A/N: So I wrote this after I watched Doctor Who a couple months ago. I guess that's all there is to say. Enjoy.
The Doctor, the Witch, and the Wardrobe
Christmas night.
A few knocks on a blue door.
A groan from inside. "If that is MORE carol singers, I have a water pistol! You don't want to be all wet on a night like this-"
A fire-haired woman opens the door, water pistol poised, when she sees who's knocking.
She freezes.
It's him.
He looks at her with an unimaginable amount of emotion on his face.
A few moments go by, both staring.
"Not absolutely sure.. how long," he trips over his words.
"Two years?" She squirts him with her water pistol and he recoils, wiping the water off of his face.
"Okay. Fair point."
"So. You're not dead," she says eloquently.
"And a happy new year!" He grins stupidly at her.
She remains stoic. "River told us."
He wrinkles his face in contempt. "Well, of course she did."
"She's a good girl!" Another awkward pause. "Well? I'm not going to hug first."
"Nor am I," he says as he defiantly looks away. They both look away.
Finally they make eye contact, and his façade cracks, revealing a childlike smile.
They both laugh. "Come here," she says. They embrace in laughter. His eyebrows push together in happiness and pain.
At last, he has found Amelia Pond.