This is the third part in an ongoing story, which begins with 'Remembrance', which can be found on my profile. I do not own any of the characters. This fic is heavily based on the episodes in series 5; The Pandorica Opens and The Big Bang, and much of the dialogue and action that is in this will have been borrowed straight from the show.
An established fact in the Doctor's life, and subsequently in the lives of all who travel with him, is that time can be rewritten. The dead were not walking about the streets of Cardiff in 1860, William Shakespeare's lost play did not get destroyed with the Carrionites, and Pete Tyler didn't die alone in a road, victim of hit and run.
But once time has been rewritten, what happens to what would have been?
The Doctor and Amy, instead of going straight to Space Florida, stumbled across Rose Tyler and forced time to change; altering their lives. Their adventures do not change the fact that the cracks in the skin of the universe are still there, the Pandorica is opening, the silence is falling, and Vincent Van Gogh has created the fateful painting, beginning the end of everything.
The Doctor and Amy, despite their good intentions, had not left the TARDIS for days. After leaving the beach behind, they parked the ship in an unnoticed area of space, and went about their business. Usually, the Doctor became bored with staying in the same place for so long, for time to run in one continuous fashion; forward, but with Amy's company he found he could stave the boredom off quite efficiently as they rejoiced in their new found relationship. But, eventually, they found themselves wanting more, and decided to head off on a new adventure.
"Where are we going?" Amy called to the Doctor as he fiddled with the controls.
"No idea, like it best that way." He told her with a grin, a hand skimming around her waist as he moved to the controls nearer to her. She shivered with delight at his warm hand around her, even the slightest of touches from him was delicious, now that she allowed herself to acknowledge it. Shame he was too busy piloting the ship to pay more attention. "Oooo, can you go downstairs and hit the polar exomorphic extrapolator?"
"Which one?" She asked as she peeled herself away and walked down the steps.
"The big green button, flashy lights, a little bit pink." He told her, dashing to the other end of the console.
"Gotcha." She called back as she pushed it in. She looked up to see the Doctor dashing around above her, visible through the glass. She smiled happily to see her Time Lord in action. Her smile soon faded as her eyes caught something on the floor near her feet, a small red box.
Kneeling down to pick it up, she examined its soft texture. It had become dusty, rolling around in the depths of the TARDIS, and she suddenly felt guilty. She sat down on the swing hanging from the glass ceiling. She took the ring out of the box and studied it, looking at its simple, human nature.
"Vavoom!" The Doctor cried, leaning out of a hole in the ceiling and looking at her upside down.
"Va-what?" She asked confused. The Doctor didn't answer, instead looking at what she held in her hands. She looked back at it too with a sad smile. "It was on the floor down here. It must've fallen down."
The Doctor dropped down clumsily, but stuck his hands in his pockets as if he'd made his entrance with grace and dignity. "Must've." He repeated. "You okay?"
"Yeah." Amy told him, not quite lying. "It's just weird. I had this whole other life planned, and now it never even existed."
"It does in you." He reminded her gently, unobtrusively monitoring her emotions via their empathic link.
"I know. I don't want to forget him; he was a huge part of my life..." She looked up at the Doctor.
"You don't have to. I'm not asking you to." He reassured her. He didn't move any closer, knowing not to push her right now.
"Is it okay that I'm sad, yeah?" She asked. "That's not wrong?"
"Amy, your best friend, your fiancé died." He told her. "It's natural to be sad; it'd be weird if you weren't."
"But I'm so happy about us!" She exclaimed, putting down the ring in her lap, now turning to the Doctor.
"Do the two have to be mutually exclusive?" He asked her, and she smiled softly. "Do you want to go back to before?" He asked her. "Before this started?"
"No." She told him, standing up and walking over to him. "No, I don't." She put the ring back in its box and snapped the lid shut and smiled at the Doctor. He could more than see the smile, though; he could feel it, inside. She was happy; there was sadness in there too, but she was happy. She was okay. "Can we just put this somewhere safe?"
"Of course." He replied, and they both walked back up the steps to the console together. Pressing a few buttons on the console, a drawer slid out, a few inches wide and thick. "It'll be safe there." He told her. She looked at him, hesitant for a portion of a second, before putting it in, and the drawer slid shut behind it; a little bit of Rory, hidden in the TARDIS.
"So what were you 'Vavooming' about?" Amy asked, and the Doctor began working controls around the console.
"I can't believe I've never thought of this before," He dashed to another part of the console, arms flailing around everywhere and Amy chuckled in delight. "It's genius. Right," He pulled down a lever, and the ship jolted. "Landed. Come on." He walked past her, taking her hand.
"Where are we?" She asked as she struggled to keep up with his long legs.
"Planet One," He told her, slowing down. "The oldest planet in the universe, and there's a cliff of pure diamond, and according to legend on the cliff there is writing, letters," He begun gesturing with his hand to demonstrate what letters were. "A message from the dawn of time, and no one knows what it says cos no one's ever translated it. Till today."
"What happens today?" Amy asked apprehensively with a smile on her face.
"Us." He pointed at her nose and dragged her to the door. "The TARDIS can translate anything, all we have to do is open the doors and read the very first words in recorded history."
Amy smiled as they strode majestically to the doors, the Doctor opening them with aplomb. The planet beyond was filled with vegetation, mushrooms growing fifty feet high; Amy felt like Alice in Wonderland, though admittedly not for the first time in her life.
They both looked straight to the cliff, and Amy laughed, grabbing the Doctor and pinching his cheek in amusement. Across the cliff, carved into the ruddy diamond land, lay the words 'Hello Sweety', with what looked like coordinated beneath it.
"Vavoom." She repeated.
Right, my lovelies, first chapter up! I spoilt you a bit in Automatic Sands, with a new chapter (or two) each day, but that probably wont be happening here; University work is stepping up, I'm not writing this over holidays.
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