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He watched her in amusment as she drank from the river
"This is crazy," she exclamed smiling. He laughed with her. Wehen he was a boy he'd never really notcied the water. It was water nothing to it. Not important right now, desparetly needed later.
"You seem to like crazy Amelia," he said. She pouted slightly
"Stop calling me that," she said
"Why? I thought we discussed it and thatt it was okay,"
"I suppose," she sighed "But isn't there a better name?"
She knew the name Amelia was lovely. But then who didn't like their own name. She didn't want him to call her Amelia, because Rory did, Rory always did. Just like Rory was always there. But that didn't matter right now.
"How about Pond?" he said motioning towards the yellow water. She smiled happily
"Yes, thats perfect,"
He grinned at her happiness.
"I agree," said a very old oak tree. The lines in the tree like wrinkles in its long face
"Thankyou," said The Docctor, looking at the tree. Amy looked at him, he was acting like talking to a tree was casual
"So is this your girlfriend Doctor?" asked the tree, his voice was loud, yet he was whispereing, and after he'd said each word it disappered into the wind. The doctor blushed slightly. Only slightly
"She's a friend," he said.
"Is that so?" said the Tree looking at Amy. Amy looked back uneasily. It was a tree, she couldn't exactly look him in the eyes
"Yes," she saiid, tuking some hair behind her ear.
"Shame," he whispered "I think you'd make such an adorable couple."
"How old are you?" asked the Doctor, rather rudely in Amy's opinion
"How old are you?" challenged the tree. Amy couldn't help but smirk, as did the Doctor, who silently praised the tree.
"902," said the Doctor proudly
"Ha, I'm 956," said the tree. Making a sound, that Amy connected to laughter. The doctor sighted
"Fine tree, you win this one," he said looking down. He then looked up at Amy "Come along Pond, lets go watch the sun rise and set," he held out a hand to her, which she took as he pulled her up. They walked up to a hill. ANd sat down. They were facing a gap intow mountain, where Amy could make out the faint whisper of a blue shadow. The doctor leaned over and whispered into her ear, as if he was unwilling to break the silence that had fallen between them. "Wait for the suns to come closer,"
She starred at him. The suns were coming closer, could they move in that direction fast enough? She stroked the purple grass. Then words came into her mind, not sure from where, but she spoke them in a soft whisper as the doctor listeneed intently
"All across the universe, people tell tales of one man.
He is beautiful and terrible, like fire and ice.
He is the darkest night, and brilliant sunlight.
He is a man who has seen so much, and lost so many.
He is dangerous and terrifying.
He is wonderful and mad.
He is the ray of hope when all else is lost.
He is the oncoming storm
He is The Doctor,"
He starred at her wide eyed, mouth slightly open. "Amy that was beautiful," he said looking at her. SHe was starring back at him, her eyes blazing. Her red hair glimmering. But his mind was racing. Why had she said that. Sure she had complemeted and insuldted him before but that, that had been ...amazing. "But why? Why did you say that Amy?" he asked quickly. She looked at him
"Because it is everything you are," she said easily, now she was blushing, "I didn't mean to say aloud," she whispered looking ahead, avoiding his gaze. She was blushing he thought as he watched her.
"I'm glad you did," he said watching her. She smiled slightly and turned to face him. He watched her, she was beautiful, by far the most beautiful companion he had ever had. Well this self preffered her. Suddenly bright white light burst out, they looked up to see the suns above the mountains. "Watch this,"
The suns stood by each other, before one began to rise, and one began to fall. Both shooting out, snowy white light. Amy watched in utter amazment. It was beautiful. The doctor looked at the sunset while the past flooded back to him. He missed it. But time would heal his wounds, it always did. Finally it ended
"Wow," said Amy turning to face him properly, he mimicked her acitions.
"I know," he said. He always knew. Then before they knew it, they were leaning in. Their lips met, both soft and warm. And sweet. Then it became more desperate, Amy's hand on his neck pulling him closer, the other hand grabbing his shirt pulling him towards her.
His hand was smoothing her hair, the other one firmly on her waist. Their tongues battling before the Doctors won. Her smell intoxicated him he needed more. He groaned in her mouth, it felt so good, but it was so wrong. He had to stop, he had to. He moved his hand from her hair to her neck, attepmting to push her away, but just before he did, she moaned softly into his mouth. That was too much, he pulled her too him with as much force as he had. He pushed her to the ground and was ontop of her.
They broke away, gasping for air. The doctor was still on top of her, watching her breathe in deeply. She was so beautiful, he knew he was really going to regret what he'd just done, but right now, it really didn't matter. He stroked her soft cheek gently. She met his faze and smiled.
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