This started as a tumblr rant that turned into fic. Rory is boring, so I wrote him out. Amy Pond is a bad-ass, and she deserves better. I am not a Moffat fan.
AU after "The Eleventh Hour."
There are a thousand cool things about exploring the universe with the Doctor but the one amazing part that Amy never even dreamed of is how wonderful it is to escape from all the therapy. She no longer has to report to any doctors or counselors or well-meaning friends' parents about her dreams and her hopes and the meaning behind the active imagination that she's always known was just reality. Nobody asks her how it feels to climb neon green boulders in purple forests; nobody worries about the symbolism of going sky-diving with Joan of Arc; nobody tells her to stop talking about funny stuff the Doctor said because anytime they hang out with someone, that person likes him too. Nobody scolds her about wasting her youth or applying to university or to serious jobs; she's pretty sure the Doctor never went to college and he turned out great.
She tries to record some of their adventures, but she's a pretty shitty photographer and her mobile battery never stays charged; it must be something to do with the TARDIS energy field. She asked the Doctor once but he just shrugged. She's not sure he really understands what a cell phone is. And she tried to keep a journal but that only lasted a few days. She isn't good with words, she's good with her fists and her wits. (Which, hello, thank god for that – sometimes the Doctor gets so excited monologueing about humanity and evil that he forgets to focus and if she didn't carry pepper spray in her bra they never would have made it out of that last planet alive.)
Another good thing is the fact that the Doctor calls her "Amy" instead of Amelia; Amelia is such a stuffy name and the other kids always used to shout "Amelia Bedelia" at her, especially in primary school when she had trouble reading and got the words mixed up. Rory called her Amy too, but Rory did everything she said whenever she wanted so she would smile at him or kiss him. (Which she did, but then she felt like she was rewarding a puppy.) But when the Doctor calls her Amy, he's not begging, he's excited. He shouts and groans and teases her and says "Amy, Amy, Amy" but she doesn't feel scolded, she rises to the challenge. "Doctor, Doctor, Doctor," she'll chant back, and slip the Sonic Screwdriver out of his pocket while he's arguing with her.
And when he does call her by her full name – when she's done something daring or smart or unexpectedly important – it's not just her Christian name, it's her whole name. "Amelia Pond," he'll smirk. "Amelia Pond, who could have guessed how wonderful it would be to have you along?"
"I could have told you," she says, tossing her hair. "If you'd just picked me up that night like you promised, we could have spent years together. It's all your fault, you dummy."
"Oh but I told you, the TARDIS was damaged! I didn't plan to abandon you, I would never do that."
"Well," she says. "At least I'm here now. And frankly, you couldn't have lasted another minute without me; it's clear you're a complete mess all by yourself."
The Doctor goes quiet all of a sudden and she worries that she's touched some deep awful nerve, but before she can apologize he blinks rapidly and then bounces back. "I am," he smiles. "I am a complete mess, Amelia Pond," and when he looks at her like that, her toes curl and just for a minute she can't breathe.