Chapter 2

"DOCTOR! DOCTOR WAKE UP! WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP!" Something shouted from near his head. He blinked his eyes groggily open. Since when did he actually sleep? He didn't need sleep. What was this? He sat up and saw a little Amy jumping up and down holding a kite. "Auntie's gone! Let's go!" The doctor ran a hand through his mussed thick hair and yawned.

"Go where?" He asked, thinking of all the places he could take her in his TARDIS, but Amy had something simpler in mind.

"There's this hill, and it's so windy outside, and it's the perfect day for a kite! My dad was always going to teach me how to fly one but . . . he never . . ." She stopped and the doctor got a sense of what exactly she didn't say, couldn't find the words for.

"Well of course we'll go fly a kite." He bopped her nose with his finger. Her face lit up again. "Don't you think you should eat something first?" He asked her.

"Fish fingers?"

"And custard." He finished. "Race you there." The ran around the house, the doctor, of course, tripping over his own feet and landing on his face, Amy lost in a fit of giggles, ran to the kitchen just to proclaim her win and then ran back to help her clumsy raggedy man to his feet. They ate breakfast and planned out their day. "Right, so kite flying on the hill!"

"Hide and go seek in the forest!"

"Queens and knights after lunch!"

"And then we can build a fort! I can build the best forts!" She screamed, so excited she was practically shaking.

"That is where you're wrong Pond, I happen to build the best forts. Won two championships on the intergalactic planet of Conond." He said, proudly. She giggled.

"What is Conond?"

"Well, it's a planet. You've never heard of Conond? Surely I told you about it . . ." he trailed off, remembering this Amy wasn't yet Amy. This was Amelia. Totally different incarnations of the same person.

"Goodbye raggedy man."

The doctor gasped, his mind suddenly not here, sitting in the English countryside planning out a day of adventure with the child version of his best friend. Suddenly his mind was there, in the graveyard.

"I will never see you again!"

"I'll be fine . . ."

It was as if all the air left the room. He was left gasping, tears burning his eyes. NO NO NO NO! She couldn't be gone. She was right here. Amy was right here, right now. She had run around the table and stood next to him, placing one tiny hand on his back.

"Doctor? Are you alright? Doctor!" She brought him back to the present. Or the past, if that's how you want to look at it. He straightened up.

"What? Yeah . . . fine." He mumbled, wiping his eyes again. How much was he going to cry? He hated crying.

"You're crying again. Doctor what's wrong?"

"Amy . . . I . . . You wouldn't understand. I'm fine. Let's go fly that kite eh?" He attempted a smile. Amy looked at him suspiciously.

"Okay . . ."

They had a marvelous day. They did fly that kite, and then the doctor tripped over a rock and let go of the string and the wind carried it away, but it was too funny for them to care. They played hide and seek, until the doctor felt started to panic because Amy was far too good at hiding and it was like he had lost her all over again and was running through the woods searching for her. He needed a break after that. They went back home and had lunch, more fish fingers with more custard. And then played pretend, Amy was, of course, queen, and the doctor was a part of the cybermen race, attempting to attack her castles and assimilate her. Of course he lost. Then they built a massive fort, and stayed inside the rest of the afternoon, coloring pictures with crayons (Amy drew a lovely TARDIS he was sure the old girl would love) and reading fairytales (the pandorcia story was a little eerie now that he understood it better) and the doctor told Amy stories he hadn't yet told her, ones he had been meaning to but hadn't gotten the chance. Ones of beautiful planets, adventures he'd had, creatures he'd encountered, lessons he'd learned. And soon, he looked over and realized Amy had fallen asleep, cuddled against him. He kissed her forehead.

"Goodnight Pond." Gradually, he fell asleep too.