Hey guys. I know that this isn't my Pondlock and that you're probably waiting impatiently for that. Don't worry, I'm getting there. I recently lost the chapter I was working on and with school and junk. Oh well, it's my summer holidays now so let's party. Anyway, this is 11/Amy because they will always hold a special place in my shipper heart. Remember rate, review, subscribe. I will be doing this thing with this fic that every reviewer (no matter what you say) get a special sneak peek at the next chapter. Enjoy!

*Disclaimer* None, I repeat, none, of these characters belong to me. It's just a little fun to get the stories out of my head. These characters belong to their rightful owners and whatnot. As I said, it's all fun. Enjoy!

"Love, as we have already discussed, is a powerful, wonderful, ridiculous thing, capable of moving mountains. And spools of thread."
― Tale of Despereaux

1

"What's this book about?" Amy asked, picking up an old book.

She had just started working at a book store. The man who owned it had offered her a job, considering that she basically lived in it anyway. It was her first day and he was showing her the rest of the store. They were in a section which was dusty and the books looked like they would break if you breathed on it. Except for the one she picked up. It was special.

"That," the old man said. "Is a very interesting book."

He walked over to her and placed his hand on the cover.

"Read it, Amelia. I'm sure you'll find it quite to your liking."

Amy just looked at him. She looked back at the book. It looked heavy but it weighed almost nothing. She nodded slowly. The book felt… right, for lack of a better word. As if it belonged in her hands. It was hers.

That night, when she got home, she chucked her bag on the floor. It landed with a large thump. She checked her phone, she had five messages from Rory and two from Melody. Apparently Mels had gotten into trouble again, something about a boy trying to hit on her and then ending up in hospital. Amy was too tired to deal with it. She quickly shot a message to Rory and Mels and tossed her phone onto her bedside table.

She buried her head in her pillow, groaning when she remembered that she had homework that needed to be completed. She got up and grabbed her bag. She sat on her bed and opened it. That was when she remembered the book. It sat in her bag comfortably. She looked at it for a moment and then pulled it out.

Amy put her bag down on the floor and opened the book.

Hello, my friend. You're about to read a story that will change your life like all good stories should. This is the story of a lonely god and the person who changed him. This is the story of love and loss. I should warn you though; this is not a story for the light-hearted. But let's begin shall we?

Amelia Pond knelt by her bed, her hands resting on her chin. Her red hair messy and her eyes shut and a look of concentration on her childish face.

"Dear Santa," she said with a strong Scottish accent.

Amy pushed the book away. What the hell was going on? Why did this character have the same name as her? What the hell?

She looked at the book as if it were suddenly dangerous. She should stop reading, take it back and never think about it again. But surely Amelia Pond could be a common name. It wasn't necessarily her. Either way, her curiousity got the better of her.

Amy stood up and closed her door, looking it. She didn't want to be disturbed. She laid on her stomach on her bed and grabbed the book, opening it again to the page she was on.

"Thank you for the dolls and the pencils. And the fish." She added as an afterthought. Her eyebrows knitted together and she frowned. "It's Easter now, so I… I hope that I didn't wake you, but, honest, itis an emergency, honest." She swallowed past the dryness in her throat. "There's a crack, in my wall." She turned and looked at her wall. A rather ominous crack split through the light blue plaster. "Aunt Sharon says that it's an ordinary crack, but, I know it's not because at night there's voices… So please, please could you send someone to fix it? Or a policeman, or…"

"Amy! It's time for dinner! Come on." Amy almost jumped into the air at the sound of her mother's voice.

She hid the book under her bed, she wasn't sure why, and went down for dinner.

"Hang on," Mels said, stuffing a rather large strawberry into her mouth. "What you're saying is that you're a character in a book?" She looked at Amy skeptically.

"No," Amy shook her head, picking at the sandwich that her mother had packed. "I'm saying that this character has my name, my accent, my looks and my family. Rory's in there too."

"What?" Rory's head snapped up from his crisps.

"Yeah, you're a nurse and I'm a… Kissogram?"

That made Mels laugh. Amy grabbed one of Rory's crisps, much to his protest, and chucked it at her best friend.

"Shut up!" She said, although her lips were smiling.

What did it matter anyway? It was just a story.

"And the final score is: no TARDIS, no screwdriver, two minutes to spare, who da man?" The Doctor outstretched his arms.

Prisoner Zero cocked its head to the said, you could almost see the sarcasm in its look. Amy's lips thinned, her expression questioning the Doctor's mental health. The Doctor looked around at Amy and then back at Prisoner Zero.

"Oh… It's… I'm never saying that again. Fine" He mumbled a little sourly.

Amy chuckled and turned the page. She quite liked this Doctor.

"Then I shall take a new form." Prisoner Zero said, confidence returning back to it.

"Oh, stop it." The Doctor groaned. "You know you can't. It takes months to form that kind of psychic link."

"And I've had years…"

The atmosphere in the room changed. Years, it said. Amy wondered what it meant but she didn't have a lot of time. She fell to the floor, blacking out, as she watched a strange glow surround Prisoner Zero.

The Doctor turned around as he heard Amy's body land. He ran to her.

"No!" He cried, kneeling beside her. "Amy!"

Outside the giant alien ship searched the hospital, but found nothing.

The Doctor held Amy's face in his hands.

"You've got to hold on." He said. "Amy! Don't sleep! You've got to stay awake, please!"

Rory hit the Doctor's back.

"Doctor," he said, pointing at Prisoner Zero.

Amy walked into the book store. The small bell clanging as the door opened and closed.

"Ah, Amelia," the old man said. "How are you enjoying the book?"

Amy walked into the back and put her bag down. The book was at home, under her bed. She hadn't told her mum about the book, or its main character being eerily similar to her.

"It's… Interesting." She said, going to work and stacking the books away.

The old man said nothing. He just smiled knowingly and went about his business.