The Diary of Amy Pond

by Liv Lemon

I only have one written now, but my goal is to have this be a collection of Amy's diaries. Suggestions welcome, please r and R

The diary of Amy Pond. No, I don't own it. If I did, Matt Smith would be doing a lot more of the sexy stuff. Trust me. And off we go!

"Ship log" entry one:

I found this tattered, green notebook deep in the maze of hallways on the TARDIS, written in by someone who would not mention her name but described spectacular adventures on the time machine. Making peace on inter-galactic wars that threatened to destroy the universe, planets of dust, planets of water, an entire universe of things that I couldn't dream up but that this woman- another companion of the Doctor's had experienced first hand. She talked of a library that stretched across an entire planet, of the day Pompeii burned.

Well, little green book, you would know. You were her confidante.

I decided to keep a log of my own. How amazing would it be, in 20 years to show my son a book of my adventures, the wonders I've seen?

Because I've seen some things in my day. It's barely breakfast in my day, and I have so much of this ahead of me.

By our body clocks it is nighttime. Rory is asleep, and the doctor and I are on the TARDIS's main deck, where he is tinkering with her pipes or wires or both.

Today we visited the most glorious place. A large planet, but barely inhabited. Only scattered peaceful tribal villages. You see, around it is a dense, ever-stretching cloud of asteroids, going round and round in the great gravity that the planet has from it's size. On the inner layer of the Asteroid atmosphere, there is comets, so many comets that have gotten trapped there over the millennia.

Down, down, down below, under an extensive atmosphere there is the beauteous planet. Covered in massive, shallow oceans of pale blue waters. Coastally, there is fine sand but deeper in there is the most colorful sea landscape you've ever seen. On the land, there is beautiful thick foliage with fruitful and flowery trees, over a grass so supple…. I wanted to just lay there forever.

First, the Doctor slowed the TARDIS to what might be called a stroll and we looked on the landscape. We stopped to explore and swim a bit. We set up "camp" on a high up hill in a clearing. As the blue sky turned to blackness, we waited in the pitch dark for a few minutes. And then our show began. So, so many shooting stars all about, overwhelming beauty.

The three of us lay down on a wool blanket, Rory holding my close, and with my other hand, clutching the doctor's as a show of affectionate friendship. Today was almost too good to be true, but it was.

You know, back home, I always watched the stars. Sometimes it made me cry. To think about the entire universe out there. How small my life was. It took tons and tons of metal just to go to our own moon. We had never left our own tiny solar system much less explored the far stretched of our galaxy. But there were thousands upon thousands of galaxy, billions upon billions of stars, gazillions of planets.

A few things made me feel better. That one day, my raggedy doctor would come back and my life, however tiny, could be sent to explore the deepest throes of our universe. Black holes. Other planets, other galaxies! I could meet Shakespeare, Einstein, Christie, Melville, Van Gogh! (Van Gogh was rather fond of me, and quite handsome.) And also that the human race had billions of years ahead of them to make there lives big. To be much more than a level five planet.

I'm tired and the doctor is beginning to hum, so I do believe I'll be going to sleep now. But I'll write again.

Love,

Amelia Jessica Pond

Thanks for reading! I would love reviews, and if you could suggest other situations for her to write about, even past ones, that'd be awesome! Thanks.