This story presents my personal headcanon. I dedicate it to all, who cried because of "The Angels take Manhattan", for all who love the Ponds, River and 11th Doctor. I hope you will like it.
Disclaimer: All rights to Doctor Who belongs to BBC. I also used in text quote by Anais Nin.
I opened my eyes. I was still in the Tardis. Alone. It was totally silent. I scanned my hands, cuffs, arms. I looked exactly the same, I haven't changed. I still was eleventh version of myself. I looked around, touched the cockpit. Nothing has changed, apart from the fact that Clara wasn't there. I didn't understand. How? I was regenerating, I should have had new appearance. I've felt strange sensation in my stomach. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong, and totally not according to the plan (as if I had one). Then I heard familiar voice behind my back:
"Hello again, Raggedy Man."
Next thing I knew was that I was hugging Amelia Pond. I was holding my little girl, my Girl Who Waited in my arms once again. She was beautiful, with her ginger hair, big, mesmerizing eyes, looking exactly as I remembered her that particular day on the graveyard in New York. I didn't know what exactly was going on, but it didn't matter. I felt tears running on my cheeks. I buried my face in her arms. She hugged me tighter.
"Amelia, I'm sorry… That day… in New York… I am so, so sorry…I really wanted to save you and Rory…."
"Doctor, don't you even dare coming back to that. You've made everything perfectly. But sometimes you just can't save people, you can only love them. And that's what you did. " she took a deep breath. "We've got a good life in New York, me and Rory. We had each other. The only thing that was lacking in our live was you and Melody. But it's over now. We've got each other again."
"Oh Amy… "I choked, and raised my head from her shoulder. I looked at my little girl. She was crying too. "How can it even be possible? Amelia, I was regenerating, Clara was here with me in Tardis…Just tell me how…"
"Does it matter how? What counts for me is WHO" she smiled. "Who is with me again." Amy stopped, tears made her unable to speak. I embraced her and kiss on forehead, like in old times.
"Like in old times." she said aloud what I was thinking. "Promise me, that you will stay with us, that we will never miss you again."
"We? Amelia, who else is here?"
"Hello sweetie. Late as always. I presume, that it was traffic…"
to be continued...