Author's Note: This is basically a continuation of "Good Night," which is one of the five "Night and the Doctor" mini-episodes featured on the Doctor Who Series 6 box you haven't seen it, then you may be able to find it online somewhere, but don't worry, because this story gives you a quick re-cap. I hope you enjoy the story! Reviews are greatly appreciated!
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The sky was painted with a dreary haze of ominous clouds and the foggy air was bitterly cold.
It should have been nothing more than a typical stormy day, but there was an unsettling force of terrible evil lurking beneath the colorful carnival tents.
However, it was nearly impossible to decipher this truth, unless one was extraordinarily clever. For this sole reason, the ever- present danger was unable to be perceived by the ordinary eye.
Despite the looming darkness that was secretly seeping through, the small carnival seemed to function as it would any other day.
The metal shapes of amusement rides and miniature food stands were evident throughout. Tantalizing cries of whining children mingled eerily with the rusty click clacking of the downtrodden roller coaster, which was a rather familiar chorus, in itself.
Because the carnival consisted of a variety of people of differing ages, the nostalgic aroma of greasy, buttered popcorn, along with the stench of sweaty bodies permeated the air.
In the midst of all the perfectly ordinary chaos, a little ginger haired girl sat quietly, her bleary eyes buried in her hands.
Besides her own cries, the only sounds that seemed to devour her tiny mind was the uncanny melody of an out of tune piano, followed by a strange and alien buzzing that suddenly bombarded her sensitive ears.
The tall girl with the flowing red hair cautiously veered out of a mysterious blue box, her hazel eyes glazing over the surroundings that she only scarcely remembered from childhood.
After she had made her subtle entrance, a ridiculous man with a floppy mop of brown hair and a blackened suit with a creamy white bow tie, ventured out behind her, a peculiar grin etched across his face.
"Yeah, Doctor, this is the place…but I still don't see the point in coming here…" Feisty Amy Pond expressed her concerns to the smiling Doctor, who just responded with a brief chuckle, before motioning over to a nearby concession area.
Rolling her eyes, the frazzled red head in the slightly ruffled nightgown released a long sigh of defeat.
Though her lips were curved upward a bit, she could not seem to ignore the irritation and fear stirring from within her rapidly pounding heart.
Her mind racing, Amy Pond thought back to her recent conversation with the Doctor.
Because she had been extremely troubled by the unavoidable truth that her life didn't make any sense, she had been restless and ravaged by a plaguing desire to discuss her concerns with her best friend.
Unfortunately, the raggedy man's nightly escapades had forced trembling Amy to remain perched quietly on the lubricant stairs of the TARDIS, until the naughty Doctor finally decided to make his secret entrance.
When the blushing man had guiltily walked in with an uphonium concealed behind his back, he had been forced to encounter the stern stare of his inquisitive companion.
Before long, the shivering red head had managed to expel the raging doubts from her lips, only to discover that the Doctor was not keen on providing a straight answer.
Instead, he was intent on rewriting her saddest memory, which was what had led them here.
It was not until Amy's wavering eyes locked onto the gut wrenching sight of the crumpled little ginger haired girl that the agony of that terrible moment seemed to suddenly resurface.
Glancing down at the disfigured glob of melting ice cream, and then looking back up at the watery face of the lonely five year old, the girl who waited felt her empathetic heart squelch with a brief wave of sorrow.
For a second, her lightly covered body went rigid, as a petite droplet of water journeyed shamefully down her cheek.
What's wrong with me? Why am I crying over a bloody ice cream cone? Amy inquired of herself, before sensing the warm fingers of the Doctor intertwine with hers.
"Amelia…" She felt his husky breath fall upon her ear, and she responded before he could annunciate another word.
"Really, Doctor, I'm fine, don't worry…maybe you were right…I guess I just didn't realize it until now, ya know…wait…what on earth have you got on your head?"
Amy asked the last question quite a bit louder than she had anticipated, as she had finally noticed the abstractly crafted balloon design that was nestling atop the Doctor's coarse mop of dark hair.
Her feisty impulses returning, Amy suddenly snatched the ridiculous contraption off the scraggly brown frock of hair, and smothered it with her foot.
At this, she could no longer suppress the childish grin of pure pleasure that was gradually forming across her face.
"That's my Amelia! By the way, here's your wallet," the raggedy man proclaimed happily, before handing over the TARDIS blue bundle to his un-amused companion.
