"My favourite song, 'Sugar Rush' by Cash Cash; most favourite part below.

'You got me all lit up in your fireworks
Come on we'll light the sky
Smokes a shooting fly
Let's give it a chance tonight.' "

Disclaimer ( We need these, all right? ): As painful as it is to continually admit this, I own nothing.

Amy had come running out of the wedding hall towards him, veil flying out behind her, dress bunched up in her hands. He looked shocked, stopping in the doorway of the TARDIS.

"Amy! What're you doing. I wasn't lea—"

"Let's leave." She said, out of breath. He was shocked, his face showing this.

"What—Amy you've just gotten marri—"

"And you've just popped back into my life from wherever in time in space that you disappeared to!" She was rushing past him, taking his hand and pulling him into the TARDIS with her.
He shut the door behind them and looked up at her as she stood, in her wedding gown still, at the console. This couldn't happen.

"Amy…" He started, walking up the little stepladder slowly, trying to think of what to tell her to make her turn back. She cut him off before he could say anything else, taking hold of the lapels of his suit coat.

"Doctor." She said, and her eyes unwaveringly gazing into his. "Doctor take me somewhere. I don't care where, anywhere. Take me somewhere." Something in her voice made his breath hitch in his throat. He took her hands in his.

"Amy. You know I shouldn't."

"You shouldn't have taken me before the night before my wedding. You shouldn't have put me in danger. You shouldn't have done a lot of things, Doctor. Yes, I remember. But please. Right now, I just…I need to go somewhere." She was the one to touch her forehead to his this time. "With you." He put a hand on the back of her head, holding them together for a moment.

"Amy. Amy…Amy." He couldn't think of what to say. This was all he wanted from her, to be with her, for her to want to be with him, for them to run off together somewhere. But this was wrong. She was running away again, and he would be so wrong to take her. "Amy you have to come back here." he said seriously, looking into her eyes. "I can't just take you away now." Slowly, a smile spread over her face.

"That would be true, Doctor, if I was married."

He looked blank, holding her back from him by the shoulders.
"Amy you're in a wedding dress. I was there! They were all there, I saw your family and—"

"You saw the wedding rehearsal. This is my mother's gown." She said, holding up a hand with only an engagement ring on it. "I'm not married." He blinked.

"Not married."

"Not married." She smiled, her arms going around his neck."We have all the time in the universe to be back here, but I want to be with you right now." She said, and her expression had sobered as she gazed up at him.

Not long later, Amy had found a change of clothes in the room she'd stayed in before—somehow they were still there, which amazed her—and they had landed in what had to be Paris (she saw the Eiffel tower off in the distance) but it was certainly years in the future judging by the new buildings, strange bridges that looked like they were made of light and glass, and even the clothes people were wearing.

It was night here, and the one thing that Amy thought would never change, judging by the view, was that Paris was the City of Lights. The Doctor stepped out next to her, and Amy took his hand.
"Well this is definitely my idea of a good trip." She said with a light laugh. He, now back in his usual getup, still looked almost amazed at the fact she was with him.

"Amy—"

"Are you hungry? Let's find a shop that sells pastries—I bet there's all kinds of new desserts now!" She was already pulling him along with her down a lamp-lit street, past lit up windows and people dining at outdoor tables. He let her, following after her, trying to catch up with what was
happening in his head.

Amy wasn't married. Amy had asked him to take her away with him, again, before he was too late for her to be married. Amy was with him in a distant future-Paris, her hand holding his, like nothing had happened. But something had happened. So many things had happened.

"Amy I think we—" She was in rare form for cutting him off tonight, clearly. Backing him up against the door of a closed-up shop suddenly, she had a hand on either side of his shoulders to keep him there.

"Doctor, I want to enjoy this. I want to just be with you and have…have fun! Have fun like we always have! I remembered you. I remembered you!" She cried, and her arms were around him, her face buried in his chest. "I could have never seen you again!" She whispered fiercely. "You could have been gone forever, but I remembered you! That has to mean somethi—that HAS to mean something! I was terrified, thinking something was gone, and something was so wrong. I looked at Rory and I looked at all those people and I didn't see you—and it terrified me. It scared me more than anything has before. It was so…so wrong, suddenly, and I couldn't…I thought back so hard, I knew, I just KNEW that I hadn't lost you. I knew you wouldn't really leave me. And I…I don't…I don't want to leave you." She looked up at him again, and her eyes were gathering tears now. It was all he could do to not just stop them then and there in any way he could. "If you don't want me here, if you don't want to be here, then…then take me home. Just tell me you don't want to be with me, and I won't stop you."

It was like she'd knocked the air out of his lungs.

Not want to be with her. Not want to be with Amy Pond. He took her face in his hands, his thumbs wiping any tears in her eyes away. He kissed her forehead, pulling back to put their heads together.

"Amy Pond. Mad, impossible, Amy Pond." He murmured. "I would never send you away." He replied, and she threw her arms around his neck, pulling him to her as she kissed his cheek, rubbing their cheeks together as he swung her around with a laugh, his arms around her waist. Passersby smiled at the two of them, some laughed, some smiled tenderly, some whispered to one another as they passed.

"Where do you want to go after we buy pastries?" He asked her with a grin. She laughed happily, her feet meeting the ground again.

"Somewhere with every flavor of ice cream there is!"

"…What! Come along, Pond, we can get pastries afterwards. I wasn't aware we were craving ice cream this evening." He smiled brightly at her. This was like it had been before. This was what they had been before. He made her laugh, she held his hand. He basked in the glow of warmth and happiness and adventure and humanity that she exuded, and she kept him close, stayed right at his side, regardless of whatever there was inhuman about him. They were the perfect duo, and they were completely wrong, and they were everything one another needed.

"My Raggedy Doctor." Amy whispered as they stopped before getting into the TARDIS again, touching the end of her nose to his and smiling, her arms around his neck again.

"Amelia Pond, the Girl Who Waited." He grinned, hands locking together at the small of her back.
They moved together to close the distance between them, their lips meeting for only moments, but when they pulled apart, it was enough. Amy seemed to glow with happiness. Her joy radiated off of her like fireworks in a dark sky, and the bliss she was giving off had swept him away with her. They were like shooting stars, trailing around each other for so long without meeting, until now. Now, he felt himself plummeting to some unknown and exciting fate, the two of them holding fast to one another, blazing towards whatever the future held together. He would chance it, with her. He was prepared to face a future, no matter how uncertain and even frightening, with her. They had come together, finally, though, and it felt like he was the one who had been waiting all along for her, without even realizing it.

"The Girl Who Waited." he whispered again, kissing her nose.

"Only for you." She replied, pushing the TARDIS door open and pulling them both inside, the door clicking shut behind them.

A/N: Number 3. I've been trying to get into the swing of writing for them; it's definitely not easy! There's a lot going on inside the Doctor's head that we never really get to see or delve into, and from time to time I end up stopping mid-line and saying to myself 'Wait, would this work...?'
This one was much less canon-compliant, which was new for me, so I'm hoping I didn't muck it up too badly.
Also, this was an attempt to space things a bit better; I'd been trying to work out how to do that, so hopefully this looks better! Thanks for the tip, Amethyst Skulkyrie Cain!