Hello Everyone! I'm Hopecohen. Thank you all for reading this piece of fiction. This is my first fanfiction so I'm a little out of my depth. So please be constructive and kind in the reviews.
Also I feel the need to mention, that I do not plan on regular updates (*hides in shame*) but when I do finish a chp. I will put it up. Also reviews will make me feel good enough about myself to continue to write faster. Again thank you!
Chapter 1: Amy Expresses her Dislike and an Old Biddy is Coming
"Amelia, come on sweetheart time to wake up," Amy hated mornings. They always came too early, especially when sleep came late in the night. "Amelia if you don't get up I'll be forced to dump ice on your back!" Rose warned. Like a flash Amy Pond was up. Rose was great, but she didn't make idle threats.
The first thing Amy saw when waking up was the white of her bedroom roof. Then Rose. Though ten years had passed since they first met, Rose didn't look a day older then when she had arrived. Rose had often told her the tales of when she traveled with the Doctor. But the one where she became the Bad Wolf had always been her favorite. Not because, Rose had saved the Doctor but because Rose became all powerful. And seeing as Rose was, the epitome of perfection, in her mind, that was perfect.
Though Rose as an immortal sometimes made her sad though. If anyone deserved everything it was Rose but the idea of her being made to live alone scared Amy. When she spoke her concerns, Rose simply told her, "It was for the Doctor, and I won't be alone when I see him again."
It had been twelve years, but Amy hadn't seen Rose so much as look at anyone else. She hated that man more and more. First he had let Rose become immortal to save him, then lost her, then Rose had to find him, then he had tried to leave her, Rose wouldn't let him and revealed that she maintained the part of the Bad Wolf and was now immune to age, disease, and injury, and finally he left and hadn't returned in twelve years. The man clearly didn't know what a jewel he had.
Amy's love of Rose had not diminished over the years, when it became clear that the Doctor would be late (if ever he was coming back). Rose, who had the Doctor's psychic paper with her, called herself Amy's cousin and became her legal guardian. Amy no longer came home to an empty house. Rose had cooked for her, helped her with her homework, cuddled her, told her stories, played with her, helped her through her first date, and her first heartbreak. Rose was the perfect combination of sister, mother, and best friend.
So, Amy hated the man that Rose loved, and missed. Anyone who hurt or spoke badly of her Rose got a beating. From Tommy Roderick age 13, who called Rose a name she hadn't understood the exact meaning of at the age of 7, but whom she had beat until he cried, to the old gossiping biddies who didn't like Rose because of her 'past travelling' and youth.
"Amelia?" Rose was looking at her oddly. "Are you alright?"
Amy smiled. Rose was only person who she allowed to call her Amelia. Amy smiled up at her. "Yup," she said popping the word. "Just perfect!"
Rose looked amused, "Well just remember the Mrs. Haversham is coming over soon." And with that sentence so fell Amy's mood.
Mrs. Haversham was one of the nicer older biddies but she was exhausting. She had lost her husband about twleve years ago to cancer. She herself had never been able to have children, so she was sort of the town busybody. She was a sweet old lady but she was always seemed to poke into people's lives and try to help by poking sore wounds open. When Rose had first arrived, Mrs. Haversham had been one of the people who had tried to talk Rose out of taking care of her. She didn't believe that Rose at the tender age of 18 (that was the ruse so she could stay longer without more suspicion), with no A levels, and no man could take care of Amy. Thankfully Rose had ignored the old baggage and stayed. Mrs. Haversham along with all the other nosy busybodies had been impressed at how well Rose had managed to raise Amy.
Amy had always been wild, but Rose had directed that to a creative outlook. Rose had also while raising Amy, gotten a job, and went back to school. She had managed to get degrees in both literature and in doctoring. Amy had bragged for a week until Suzie Carpenter had told her to stop gloating, to which Amy responded by throwing mud on Suzie's new dress.
Mrs. Haversham had grown to respect Rose, but still couldn't resist putting her two bits in. She and many of the older females had been trying to match Rose up for years. They kept saying things like, "You're so young and pretty you may as well use those looks while you have them, " (Hah! If only they knew!) or "God made men and women for a reason, I know some lovely boys…". Normally Amy encouraged this, the Doctor clearly wasn't good enough for Rose, but then she had hit teenagedom and they decided that she should be matched up too. That wasn't as bad though as the look Rose got on her face when they did try to match her up. The cover story was that the Doctor was Rose's fiancée, but he had gone off to help people in Africa shortly after meeting Amy. He was unsure about how long he would be but had promised to come back. Rose was supposed to be waiting for him. The first few years people had left her more or less alone in the romance department, but after five people in town started talking about how he either died in war torn Africa, or left and had no intention of coming back. The old birds moved in quickly like they sensed a dying animal. Despite all their attempts, and tricked dates, Rose politely declined each and told them she had faith in the Doctor. Some thought it was romantic and left Rose alone for a while, until the thought of playing fairy godmother and matchmaker rolled into one was too much and they started up again. The more kind Rose was the more it hurt to see Rose alone, so they tried again. Some of the men had been decent others simply dreadful, but Rose while Rose may have accepted even one date, she would never truly date anyone besides Him, making Amy hate the Doctor more.