"Here, have an ice cream," the kind looking woman with the dangling ginger hair said, as she extended her long arm towards the sobbing little girl, and released a swirled mountain of chocolate ice cream to her former self. In that action, Amelia Pond sensed the seething feelings of sadness flee from her heart, as if they had never existed.
After witnessing the sight of a tiny smile that crept up young Amelia's downtrodden face, the girl in her nightie carefully fumbled her way towards the beaming man in the bow tie, who had cautiously positioned himself a good distance away.
"Can I have my ice cream, now?" Amy Pond inquired of her best friend, who seemed to have only one cone clasped in his hand, though a smear of brown liquid peered from out of the corners of his mouth.
Staring at the grassy ground guiltily, the Doctor seemed incapable of making eye contact.
"Oh, come on, Doctor! I can't believe you sometimes. Why did you eat it?" The authoritative tone in the woman's voice compelled the raggedy man to answer.
"Well…you were busy, and it was chocolate…I…I couldn't resist…sorry, Pond…But, hey, you can have a bite of mine if you'd like…" the Doctor mumbled, his hands fidgeting nervously.
Scanning the repulsive concoction of chocolate ice cream, TARDIS blue sprinkles, and crumbly bits of fish fingers, Amy felt her stomach churn in disgust.
"Yuck! Only you would voluntarily ingest a mixture of fish fingers and ice cream, " the slightly sickened red head commented to the awkward man in the bow tie, who seemed completely oblivious to the abnormality of his dessert selection.
"Doctor, don't you think we'd better be getting' back to the TARDIS? Rory's probably worried sick by now, " the shivering ginger questioned the man who continued to indulge himself in a very disgusting flavor of ice cream.
"Don't be ridiculous, Pond, he'll be fine. What's the worst that could happen? Well…I suppose that he could become stranded alone on the TARDIS for all eternity…or…wind up flinging himself into the time vortex, never to be seen again by another living soul…ugh…never mind. But, anyway, he more than likely won't ever know we were gone…which gives us a reasonable amount of time to ride that scary looking roller coaster over there." The Doctor finally stopped his incessant babbling, and pointed his wobbly finger in the direction of a rather high metal structure with quite a few menacing hills.
The trembling man in the bow tie practically squeezed the life out of his companion's hand, as they both progressed forward in the long line of roller coaster enthusiasts.
"Doctor, if you keep doing that, you're gonna crush my hand! Seriously, You've got to calm down…you're makin' us both look like complete idiots!"
Amy's fiery scrutiny caused the Doctor to soften his grip slightly. His reddened face was flushed with embarrassment, and the red head was suddenly filled with remorse.
"Are you sure about this? " Amy geared the conversation toward another matter.
"Yeah, I'll be find, Pond…" The Doctor's shaky voice was hastily interrupted.
"No, that's not what I mean…should we…should I have given Amelia that ice cream and all? Shouldn't that have broken some sort of timey wimey rule or created a paradox or somethin'?" The ginger haired girl in the nightgown was slightly apprehensive.
" Time can be rewritten, Amy, and as for the paradox…yes, you would be correct in most cases…but, like I've told you before…you're…special…"
The raggedy man sounded a bit more confident, though it was obvious from the slight tremor in his voice that even he was not completely convinced of his own words.
As they approached the coaster train, and prepared to board, Amy felt a twinge of excitement burst from deep within, despite the fact that she could still hear the rapid thumping of the Doctor's hearts.
When the two were about to take a seat, the man in the bow tie suddenly froze.
His body grew completely stiff, and Amy could tell by the glint of fear in his eyes that it was certainly not the roller coaster that had frightened him.
Gripping her unsteady hand even more tightly, the Doctor could feel Amy's pulse steadily increasing.
"Doctor…what is it…tell me…" The lurid girl could barely manage to spurt out even a few words.
"Amy…look at the ride operator… think back to all the other staff members we've encountered today…" he whispered very faintly, just loud enough for her to comprehend.
"But, it's just…" Amy stopped mid- sentence, her pupils dilating.
"No, it's not…look closer…where you don't want to look…where you never want to look…in the corner of your eye…"
As the hazel irises of the ginger haired girl slowly veered toward the white edges of her eyes, Amelia felt her entrails convulse in terror.
"Oh my g—" the fearful red head nearly exclaimed aloud, until the Doctor's trembling hand hastily smothered her lips.
Note: I hope you enjoyed it! I'll definitely continue the story, if I receive enough positive feedback. If you liked it then I would recommend reading my other stories (via my profile page). Remember that reviews are always welcome:)
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