Title: Patterns in the Sky
Rating: G
Word Count: 614
Disclaimers: Not mine. Belongs to BBC and the moff.
Authors Notes: I hadn't written any Amy/11 stuff for at least five months, and this popped into my head while listening to Amy's Theme. It's just a short little thing. Hope you enjoy :)
Two years.
Only two.
She thinks this to be absurd, as they've travelled through thousands and thousands of days and minutes and seconds. Traveled through storms and the trails of stars, traveled together.
But, in the real world, it's been two years.
Just two.
Yes, it's December when they say goodbye, standing out in the freezing night. She rubs her palms together in a frenzy, breathing hot air in between them. She watches him stare at the stars above, his hands in his pockets. She laughs breathlessly.
"Aren't you cold?"
He shakes his head and smiles, first at the moon and then down to her. He pauses for a silent moment before slipping off his tweed jacket and shrugging it around her shoulders. She's quiet as she feels his fingers tense over the muscles, massaging her as she stares at the sky with him.
She knows she has to leave now, or she knows she never will. A small part of her thinks that would be perfect, staying in that mad, blue box with him. But, Amy Pond has always been aware of reality, and she isn't about to start forgetting now.
Not again.
It's hard, of course, to say goodbye. She knows this. After saying goodbye to Rory on the north moon of Foligr, she refused to mourn. He would have wanted her to be strong, and strong she was.
But this is so different.
She stares down from the sky and back to his chocolate eyes. His eyes flutter close and he takes a breath, before turning to her with a broken smile.
"You will be brilliant, won't you?"
Something inside her snaps, and her legs almost give. She nods weakly, muttering,
"Of course."
He nods again, taking her into his strong arms and holding her there as she shakes. He rubs her hair soothingly, and she can feel his hot breath on her ear. She closes her eyes, savoring the feel of him for what may be the last time. She hears his intake of breath as he kisses her head slowly before pulling away.
"Goodbye." She breathes, and he almost scolds her, because he wants to believe so bad that they'll meet again, somewhere amongst the stars.
He snaps and the door opens with a satisfying creak, and the need for tears overwhelms her.
He smiles at her one last time before disappearing inside the TARDIS.
She watches through misty eyes, that wonderful sound echoing in her ears.
She finally breaks, falling to her knees and weeping.
It's then when she realizes she's still wearing his jacket.
Two days tick by slowly.
She feels as if she's dreaming, almost staying outside the entire time, swinging on her old swing. Her hands stay in her lap, his jacket still on, and she realizes that she loves him.
She sleeps with nightmares that night, before she wakes to a soft hand on her bare shoulder.
He's looking at her with a soft smile and three words.
"I love you."
And he tells her that he's only been gone for a moment, but she can see the tiredness in his old eyes and she knows he's lying. It's been years.
The doctor lies.
She takes his hand as he pulls her away, back into the stars and the patterns in the sky. And she stays with him until she grows old and can't go on any more adventures.
So, he shows her things that are new and old and brilliant and wonderful, right in the comfort of his grandfathers bed.
She stays until the moment her heart stops, and maybe even after.
Because, for Amy Pond, reality had left so long ago.