This came from a line in the christmas special - 'Doctor, when girls cry, are you supposed to talk to them?" "I have absolutely NO idea". This was originally going to just be about Amy being upset over her parents', but took a very different turn as the muse took me. Please read and review. This will prob be a one or two shot.
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"Doctor, when girls cry, are you supposed to talk to them?" "I have absolutely NO idea."
The Doctor was lost in his own world when he heard something that jolted him from his silent reverie; crying. To be more specific, a girl crying. He tried to ignore it, but a niggling feeling at the back of his mind told him that it might be something important, so he should go and investigate it immediately.
Leaping up from his favourite chair in the console room, the Doctor went off to see where the noise was coming from. Logic told him that if it was indeed female crying he could hear, then it must be Amy, as she was the only female on board.
He followed the sobs to the wardrobe room, tentatively pushing the door open. At first, he couldn't see Amy, only clothes, everywhere. The place looked like a tornado had hit it, followed rapidly by a nuclear bomb. The Doctor made a mental note to himself to tidy up after himself in future.
"Amy?" The Doctor called out, hoping he wouldn't have to search through every pile of clothes just to find her – that would, literally, take weeks. He was sure his past incarnations hadn't been this messy.
"Go AWAY!" a muffled voice yelled out from beneath a particularly large and messy pile of clothes. Screwing up his face in confusion, the Doctor moved forward to investigate.
The pile of clothes was moving – Amy was definitely under there, and shaking with sobs, by the looks of it. The Doctor knelt down and started tossing aside the clothes to get to Amy. A hot pink coat with yellow spots was tossed aside, the Doctor muttering "Blobby" under his breath. A long black Victoria gentleman's coat, complete with tails, went the way of the pink coat. As it was discarded behind the Doctor, a bloodied knife clattered onto the floor. The Doctor turned and looked at it briefly, then turned back, hissing "That's the last time I let Dr Tumblety onto the TARDIS".
Eventually, after throwing aside three more coats, a pair of leather cowboy chaps, two fezzes and a black and white harlequin cat suit, the Doctor uncovered Amy. She was kneeling on the floor, but bent double, clutching, and burying her face into, a familiar blue suit. Wiping her eyes, she turned up to look at the Doctor.
"Why is this here?", she asked, tears running vast rivers down her face. "This is the suit my father always wore. Why is it in the TARDIS?"
The Doctor sat down beside her, and put his arm round her. Leaning into him, she sobbed until her tears subsided. Waiting until he was sure she'd stopped crying, the Doctor shuffled round until they were face to face, and silently wiped away her tears with the pad of his thumb, his hand lingering in her cheek when all the tears were gone.
"Amy, that suit is not your father's. It once belonged to...a friend of mine, but he changed his style after a while. Then, I...another friend took a liking to this suit, so the TARDIS...produced a copy for him. I keep this one around for sentimentality, that's all. I'm sorry, but it's not your father's suit."
Amy furiously brushed away the Doctor's hand from where it still rested on her cheek.
"It IS. It's the same blue, and the same size. It even smells like him. Why are you hiding this from me, Doctor?"
"Amy, your mind wants to cling onto a relic of your parents', so it tells you that this suit smells like your father, but it doesn't." To prove the point, the Doctor leant down and smelt the suit Amy was still clinging onto.
"It doesn't smell of anything Amy, I'm sorry."
Amy dropped the suit and scrambled to her feet, fists clenched. Her eyes were fiery with fury and her jaw was set in a grim line. The Doctor, exasperated, ran a hand through his thick brown hair, making it stand up and giving the impression of a school boy. Usually, this never failed to make Amy smile; today, she was so angry she barely noticed.
"What was your father's name, Amy?" The Doctor asked, sighing. He decided she was perhaps missing her parents a little more than usual, and therefore this would all blow over if she talked about them to him. Ignoring the voice in his head telling him he was being more than usually optimistic , he sat back down on the floor and encouraged Amy to do the same.
"John, John Pond. He was a good man, who loved my mother with all he had, and who ALWAYS wore a blue suit. THIS blue suit!" Amy said in a tight voice which told the Doctor how grateful he should be that she had control of her temper – for now, anyway.
"What happened to your parents? You always told me they were just...gone." Amy's face lost its anger, and softness passed over her features. She took a deep breath, and began to tell the Doctor the story of her parents.
"When I was eight, I went to school one day. Everything was normal – Mum and dad were bickering with each other, but it was always loving bickering. Both knew the other didn't mean it, and so did I. Dad kissed me on the forehead and kissed mum...well, I had to remind them I was there. They were always like that. If it was now, and they were friends of mine, I'd say they couldn't keep their hands off each other. Back then, what with them being my parents, it was just gross to see my parents behaving like that. Mum walked me to school, kissed me goodbye and told me she loved me, and that dad would pick me up after school. I turned and waved to her as I walked into school.
"Two hours later, the headmistress came into the school room, and asked to see me. My parents had been involved in a shooting – someone threatened mum with a gun, and dad, trying to protect her, jumped in between her and the gunman. The bullet went through dad and into mum. Apparently they died instantaneously, in each other's arms.
"So, my parents had been killed, my gran was dead, my only relative was my uncle Tony, but he'd died from cancer when I was young. I was sent to live with his wife – everyone thought we could be a 'comfort' to each other. But all I wanted was my parents back." Amy was sobbing again, re-living all the events of 15 years ago. The Doctor looked nervously at her and bit his lip – he still didn't know what to do with girls when they cried.
Eventually, he couldn't take the sound of her weeping anymore, so he scooped her up into his arms. Cradling her to his body, he carefully stood up and carried Amy out of the wardrobe room and down the TARDIS corridors until he reached her room. She had stopped weeping, but was now clinging to the Doctor as if she was afraid he was about to disappear.
Normally, it was entirely off limits to him, Amy arguing that she needed 'her' space – a small piece of this craft that was only hers – but today the Doctor ignored Amy's rule. As he laid her down on the bed, she looked up at him and then turned and pointed towards a picture on her bedside table. The Doctor gave it a cursory glance, and then did a double take. The photo was of an eight year old Pond, all smiles. She was flanked on either side by two people who must be her parents. Her father was tall and wiry, with brown hair. He was indeed wearing a blue suit, identical to the one in the wardrobe room. Her mother was shorter, a bubbly looking woman with open features and dirty blonde hair. The Doctor's blood ran cold. Amy was flanked by Rose Tyler and the half human, half time lord Doctor. He sat down on the bed beside Amy and stroked the hair back from her forehead.
"I'm so sorry, Amy" he whispered, tears running down his face.
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