Disclaimer: I don't own the Doctor although I would like to! I also don't own "So Beautiful" by Darren Hayes

AN: :( No reviews... Ah Well, on with the uploading! A shorter second chapter here, I have a feeling that they are ever decreasing in length from here on but hopefully still good!

Mary Jane


She was sat there talking to her friends and smiling here or there, but it was a pretence. A pretence that she had kept up ever since she had met them a day after the Doctor left her here. Everyone was the same, her friends were the same, they had the same interests, the same kind of boyfriends or partners and the same jobs. It was great living in a world where your friends have so much in common with you, that was until you got bored of talking about the same things over and over again. Her life had slipped into monotony, and she could see that the only reason she had decided to stay here, her family, was similar in this monotony. Everything was too perfect, even her family, the people she did this for, were unhappy. They didn't say it, they didn't show it, in fact they probably didn't realise it, but life was definitely better before things were perfect.

All Amelia wanted was some variety. Just for once she wanted something to go wrong; something to be imperfect, like she was; she wanted someone to shout at her "Run", and for her to drop everything and run, like she was running for her life, knowing that in fact she was running for her life. She didn't admit it, not even to herself, but she missed the exhilaration that running with the Doctor meant. Now she wanted to go back, and change it all back to how it was. This world wasn't perfect it was the antipathy of perfect; she just didn't see that until it was too late. The doctor had already left her, she couldn't turn back to him and say, "Actually I was wrong", she smiled to herself as she thought about his reaction to an admission like that.

The meal was lovely; perfect in fact, a wondrous feast of her favourite foods, but it didn't last. After they had eaten their deserts one of the waiters came over holding a covered platter and tapped her on the shoulder,

"I'm sorry Miss, but I have been asked to deliver this to you, with instructions to read the note before opening the platter."

He handed her the note and then almost hovered behind her shoulder, but that wasn't what baffled her, it was the strange request, the whole mystery behind it all. She carefully opened the note and began to read,

Whether I'm right or wrong, there's no phrase that hits. Like the ocean needs the sand...

Mentally she completed the phrase, "Or a dirty old shoe that fits."

It was only when her friends asked her what she was on about that she realised she had said it aloud. They were lines from her favourite song, but the song didn't exist in this world, it wasn't perfect, it had been written out of history when the Universe was changed.

"Well aren't you going to see what you've been sent?" One of her friends encouraged, pulling her from her thoughts with a start.

Tentatively she lifted the cover, to see it sitting there, a white converse shoe with laces tangled up, streaked with mud and signs of wear all over it.

Then it clicked she realised, what was happening. She turned to the waiter,

"Sorry but who sent this?"

"I am terrible sorry, it is an absolute mockery that somebody would send such an atrocious thing in a place like this, I had no idea." He replied.

"No, you're not in trouble, I just want to know who sent it, I need to return their shoe."

"It was a gentleman sitting by the bar in a blue suit, I believe, just there," he pointed "but he appears to have left."

Quickly she leapt up and ran towards the doors of the restaurant, into the foyer to see him just about to leave.

"Wait!" she called, he turned around as she continued, "You appear to be missing a shoe," she said as she held out the converse.

"Am I? Oh yes, glad you spotted that," he said looking at his feet during the exchange.

He had avoided looking her in the eye, that was all she wanted to see his eyes again, for them to reassure her everything was going to be all right.

As he took the shoe from her and began to put it on he started to talk,

"You know, if all the world were perfect I would only ever want to see your scars." He looked up at her now, "They can have their Universe, I'll be in the dirt, designing stars."

She looked right into his eyes and saw the safety that she once saw every day, but she couldn't bring herself to say anything more. What could she say other than finish the lyrics that he had been dangling in front of her since the platter arrived? Instead she just stood there, watching him straighten up and look at her at eye level, then turn and leave. She was transfixed; everything at that moment in time was perfect. The Doctor was perfect. It didn't end there though, just as he reached the door he looked back at her and said,

"If you ever change your mind, you are welcome to join me you know. You'll know where to find me"

And then he was gone, the one moment of perfection in an all too perfect world had gone, and Amelia was back where she started. Alone in the world, surrounded by friends, but all too alone.