Dedicated to Amelia Pond and Her Raggedy Doctor
This is my first doctor who fanfic, so criticism is appreciated!
"Okay class, today I want you to write a poem on a person you admire." Your, "Amy (As of 2 weeks ago when Jessica Torres mocked you for eating fish fingers and custard.) Pond's" ears perked up. You eagerly took the paper offered and began to write.
Why do you hide from me?
The one who can plainly see
"This poem should reflect who and where you want to be based on what you admire in this person. What you see and what others see of them"
Not those who say you aren't real
Not them because I can feel
"What do you know about this person? "
That there is something there
That has yet to be known and shared.
A secret that cannot be shown
Of a friendship that only is sewn
"What experiences have you shared with this person that made you admire them?"
Of fairy tales and fun
That after all that is said and is done
"Now, I want you to take your time, and Amelia, what are you doing?"
The mean teacher lady takes your paper and reads it aloud to the class. She shakes her head.
"Amelia, I wanted a poem on a REAL person, not your imaginary friend!" she says exasperated. The class snickers, and your friend Rory stays silent. You glare at the teacher defiantly, and she calls your Aunt Sharon after you try to bite her.
"Looks like we need to get you another psychiatrist Amelia. Really?"
What they didn't know is that there was another verse to your poem, one that cemented your determination for all time.
Of things that can never end
My beloved raggedy friend
So when he showed up in your house 7 years later, 2 psychiatrists, many frazzled teachers and one angry aunt later, you weren't surprised. And now you're traveling the stars with your Raggedy Doctor. Two hard years after the Prisoner Zero incident, and you're finally the person you want to be. And it's all because of your hope in him. All in the Doctor and his promise to come back.
And even if he promised you 5 minutes, all the pain was worth the sights.
Because you believed.
Because we all do a little.
The Onyx Rose