'You need to stop believing in me.' He held her face in his hands and spoke solemnly, clearly seeing the little girl who'd sat on her suitcase waiting for him. Seeing the girl who'd waited.
Amy looked at him, my lovely Amy, and the confusion on her face broke my heart. I'd wanted her to stop relying on him for so long, and now that it was happening I wanted him to shut up.
He wasn't just taking away the faith she had in him that had got her through so much before- that was getting her through the hunt for Melody- but he was taking away her childhood.
'I made you wait for me,' the Doctor continued, his voice even. I looked at him. He was wearing his maddening poker face, but I knew…I hoped he was hurting half as much as my Amy was.
My Amy.
Weird that she's my Amy and I can accept that all her faith and belief is in a man who isn't me. All her trust is in this Doctor who isn't even human, who abandoned her for her childhood and let her believe in him. The Doctor who stole her from me the night before our wedding!
But I look at her, and I look at him. My Amy and her Doctor. She's so…lovely. She is, and I wish she'd put all her trust in me. But I know that I'd break her. I wouldn't trust me, if I'm honest. I can wait. The last centurion. But I'm not the girl who waited. I don't the patience. I don't have the faith.
Well, that's not true. The Doctor said to me that I don't have faith- I'm not religious or superstitious. It's weird that he can say that with such certainty, thinking he's right like always. But he's not.
I have faith, so much faith, it's not believable to some people. But I do have it. It's like the faith Amy had in the Doctor. She knew he'd come back.
She knew he'd be there, and that he'd always save. Knew that he'd always be there for her.
I'm the same about Amy.
She's always going to be there for me. She's never going to leave me behind. And if she does, she's always going to come back.
I love my Amy Pond- the girl who waited.
And I know that if she loses her faith in the Doctor, she'll have to put it somewhere. And hopefully it will be in me. In the boy who waited- the last centurion.