And This Is How It Starts.

Prologue

There's a little girl waiting in a garden. She's going to wait a long while, but she's been given a lot of hope: she's been told about how she will go to see and fight pirates, how she'll fall in love with a man who will wait 2000 years to keep her safe.

She's been told that she'll give hope to the greatest painter who ever lived, that she will save a whale in outer space.

She's been told that those would be the days that she will never forget.

That this is the story of Amelia Pond.

But this is not how it ends. No. Her story has only just begun.

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Chapter 1

She was a bit disorientated at first. It was dark, yes, but that wasn't it. Well, she knew she had been sent back in time, possibly even to a different place - and yet she somehow felt different. Like she didn't really belong here. Funny how after all that time on board the TARDIS, constantly visiting places she most definitely didn't belong, this was the first time she actually felt like it. She quickly brushed off that thought, realising that it must've been the way she had travelled. There were more pressing matters at hand.

Rory had to be here somewhere. At least she hoped so, he could have also been sent to a different - "No," she quietly said to herself, "don't even go there." She couldn't start worrying too much now, or she'd be a sobbing ball of panic on the dirty street within seconds.

It had been the same angel - and a weak one at that, the Doctor had said. The Doctor… no, there it was again, the panic, climbing up her throat, making her shut her eyes, grasp at her head and mumble out a seemingly never ending string of "no, no, no, no, no, no" in an attempt to block out every single memory that tried to force its way to her mind - until finally one made it through.

Delight. Her wedding day. Her laughter mingled with… Rory's.

She held onto that thought while she released her hair from her rigid fingers and slowly opened her eyes.

She needed to find him. Obviously they hadn't been sent to the same place - but she wouldn't dare thinking there was any chance he wasn't out there searching New York for her as thoroughly as she was planning to do. Unless… he still didn't believe in her love and thought she'd stayed with the Doctor. No. She had proven her love just minutes ago by jumping off of that building with him.

And if he wasn't looking for her - she'd just have to look twice as hard.

They'd be back together. She'd find her way back to him.

Seeing as she didn't really have anywhere to go and sleep for this night, she decided to just start right away. She quickly formulated a plan and headed towards her first destination.

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A few hours later saw Amy wandering in the general direction of where she thought Central Park to be. She'd planned on visiting every location she remembered going to with the Doctor and Rory.

The problem was that she had no idea where to find those places. First, they'd come to Mr. Grayle's house with the TARDIS, so no way of knowing where that was to find, then she'd been too worried about Rory to memorise the way to Winter Quay as they were driving there… and she wasn't sure if she wanted to face the cemetery yet, even if that was probably the easiest to find.

So after hours of walking around, she'd come to the decision that she needed a break. Her feet hurt, her back even more, and she was tired of hiding in the shadows in order to avoid muggers and murderers (who knew what kind of people walked around New York in the middle of the night?).

When dawn came, Amy tried thinking of the places she knew in this city that could have already opened. She wasn't completely sure when exactly she was, but her late night stroll around the city had told her enough to assume that it was close to the time when she, Rory, the Doctor, and River had been there. It certainly looked a lot like that. So she needed to come up with a public place that she could easily find.

And suddenly she remembered Central Park and their picnic there. So many things had happened between now and then that she had completely forgotten about it…

"Right, Central Park… that can't be too difficult to find…", she mumbled to herself. Being all alone in a big dark city at night, she had somehow taken to talking to herself. She missed having someone else to talk to, and she certainly couldn't wait to finally find Rory.

Rory. A big wave of hope rushed over her. Maybe Central Park was where she was going to find him! Despite her aching feet she doubled her pace, which didn't really mean much because she was extremely exhausted and hadn't been walking very fast to begin with, but she still gave everything in her quest to find that park.

It was the last place they had been where everything was alright and they made happy jokes - before everything went wrong. If she were Rory, this would have been the first place she'd have visited to remember her loved ones.

In the morning light she even came across some early risers who had come out to take a morning walk, and looked nice enough, so she asked them for directions. They had looked a bit frightened at the girl running towards them and stammered out their response in a confused manner, then looked curiously after her.

When she finally made it to the park, she sighed in relief. One step closer. She couldn't wait to get back to Rory, but after her running around the city, she wasn't able to hold the pace she had been walking before. So she strolled through the park, coming across the bridge the Doctor and she had been on while reading River's book, then, after another thirty minutes, she could see the hill where they had all been sitting on while having a picnic, and she picked up her pace again.

So far she couldn't see anyone sitting or standing there, but maybe Rory would be behind the hill… he just had to be. She was getting nearer and nearer. But even as she approached the hill, Rory was nowhere in sight.

She sat down in defeat. Everything that had been held back by the small glimmer of hope of finding Rory again came back full force. She suddenly felt the pain in her feet, she was incredibly hungry, and she had to close her eyes against the sudden burning feeling of approaching tears, which only served to make her feel even more tired.

So she lay back and let her tears carry her to sleep.

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She woke up to being crushed into a desperate hug by another person.

"Whoa, someone's eager this morning," she said groggily. It wasn't rare that she woke up with Rory kissing her awake.

Wait. She opened her eyes to see he had stopped hugging her and now watched her confused and concerned.

"Rory!", she all but screamed, lunging at him again. "I found you."

He clung to her as desperately as she did to him. "How did you - how are you here?", he stuttered into her hair.

"Same as you." She pulled back. "It was the same angel. I couldn't imagine being without you, so I let that angel touch me to get back to you. There was room for one more name, Rory. I knew it was a slim chance that it would actually work, but it was worth a shot, right?" She smiled weakly.

Over his shoulder she could see a woman coming slowly towards them and eyeing them curiously. Well, they had to make a weird sight, no wonder people were staring, so Amy pushed that thought to the back of her mind and finally gave in to the urge to kiss Rory. They hadn't been apart for a long time, and yet the desperation of thinking they'd never see each other again made it seem as if it had been years.

Eventually Rory pulled away with a soft, "Amy". Touching his forehead to hers he said, "It's been such a long year, Amy."

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So, this is my first attempt at writing fanfiction! I've been looking for good fics of Amy's and Rory's life after TATM, but I couldn't find much, so I decided to try writing one myself - that way I can turn this into whatever I want it to be ;) All mistakes are mine… I really hope you like this first chapter, I have big things planned out already! Leave a review if you like, it'll certainly help improve my writing, plus I'd be very happy! Thanks for reading!

Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own Doctor Who, nor do I own any of the characters used in this fic. It all belongs to the BBC and Moffat… *sigh*