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I DO NOT OWN BBC's DOCTOR WHO-OR THE DOCTOR...Waaaah...
I only own the names and personalities of most characters you don't recognize.
No wait, of course I'm Moffat. Yeah! Totally...Now...THE DOCTOR AND AMY END UP TOGETHER IN SEASON 7! At least, that's what I want moffat to do! :D Okay so...This is about the Doctor's wife and children from the day he met Marianna to the day his first child was born to the day his other children were born up until the death of his family..
;( It's sickening to type that..*cries and chokes* dfdsajfkljdfiewojn-Oof! Sorry about that! Okay, so this chappy is about how he met his GORGEOUS wife! BTW...contest...what do you think his children should look like? CONTEST TIME! Whoever picks an AWESOME description gets a special mentioning and Fish custard!(And it ends up in the story, eventually. Please, make them cute and pretty. All girls and one boy please.)
My Wife, Marianna
Her eyes were a stormy gray, with clouds of silver floating by within them. Meadows of playing children danced happily in them, dazzling me every time I looked at her. Her hair was a deep chocolate brown, with rivers of red and strawberry blonde flowing through her long locks. Her laugh was like wind chimes, her smile like the sun.
The first time we met
I strutted out of my TARDIS. This was my second trip.
I was surrounded by a large field, with a small creek running through it. The trees surrounded the large grassy clearing, billowing softly in the wind. The sky was the purest of blue, light and soft and welcoming. The clouds were few, but puffy and homey. Then I saw her.
She was sitting down on the grass by the creek, a big tree with a ladder on it sitting smack dab in the middle of the field, directly beside my TARDIS. Immediately I knew it was a time machine, and she was a Time Lady. I grinned, feeling happy to see one of my own kind again. I pranced up behind her, feeling like a young child again. She turned to look up at me. Her eyes widened, and she bowed her head. He frowned slightly. I was one of the clever ones on myplanet, so that made me a higher rank than many. She must have had worse grades than I, and now felt like she had to bow. Oh no, this beautiful woman should never bow to anyone, I thought. Ireached down and touched her shoulder. She jumped a little, raising her head to meet my eyes.
I was immediately in love.
"Hello, I'm the Doctor. You don't have to bow. Is his your first trip, too?"She nodded.
"I'm Marianna. That treehouse is my TARDIS." People of lower intelligence than I, even one simple number lower, did not get a honorable gift name. They just kept their sacred birth name. I felt proud though; I got to know her name, her true birth name!
"I love that name. Marianna-great name! Like a fairytale."
"Thank you, Doctor. Is this also your first trip?" I told her yes, and we sat down beside one another, talking and laughing. She laughed like she was singing, and sang like she was laughing. I grinned the entire time. She was the one, I just knew it in my heart and soul. She stood up, and I did the same, reluctantly.
"I have to go now. Will I ever see you again?" She asked sadly, looking in my eyes as if she wanted to reach into my soul and curl up in there forever. I wanted to do the same. I truly hoped so. I couldn't let this perfect woman go.
"How about we meet here, right now? I'll travel backwards in time and arrive here again, and you could do the same?" I told her. She nodded enthusiastically. She turned and walked gracefully towards her time machine, turning to me. She smiled the most heartwarming smile I've ever seen, and I couldn't hold myself back. I quickly ran over to her, cupped her face in my hands, and kissed her softly. It was magical. We were both reluctant to pull away. I let go first, but wrapped her in my arms for a tight hug. Then I let her go.
"Gotcha" She murmured, and turned away to climb swiftly up her tree. I smiled and wandered back to my TARDIS in a slight daze, mumbling things. I snapped my fingers, the door swinging open. Once it closed behind me, I leapt up in the air and out of my chest erupted a whoop of triumph. I had just kissed the most beautiful girl in the world, and I was going to see her again soon. I flew off to do more traveling.