Rose had left her to get dressed which she did slowly (putting on a more daring top just to hear Mrs. Haversham tut disapprovingly) and walked downstairs. Rose was busy cooking. She loved trying new recipes and laughing at the results with Amy. She was good at it to. She had tried teaching Amy but after the third fire and eighth ruined pot, they had decided for everyone's safety that Amy not be allowed near the kitchen. Today's recipe was strawberry chocolate crepes, a favorite of both Amy and Rose.
After setting the table Amy stole some of the strawberries and moaned with joy at the taste. Rose playfully slapped Amy with a spoon, with a chiding "Amy save some for the crepes!" A little while later both were sitting down with a slightly unhealthy large stack of crepes talking about whatever came into their heads when the conversation turned to Mrs. Haversham's upcoming visit.
"I don't see why the old baggage…" Amy began.
"Amy! Watch your language towards the elderly!" Rose cut in.
"Sorry Rose." Amy said rolling her eyes. "Anyway I don't see why the elderly, respectable, woman has to come so early. I thought old people slept in late!"
"Thats a stereotype and its wrong. The stereotype is that the elderly go to bed early and get up early. Also its now ten in the morning, not everyone thinks that sleeping 'til noon is healthy." Rose countered with a small smirk.
"I stay up late," Amy pouted.
"Yes, running around doing kiss-a-grams, I suppose?" Rose asked nonchalantly.
Amy spit out a sip of orange juice she had just taken. This was bad. Rose would never have approved of the part time job she had taken. But really it was easy money even if most of the blokes weren't the best looking chaps. Clearing her throat nervously Amy wondered if claiming denial would work, but the look in Rose's eyes told otherwise. Amy was caught with her hand in the cookie jar.
"It's not that bad," Amy said trying to show Rose that it wasn't that bad. "It's just kissing and its not like, its hurting anyone. Also it's a pretty good paying job and.."
"Amelia." Rose sighed, "Its not that simple." Rose seemed to take a deep breath before continuing. "I ever tell you why I dropped out?" Amy just shook her head. "Well there was this guy, and for him I dropped everything…"
"The Doctor?" Amy asked with just a tad of venom.
"What? No. Long before I met him. The man's name was Jimmy Stone. Anyway…"
"But you did drop everything for the Doctor didn't you?" Amy pressed on. "I mean I've heard the tales! You left your job, your boyfriend, your mother and father, and finally your mortality. He keeps taking from…"
"Amelia Rachel Pond! How dare you say that!" Rose countered
"Well, why not!" Amy's yelled back anger flaring to life. "He is a horrible man! Running around never staying in one place, leaving people behind once he gets bored, and he's done this to you and you don't accept it. He's not coming back Rose! You're not stupid so why must you keep believing in him? How are you so sure he hasn't just left you like Jack or Sarah Jane? Maybe this new regeneration he has, doesn't want you! He's now changed maybe you don't know him anymore! You need to forget about him! You…"
"That is enough." Rose didn't shout. She didn't raise her voice but the power and emotion behind it made Amy stop mid-tirade.
Rose took a deep breath and looked up. To Amy's guilt there were tears in Rose's eyes. Rose rarely cried, and never in front of Amy. Amy had once or twice come upon Rose when she wasn't supposed to at night crying softly into her pillows. She had wanted to go in but couldn't find the words. By the next morning Rose would be chipper and nothing would be out of place. Still Rose had never cried in front of Amy, not the time Rose got a nail through her foot and they had to take it out at home because the doctors would notice her healing to fast, or the time that one of girlfriends died in a car accident, or the times that Amy and everyone else had told her exactly what they thought the doctor might be doing in blunt hurtful terms. Rose had accepted their ideas but hadn't yielded or shed a tear. Now tears were starting to pour silently and swiftly down her cheeks and Amy couldn't remember ever feeling this guilty.
Frozen in that moment until a loud knock cracked through the painful awkward silence. Mrs. Haversham had arrived. "Will you please get that Amelia?" Rose asked standing up and heading to the bathroom. Unable to get Rose last image out of her mind Amy opened the door for Mrs. Haversham.