So, I was going to upload this 6 hours ago... But I had a class, and I had to get food. And then I had work study. And then I had actual studying. And then I needed more food.
Anyways, here is the third chapter!
Amy was sitting upside down on a couch in the library, while Rory sat (right-side up) next to her, reading aloud from some historical fiction novel written in the 27th century. They were waiting on the Doctor to finish shopping ("bartering" was the word he had used) for parts for the TARDIS, so he could take them to a pleasure planet in the Draxxel Quadrant. He wanted to make up missing Rio by taking them to a planet that human colonists had devoted to Carnival.
Amy was swinging her feet up and down over the back of the sofa, examining a bit of chipped polish on her thumb nail, debating whether the chip warranted completely redoing the polish, and what color she should paint them next. She glanced at the bookshelf against the wall opposite the couch, and was surprised to see a line of photographs she'd never noticed before.
"Rory?" she asked, waiting til she had his full attention from the novel. "You ever seen those pictures before?"
Rory looked up. "No. The TARDIS must have put them there."
"But where would she have gotten them from? The Doctor doesn't seem to like pictures much," she responded, thinking back to all the times Amy had tried to get a few snapshots with him. "And the frames are a little… feminine; I mean, pink? That's not really his style."
Swinging her feet around, Amy toppled from the couch and pulled herself up. She walked over to the shelf, intent on examining the pictures a little more closely.
She saw that nearly every picture had a young blonde present and that about half had her with a large-eared man in a leather jacket, and the other half with a skinny, younger man in a brown suit. In some of the pictures, a handsome man with dark hair was with the blonde and the leather-wearing man. In all of the pictures, everyone present was smiling; more often than not, they were caught mid-laugh.
"Funny, the Doctor isn't in any of these pictures… I wonder who this girl is?"
Rory stood and came up next to her. "Maybe it was someone who used to travel with him. And one of these guys could be the Doctor before this regeneration, couldn't it?"
"I guess…" She examined the brown-haired one, unable to help noticing that his clothing looked familiar… "But, the Doctor doesn't smile like this. It's weird. And look at this one's suit, doesn't it look—"
Suddenly the Doctor's voice filtered through the doorway. "Ponds! Where have you got off to? I found this beautiful part for the TARDIS… It should help me la— it should keep the TARDIS from changing the coordinates so often. Want to give it a go?"
And then the library door opened, and the Doctor stepped into the room. He had his usual goofy grin in place, and was waving around some sort of techno-bit like it was candy on Easter morning. He had obviously intended to keep babbling, but had stopped when he noticed the shelf of picture frames.
Immediately, his whole face darkened, like he'd just found a Dalek hiding in his ship.
"Where did you get those?"
Amy blinked, shocked by the harsh tone. "We… They were… I just noticed them sitting here. We thought the TARDIS had put them out."
His face turned to the ceiling. "I thought I told you: keep her things in her room where they belong!" He shouted this as if it was an ongoing issue, something he'd been fighting with the sentient ship about for… weeks? Months?
Amy glanced back at Rory, who looked just as confused as she felt. "Her? Who's 'her'?"
The Doctor's eyes shot back to her face. They flitted briefly to the pictures, then back to her. "No one. Doesn't matter."
"I think it does matter, Raggedy Man," Amy replied stubbornly. As she said this, Rory gasped.
"The suit! The raggedy suit, it's this one!" Amy turned her head to see Rory pick up one of the pictures and point to the pinstriped man. "See, it looks just like the one he was wearing when he w—"
The Doctor stepped forward then, snatching the photograph from her husband, and then stacking up all the pictures into his arms, before stomping out of the library and down the hall. Sparing another glance at Rory, Amy ran after her best friend, intent on discovering what was wrong.
There will be another part to Amy and Rory's story. It was getting kind of long in comparison to the others. I'm also planning on doing at least one for Clara. So there will be at least five parts to this (not four, like I said in chapter 1)
