A/N: This plot bunny bit me after seeing Angels Take Manhattan. Obvious spoilers. Written in tribute to the one line in that entire episode that made me cry. 11 and Amy, friendship ONE-SHOT.
...and this is how it ends.
He shows up, one day, out of the blue. He stands out, in the rain, and bangs on the door of the Cherry Hill Nursing Home, demanding to be let in. It is early March, and the rain is bitterly cold, but it does not seem to bother him as he waits to be allowed in to reception. Once he reaches the desk, he turns his insistent badgering towards seeing the one patient who hasn't had company in almost four years.
Amelia Williams has a visitor.
The nurse asks the man his name and relation to the patient, before informing him that visiting Ms. Williams will likely only result in heartbreak for him.
"She's too far gone to know your her son-in-law anymore," she says, "Keeps calling out for a doctor, but sends them away soon as they come near her. She barely even remembers her husband's name."
The stranger brushes the rain from his tweed sport coat and straightens his bow tie. Then, he brushes his way past the nurse and starts up the stairs, taking them two at a time. Her room is the last one on the right, and he enters without knocking to sit next to the elderly woman, sitting in a chair next to her window. Amelia's long hair is tied back in a low bun, away from her face. It holds no traces of the red it used to have. Her walls are covered with pictures: a couple dancing, taken in the 1940's. The same couple, again, in 1946, holding a baby boy. More of the boy, taken throughout the 50's, taking his first steps, riding a bicycle, graduating high school and college. It is obvious that she has led a long, full, wonderfully ordinary life, and the man smiles.
"Beautiful, magnificent Pond," he says, as he seats himself across from her.
"Doctor," she whispers, her eyes alighting with recognition.
He sits there, for three days, telling her the most wonderful stories. The nurses who come to serve her food are treated to fantastic tales of statues that move and whales in outer space. Sometimes, Amy even fills in a line or two, reciting the part along with the mysterious stranger, and the nurses think that she must of heard these tales many times before. As she grows weaker, he sits by her bed, and talks of cracks in walls and pirates, of Van Gogh and Hitler, of Venice, and of a daughter no one there has met.
And then, on the 3rd of April, Amelia Williams smiles, closes her eyes, and takes her last breath, holding tightly to the hand of the one man who understood her best.
He bows his head and places a kiss on her forehead, and whispers to her, soft and low, before taking his leave, walking away without looking back.
"This is the story of Amelia Pond. And this is how it ends."