A/N: And just when you thought I didn't have anything else to write, I come up with this idea! Actually, part of this comes from a request on Tumblr for a Time Lord!Amy AU, so I hope the person who asked for this likes it. And I'm sorry it's not a rewrite! But I think you'll like this story I came up with anyway.
The name for the fic comes from Everything Has Changed by Taylor Swift feat. Ed Sheeran, because I feel like it somehow fits Clara and Amy in this story.
That said, I would like to dedicate this story to my friend River, my new friend Wolfie, the ff user FifthAvenueAngels for the amazing review and lauraforthewinoswald for her absolutely BRILLIANT story Girlfriends in Space.
I hope you like it!
The bluish light of the TARDIS changed to an alarming red light as a really loud alarm went off. The screen was crowded with different readings from the ship and the planet below.
"Can you stop this?", the Time Lord shouted towards the ceiling, holding on to a leaver at the console. The ship showed her Gallifreyan writing indicating the crash landing was inevitable. "Okay, just make sure we don't crash somewhere inhabited".
She held on tighter, and screamed as her TARDIS fell down to Earth.
Clara entered her flat and left her coat at the sofa in the living room. She went straight to her bedroom and jumped to the bed, closing her eyes for a minute to get some rest. Wednesdays were always the most exhausting day of the week, as she had classes for most of the day. That particular Wednesday, the last group had been louder than usual, and she had had to make a huge effort to be heard, hence why she felt so tired.
She probably hadn't been laying for longer than ten minutes when she heard the crash. She went to her window and saw the beaten blue police box in the middle of the park just behind her building. Her curiosity got the best of her and she put her coat back on to check on it.
She walked to the crashing site and inspected the box -that was lying on its side- from a safe distance. She was trying to think about where could have the box fallen from, when the doors opened and a ginger girl appeared from inside.
"Oh, hello!", said the girl with a Scottish accent.
"Where the hell did you come from?", Clara asked with wide eyes. The girl's clothes -a bright orange shirt, a black waistcoat and brownish tartan trousers- were torn and her hair -her long, ginger hair- was a mess. She reached into the box and grabbed a black bowler, which she put on before jumping to the ground.
"I just met the most unpleasant space potatoes you could ever imagine." She examined Clara intently. The brunette raised her eyebrows at her explanation, but the girl didn't elaborate on the subject. "What's your name?"
"Clara. What happened to you?" She was visibly concerned for the girl, even though she didn't know her.
Before she could answer, the box made a very strange sound, and the doors closed. "Oh, well...that's going to take a while."
"What's going to take a while?" Clara asked with her curiosity back online.
"My ship is pretty damaged; it'll need some time to repair itself. A few hours maybe." She paused, feeling that tingling sensation of knowing Clara was thinking of so many questions. She could hear her, trying with her little human mind to understand what was happening. "What year is this?", she said looking around.
Clara raised an eyebrow again. "2014. Is that optional?"
"Well, it is for me". She smirked slightly, proud of her enigmatic ways.
Clara tried to keep her eyes on the girl's, until one of the slashes in her shirt's arms caught her attention; she spotted a large cut in her arm that was bleeding a little. "Oh my stars, you're hurt!" The girl tried to cover it, but Clara got the fabric first. "That needs cleaning up or it's going to infect", she concluded after examining it. "Come with me, I've got a first aid kit in my flat."
The ginger sat at the kitchen table while Clara cleaned the wound. She hissed as she rubbed the antiseptic against her skin, and Clara felt the need to tease her. "No need to make such a fuss. It isn't that bad." She finished with cleaning the cut and put a bandage over it. "Okay, that should do."
Clara prepared tea for both of them and placed a cup in front of the girl, sitting across from her. After drinking quietly for a few minutes, she looked up at her. "Now, are you going to explain what happened out there?"
"You'd never believe me if I told you", she said with an air of confidence.
"Try me", Clara answered with a defying smirk.
"Very well, then. I'm an alien. That box that crashed at the park is my ship, and it can travel anywhere in Time and Space."
Clara just stared at her for a few minutes, trying to find a reason not to believe her. It should sound mad, but for some cause she couldn't make out it didn't. How could she be telling the truth?
Instinctively, Clara said the first thing she could think of. "Time travel is impossible."
