"The girl who waited"
A Doctor Who Fanfiction
The Doctor stood leaned up against the outside of the Tardis. He smiled at the sight of Rory and Amy running along the beach chasing each other and splashing water at one another. It had been a long time since he had seen Amy this way, so light hearted and care free. He constntly felt guilty for keeping her from being this happy all the time, every moment she and her beloved husband spent with him they were in danger. The Doctor should have made them leave long ago but there were two things stopping him 1) he was absolutely sure that they would refuse to leave him on his own and 2) because he couldn't bare the thought of losing his dear companions.
He knew they were not very good reasons to keep putting there lives in danger but he just couldn't bring himself to do the right thing. The Doctor had unknowingly closed his eyes during this session of thoughts and when he opened them to his surprise he did not see Amy. No, he did not see the 21 year old Amy Williams he had spent the past year with. He saw his sweet little 7 year old Amelia Pond the girl he had met almost 15 years ago, the one who had that brilliant name that sounds as if it had come straight out of a fairy tale. The Doctor could remember the night they met like it was only yesterday, the way he had crashed his Tardis in her garden and then eaten almost everything in her refridgerater including his favorite, fish fingers and custard.
After he fixed the crack in her bedroom wall he told her that he was going to take her with him on adventures in his time machine (Tardis) to different worlds and times. But he just needed five minutes, five minutes to get everything ready and he promised her that he would come back. The Doctor did make good on his promise, he came back for her he just had not realized that it had not been five minutes but twelve years. The Doctor sighed as he thought of this, he would never forgive himself for what he did to her he always meant to apolagize for it he just didnt know how. He looked back down the beach and sure enough there stood Amy Williams laughing and hugging her husband.
Though she would always be this girl. . . this woman to Rory and to herself, to The Doctor she would always be that little girl who had taken in a strange man who fell out of the sky in a blue box and fed him fish fingers and custard, the girl who was afraid of nothing ecept the giant crack in her wall, the girl with the fairy tale name, the girl who waited.