Alright, hi! So I forgot to put this in the previous chapter but disclaimer: I do not own any part of nor am I affiliated with the television series Doctor Who or any of it's characters I may use. The character of Emily is of my own creation.
In this chapter, it's fast forward five years and yeah. That's all you really need to know about this chapter, time-wise. And I'll probably stop putting 'third person pov' at the top because it will be third person point of view unless otherwise indicated.
Also, thanks to Moonbeam141 and Hellosweetie4737 for reviewing the first chapter so quickly! You guys both prompted me to write this chapter, like, right away and post it! I apologize if there are errors or whatnot, like I said, this chapter was written literally in the span of two hours. So, enough of my drabbles, enjoy this chapter! xo
Third person POV
Once again, Emily woke up screaming. Five years ago, the Doctor and Amy Pond found her in the wreckage of a building during the middle of WWII. She was six weeks old at the time, far too young to remember anything from that night, but she still claimed to have nightmares about bombs going off and buildings falling on her, and a woman throwing her to safety.
"Mummy!" Emily shrieked when she woke from the terrifying dream.
Amy rolled out of bed and sighed. "Can't you take care of her?" she asked the TARDIS. As usual, she didn't respond. The TARDIS hardly ever responded to people who weren't Time Lords, but it was nice to pretend she wasn't talking to herself when she did that.
Emily grew quickly, considering the fact that she was being raised in a place where time basically didn't exist. As Emily grew, so did her room. Gradually, the little white bassinet turned into a tiny crib, and, finally, a toddler-sized bed with little rails. She was also curious. Whenever the Doctor stopped and decided to go explore, Emily toddled next to him and grabbed hold of his jacket hem, determined to come with him. So he decided, after she learned how to crawl, that safe planets and environments were probably for the best.
Back to the crying child. Amy had entered her room and was soon rocking her in the chair in the corner, whispering silly things like, "The Doctor sleeps with a teddy bear," and "Bunnies can fly, did you know that?" Pretty soon, her breathing evened out and she was gently snoring. The Doctor came in, his hair and pajamas rumpled, to check on them after a few minutes. As the Doctor was a Time Lord, he didn't need to sleep very often, but when he did, he crashed. It took a lot to wake him up, so how Emily did it was beyond Amy's knowledge.
"How are you?" The Doctor asked when he noticed the sleeping girl still being rocked by Amy.
Amy laughed quietly. "Tired."
"You want me to take over?"
She glared at him. "No. You haven't slept in a month. And I know that's bad, even for you. Go back to bed."
The Doctor sighed and took Emily in his arms, tucking her back in the bed. "Only if you go back as well."
"I need to stay and watch over her!" Amy tried to look determined and awake, but a huge yawn that nearly cut her face in half interrupted her. "Okay, maybe some sleep would be good…" and shuffled out of the room.
The next morning dawned clear and bright (on Earth anyways) and Amy was fixing breakfast for the three of them when the Doctor ran in, carrying Emily in the kitchen-firefighter style. "Daddy! Put me down!"
He laughed. "Never!" He carried her around the large kitchen, with Emily beating his back with her tiny fists the entire time. Finally he set her down on the counter near Amy.
"Good morning, Mum!" Emily said brightly, kissing her on the cheek.
"Good morning, Emily bean! What do you want for breakfast?" Amy's eyes widened a bit as she spoke the last word, causing Emily to giggle.
"Cupcakes!"
"Cupcakes? No, you don't want cupcakes! Cupcakes are icky!"
"Daddy, make Mummy make me cupcakes!"
"Amy…"
"She can't have cupcakes for breakfast, Doctor! That's ridiculous!"
"Amelia."
"Doctor."
"Emily!" Emily piped up, happy to be included in the conversation.
"Emily, you are having pancakes. Is that alright?" Amy held a pancake on the spatula, poised over a plate.
Emily pretended to consider this, before nodding eagerly.
Once milk and tea were poured, and pancakes were on the table, the Doctor looked up at Amy. "Now, Amy, I'd like to discuss something with you."
"What's that?"
"I would like Emily to have an education. A decent one."
"I was wondering about that as well. The TARDIS can handle that, right?"
"She can, but I'd rather not have my spaceship/time machine teaching our-I mean, a child. It's just unconventional."
Amy let out a sharp laugh. "That's pretty rich, coming from a Time Lord with two hearts. But you're right. Emily needs a good education, but it would kill you if we were to stay in one place long enough for her to get one."
"Amelia. We do have a time machine. We send her off to boarding school and go to the last day of her schooling for that year, have a vacation for a few weeks, and send her back in the fall, and repeat the process."
Amy furrowed her brow at this suggestion. "Isn't that a bad idea?"
"Why would it be a bad idea?"
"I feel as though we would be cheating at life," Amy replied.
"All done!" Emily cried, throwing up her hands to show her plate was clean… even if her face wasn't.
"Good girl. Let's go get dressed. We'll finish this discussion later." Amy ended the conversation by leaving the table and going to Emily's room. "Oi! Look at this mess! How did it get so messy in the span of twelve hours, little girl?"
The Doctor, meanwhile, heaved a great sigh and put his head in his hands. He hadn't realized suggesting education to Amy would be such a big deal. But then again, she had a point. It wouldn't be fair to do that when all the other parents had to actually wait an entire year before seeing their children again.
That night, after Emily was tucked into bed, the Doctor and Amy were arguing in the Doctor's room.
"I just don't see why we just get a few books and teach her ourselves." Amy was saying.
"Because that's pathetic! Who does that anymore?"
"I'm sure lots of families do that. Doctor, why do you care so much? If I recall, you didn't want the baby in the first place!"
"Well, she grew on me! And she calls me Dad. So I reserve the right to have a say in her education!"
"Fine! We'll do it your way. The cheating, stupid way you came up with. Where do we want to send her?" Amy didn't want to admit it, but the Doctor's idea was insanely clever. They would literally only be gone for an hour or so, before picking her up again at the end of the term. "I'm going to bed. Goodnight, Doctor."
"Goodnight, Amelia."