"Well, maybe for you, in this time, it is. But it really isn't that complicated. Time is just another dimension of Space. You accept you can move through the other three dimensions of Space, so why would it be impossible to wander through the Fourth Dimension, given you have the appropriate vehicle?"
Clara definitely didn't have an answer for that. "Okay, if you say so...You said you're an alien, why do you sound Scottish?"
"How am I supposed to know that? I'm not from your planet; I don't know how Scottish people sound like. Actually, I've never been to this planet before."
"Fine, I'll accept that. What's your name?"
"Ha, now that's a complicated question. To you, I suppose it's Amelia. Bit fairytale, isn't it? Just call me Amy." Clara found it funny that she sounded like she was just discovering her own name, but she decided not to ask why.
"So tell me, Amy, am I going to call you for a long time?" She leaned forward to her, in an innocently flirtatious way.
Amy raised her eyebrow, but changed into a surprised face before she could answer. She reached into her pocket and quickly took out a small key that was shining in a golden light. She threw it on the table, like it was too hot to touch. "Apparently, for a little bit longer. Come on!" She stood up and rushed to the door, opening it and running downstairs. She ran to the box -that now stood properly- and used the key to unlock the door. She left it open, inviting Clara -who had followed her all the way- to step in. The lights were off and she couldn't see anything, but she stepped in anyway. Amy rushed to the console and turned the lights on, revealing the bigger-on-the-inside interior. Clara's jaw dropped with the sight, and she looked around the room. She stood into a console room dominated by a bluish light, that was big and scientific-looking, equipped with a huge console crowded with leavers, buttons and other instruments.
Amy stared at her, a huge smile on her face. Usually, Time Lords travelled in pairs or groups, with companions to share their adventures. She had never had that; after all, the circumstances of her exit from Gallifrey hadn't been exactly normal. "So...what d'you think?"
"It's...It's...Bigger on the inside!" Clara's eyes couldn't be wider. It was actually bigger on the inside! It looked small on the outside but the inside was bigger! She couldn't believe her own eyes.
It was strange how all of the sudden she seemed to trust this girl she had just met. She didn't know anything about her, and still it felt as if she could trust her with her life. "And you can go anywhere? In Time and Space, wherever you want?"
Amy smirked and snapped her fingers, closing the doors. She pressed some buttons and pulled a leaver triumphantly before looking back at her and then towards the doors. "Why don't you take a look?"
Clara ran to the doors and opened them, finding they had moved. She was staring right into the heart of a large blue-and-green nebula, so bright and full of stars that she couldn't even try to count them. Amy stood by her side, looking down at the shorter girl.
"Amy, this is beautiful", Clara said, her voice showing how amazed she was. She looked up at her and smiled. "Thank you."
It suddenly hit her that she would have to go back home; just a bit longer and she would be back in her flat to sleep and eat and go to work the next day like this had never happened; like she had never met Amy. Her voice brought her back.
"Clara, d'you think...Well, only if you want to, maybe..." Clara raised her eyebrow. "Maybe you could travel with me."
Clara bit her lower lip, a smirk growing on them. She laughed, and Amy looked very surprised by her reaction. "Is that what you do? You just crook your finger and people just jump in your snog box and fly away?" She emphasised her words by walking around the console crooking her fingers.
"It is not a snog box!" Amy answered trying to look upset.
"I'll be the judge of that", Clara said with her arms crossed.
"Starting when?" She tried not to show it, but she was really happy that Clara would stay with her. She didn't know why, it was the same thing other people experience about her. Her Time Lord brain allowed her to be felt in someone's mind, and that was how she got people to trust her even without knowing her. It was that feeling they got in the back of their heads that she could be trusted. However, she had never heard of a Time Lord trusting someone they didn't know, as it was impossible for non-Time Lords to be felt in a Time Lord mind. But Clara was human, not Time Lord. She decided that it was just a feeling; nothing was really going on. Besides, she didn't really have any experience with humans.
"How about right now?" Deep down, she didn't want to give Amy the chance to take her back home.
Amy smiled and ran to the other side of the console, pressing buttons and pulling leavers. She placed her hand over the space-time throttle and looked at Clara. "Ready?" She nodded. "So let's go", she said as she sent the TARDIS into the Time Vortex at maximum speed.
A/N: And? What do you think? Tell me in the reviews below ;)
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