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"Oh…my God. Amy did you- Amy?" Rory said, still in his nurse scrubs. He'd worked the night shift at the hospital, but had promised his girlfriend that he'd meet her at the local café for a cuppa and to watch first contact. It was the sort of thing she absolutely loved to watch. He supposed it was because of that Raggedy Doctor imaginary friend she'd had when she was younger. But she sat like a statue- unmoving but with fear and grief written on her features.
"Amy?" he said again, touching her hand.
She jumped at the contact and looked at him with unshed tears in her eyes. "…Rory?"
"That's me. Amy, are you alright? What's wrong?"
"I-I don't…" she trailed off, looking around the small café in what seemed to be disbelief. "What happened?" She wiped a tear away with her fingers and stared at the wetness on them.
"The President was killed. Amy," Rory said, taking her hands in his, "are you alright?" He looked at the red head with deep concern. She was much paler than normal and her pulse was racing. The death of the American President at the hands of some aliens was a horrible event to be sure, but it seemed like something else was upsetting her. Everyone else- well, the five other people in the café- were staring at the now fuzzy screen of the television in shock. But Amy… she kept looking at the room and the buildings outside as if she were surprised they were still standing.
"I'm…I'm not sure. I don't know," she sniffed, reaching for a napkin to wipe away her tears. "How are you still…"
"How am I still what?"
"N-never mind," Amy said, shaking her head and giving him a halfhearted smile.
"Amy, tell me. Come on."
She looked down at her lap and closed her eyes. "How are you still…alive?"
Now it was the nurse's turn to be shocked. "What?"
"Nothing. Sorry. Just…stupid," she sighed, looking out the window once more and shaking her head. There were a lot of things Amy Pond could not explain. Her insistence that the Raggedy Doctor was real, the feeling that she knew that man in a leather jacket she'd bumped into the other day…it was a long list. This just added to it.
"Are- are you sure?" Rory asked. Why on Earth would she think he had died? They'd just been sitting there drinking their tea and watching telly. It wasn't as if they were the ones where ever first contact had been made with the aliens of death. They were far away from any danger. Safe and sound. That was Leadworth.
"Yeah," Amy said, turning back to him with a bit more genuine smile. "It…it was nothing."
"Right…" Rory said. He wouldn't ask. There were just some things better left unexplained.
A/N: I know that there's a bit of wibbley-ness in regards to what Amy remembers about past events dealing with the Doctor [see Victory of the Daleks] but this idea came to me when figuring out the 'when' of Amy's time line and realized that quite a few events would happen that she might connect to her Raggedy Doctor. I also have a sort of headcanon that she'd remember at least a bit of the Year that Never Was because she grew up with that crack in the wall.
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