Edit: I had edited the story slightly to give the story a better flow...but the main gist of it is still the same! :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who. BBC does.
So I had been intending to write this for a long time, on my take on what I felt the Doctor should have done instead. Its my first fanfiction, so please bear with me, and do give constructive criticisms! :) I hope that you will enjoy this story.
The Angels Take Manhattan, Episode 5 of Series 7, was originally broadcasted on 29 September, 2012.
"Raggedy man, goodbye!"
With that, Amy disappears after looking at the Doctor for one last time. Almost immediately, 8 dreaded words appeared on the tombstone: "And His Loving Wife Amelia Williams, aged 87."
And the Doctor's hearts shatters.
"NOOOO!" He sinks down and covers his face with his hands. He looks up again, while his wife moves over to comfort him.
The Doctor staggered onto the grass, sadly raising his head to look at the tombstone. He slowly tiled his head at the Angel, and back at the tombstone again.
"Let us return to the TARDIS." River said sadly as she attempted to pull the Doctor up. The Doctor slowly shook his head.
Then slowly, a realisation hit him. He smiled.
"It is the TARDIS that would create the paradox. Not me!" He stood up and dusted the dirt off his shoulders.
"What...what are you saying?" River asked, horrified.
"Don't worry about me. I'll happily come back!" He paused. "You won't even need to wait long!"
And with that, he reached for the Angel, and was gone.
The sudden turn of events shocked River.
He slowly stood up, dazed by the sudden change of his environment in one just one blink. He knew that Amy and Rory had to be here somewhere, after all, didn't Amy and Rory live together? This means that they must have met each other. The tombstone is proof of that.
As he looked around him, he realised there were plenty of people―especially soldiers―celebrating and cheering on the streets. He wondered what was happening. Determined to find the people he loved, he walked down the busy streets.
They must be here. Somewhere around here, He thought.
"Yo what's up mate? What's with the sad look? We have won the war! The Japs have just officially surrendered!" A voice shook him out of his thoughts. He stared at the soldier, then continued walking down the road.
But then reality struck him. And he slowed his steps, finally stopping. They must have been sent back to 1939. And I, the Doctor finally realised, to his horror and sadness, am in 1945.
He slowly looked up into the sky.
September 2, 1945, to be exact.
Hang in there Amy and Rory! I will find you.
Next Time: Rejected By The Past
Thats it...for now. So please do tell me what have I done wrong...so that I can improve on my (edited) first fanfiction! :) Thank you!