note: in this story, each chapter will show what happened between episodes. this is more like a writing exercise for me rather than a full-fledged story. i'm watching the series right now (trying to catch up before season 7 premiers!) and after every episode, i'll write a chapter and post it. so, expect quick updates!

this starts with series 5 when amy comes in and will eventually end with amy's last episode on doctor who. because amy is my favorite. and yes, if it isn't obvious, i ship amy/eleven so hard, but this will remain canon to the show.

what happened between the first two episodes "the eleventh hour" and "the beast below" is already filmed, so i'm not going to write about it. if you haven't seen the bonus scene, go to youtube and search "meanwhile on the tardis 1." this chapter starts after episode 2.

running away
between "the beast below" and "victory of the daleks"

"You know what I said about getting back for tomorrow morning?"

Amy pauses and the Doctor watches her expectantly. Behind him, the TARDIS awaits, practically pulling Amy in with some magnetic force field of intergalactic adventure. It just seems so easy, being with the Doctor (excluding the almost getting swallowed by a star whale part.) When she's with the Doctor, "tomorrow" suddenly loses its meaning, for she could potentially spend a million years in that blue box and still be back for morning, technically. She could potentially evade "tomorrow" forever, without ever really evading it at all.

"Have you ever run away from something because…because you were scared?" she continues. "Or not ready? Or just because you could?"

"Once, a long time ago."

"What happened?"

"Hello." The Doctor smiles and Amy doesn't really understand.

Perhaps he isn't taking this very seriously. She has to tell him. She has to tell him just exactly what "tomorrow" entails and why when the Doctor arrived fourteen years too late, she still took his offer of escape without looking back.

But then Winston Churchill calls and the Doctor lights up like he's talking to an old school mate and Amy's previous confession quickly gets forgotten. The Doctor hangs up, fiddles with the console, and then the TARDIS starts moving again.

"You know Winston Churchill," Amy deadpans in disbelief. "How many Prime Ministers do you have on speed-dial?"

"Well, there's Harriet Jones, remember her? Harriet Jones, Prime Minister," he mimics the ex-Prime Minister's trademark self-introduction. "Rose and I actually convinced her to run for office, you know. Well, and then I was responsible for removing her from office later on. Oh, but at least she was human. You know Harold Saxon? Yeah, spoiler alert, he was actually a Time Lord. Wow, that sounded like the punch line to a bad joke—"

"Wait, wait, wait," Amy interrupts his rant. "Harold Saxon was a Time Lord, like you? But I thought you said you're the last of the Time Lords, that there aren't any left."

The Doctor's jovial expression disappears and he moves to the other side of the central console, avoiding eye contact with his new ever-curious companion. "He was a Time Lord…Ah, but what were we talking about? Yes, other Prime Ministers I know. I have such a rocky relationship with the government."

Amy chases after the Doctor until the two are going in circles around the console. "Earlier, you said something about being a parent. Did you once have children? What happened—"

"Good old Winston and I go way back—"

"And who's Rose?"

"And Margaret Thatcher! How could I forget about her?"

"Doctor! Would you quit changing the subject! It's like you're…" Amy doesn't finish her sentence because A) she was about to say it's like you're running away from your past and she realizes that's what the Doctor's comment had meant in the first place, and B) at that moment, the Doctor abruptly turns around and Amy, who had been relentlessly following him around, abruptly walks smack into him.

The Doctor angrily slams his hands onto the edge of the console, one on either side of Amy, so she is, for all intents and purposes, trapped. Her questions have gone too far this time. He's glaring at her now, no trace whatsoever of the smiling Raggedy Doctor she'd always known, and for the first time, Amy is afraid of the Doctor. He has such raw power behind those old alien eyes and she is but a weak human in comparison. He could kill her, right now, and "tomorrow" will come (or perhaps it never will, she's not quite sure) and no one in Leadworth will ever know what became of Amelia Pond, the girl who disappeared the night before her wedding without looking back.

But the Doctor's anger only lasts a few seconds, extinguished by the look of fear on Amy's face. He sighs, a tragically heartbreaking sigh, and for a few seconds more, he lets all pretenses drop and his eyes show the wretched pain of the memories Amy's questions brought to mind. The sadness is so suffocating, she has to gasp for air. Poor Doctor, her poor, poor Doctor. And then his head falls forward until it is unceremoniously resting on her shoulder.

A lot of bad stuff happened, he'd told her. And I'd love to forget it all. But I don't. Not ever.

They stand like that until the TARDIS lands, his head on her shoulder, bodies pressed together so Amy could feel his prominent heartbeat—no, heartbeats in a quick rhythm of four.

"So, when I asked if you've ever run away…?" she whispers.

"I'm still running," he replies.

She is just about to raise her arms to hug the Doctor back when he drops his arms and steps back, releasing her. She awkwardly lowers her arms to her sides.

"We're here!" the Doctor announces, transitioning back to his cheerful self always changing the subject away. "As lovely as your nightie is, there's a war out there so you might want to change. There should be a closet of woman's clothing, uh, well, somewhere in here. I haven't really explored the new TARDIS yet."

Amy nods and walks off in the general direction the Doctor pointed. In the end, the Doctor still didn't really answer any of her questions. But the thing they just shared, that tender moment when he allowed himself to be vulnerable, Amy thinks that's the most truth the Doctor has revealed to anyone in a long time. Maybe that's why he needs a companion, so he has someone to tell the truth to, every once in a while. So she smiles, glad her Doctor trusts her so, and goes in search of the TARDIS's wardrobe, wondering what kind of outrageous adventure the Doctor will get her into next.

Sure enough, when she returns, the Doctor already has his head sticking out the door.

"Amy," he calls. "Winston Churchill."