner of her mind, she can't help but wonder what it felt like to have had parents then instead of stories.
Would her mother have kissed her bruises and given her a hug whenever she fell? Would she have gotten a ride home from school like the rest of the kids in her class instead of having to walk home every day alone and saying 'Hello' to an empty house?
But, though Time stole her family, it had given her something else in exchange. An imaginary friend.
'But is he really imaginary?' Amy couldn't help but think throughout her wedding ceremony.
It was a tug in her mind. Like an old friend that hasn't been seen in a long time. Familiar features fading in and out of focus.
Amy…
Lost and lonely Amy.
Her life, full of cracks like an antique vase. Father. Mother. Would she have had any younger brothers or sisters had Time not stolen her family? Maybe.
But then, if she only dwelt on maybes then she'd never have had the chance to be with her imaginary friend.
'And that,' she thought as the Tardis appeared and the Doctor stepped out, 'is what makes Time worthwhile.'
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Author's Note: Yes! I finally write some more. This will act as a side project while I continue work with the Sherlock/Harry Potter universe.
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