Where is it? Come one?
The Doctor rummaged through the TARDIS wardrobe until he found it, his raggedy Doctor suit that young Amelia first saw him in.
She wouldn't know that he was gone a long time for her it would have been five minutes.
"Yes." He said, pulling it out of a trunk. He had tossed hats and feathery scarfs out of it, along with various other articles of clothing. And a glob that served as the Carionite's prison. There was faint screeching as he threw it over his shoulder. Fortunately it landed in a big pile of clothes.
Finally dressed he came back down to the console room. River was already there, reading over her book. Her eyes fell on him, and she raised an eyebrow.
"What are you wearing?" She said aghast. "And please don't say that it's cool."
"No." He said, his voice seemed to have a brief sadness too it. "I'm going to go see Amy."
Dear God, he's finally lost it. River momentarily thought. She must have flinched slightly. And he must have seen it, for he added, "Sorry, little Amelia." He was always able to see through her, well her future Doctor. "Waiting for me in her garden." He continued. "It's in the afterward." He headed toward the door. "In the meantime make yourself comfortable. I should be about ten...fifteen minutes..." He paused slightly before turning back to her. "Give or take, knowing me you might have to wait awhile."
"I'm always waiting for you sweetie." River said with a smile.
I know. The Doctor sadly thought. That's what killed Amy. But I have to do one more favor.
Amelia waited for the strange man in the blue box to return. She started to have her doubts. He was like just all the other adults. They promised children something and they never did it. Just because he fell out of the sky didn't mean anything was different.
Then she lifted her head. The beautiful sound she heard as his blue box had gone, rung in the air. He was coming back.
He stepped out, looking just as he did five minutes ago, like he never left.
"So it really is a time machine?" Little Amelia pretended not to be impressed. He still kept her waiting.
The Doctor knew this because he knew Amy. An echo of the woman she would become was there. Like mother like daughter.
Amelia could pretend, and he would pretend not to be sad.
"Would I lie?" The Doctor took offense to this, though he would lie but he hadn't.
Amelia sighed and rolled her eyes. "Adults do."
He walked up to her. "Yeah well, " He said, crouching down to make eye contact with the child who was still sitting on her suitcase. "They do. But I'm not like most adults. There's no point in acting childish, you're an adult, that's what they think. Do me a favor, don't grow up."
"I won't." Amelia stood up to grab her suitcase.
"Not yet." He stopped her. "I have something better for you."
"What? You mean I can't come?" Amelia's face began to scrunch up in an angry frown. "But you said..."
"Five minutes I know. I do have something better. And it is. I have a story to tell you and it is a good one. So keep your listening ears on."
She looked at him with intent, then after a moment she set down her suitcase and perched herself back on top of it.
"Once upon a time there was a girl who waited. waiting for her imaginary friend who promised he'd come back to show her one day what real fairy tales are made of. But he didn't come back so she had to wait a real long time. But if she's patient the days are coming that she will never forget, the girl will go to sea to fight pirates, she'll fall in love."
Amelia made a face, "Ick."
"Don't make that face. I know it's all mushy adult stuff. I'm not finished. It gets better. Trust me Pond, now where was I?" It took him a second to remember where he left off. "She'll fall in love with a man who will wait even longer, 2,000 years just to keep her safe. And she'll save a star whale in outer space..."
"You're right it does get better."
" Pond, let me finish."
"Sorry. It's an interesting story."
"It will be." He paused. "And as for the girl who waited and the she fell in love with, the last centurion they'll fight terrible monsters and they will try to tear them apart. They would make a sacrifice to save each other and she'll do anything to be with that man, the boy who waited."
It was an amazing story, young Amelia thought. But why was he sad? She wouldn't understand till later, until the girl who waited finally grew up.
All that mattered now was that he came back for her. Her raggedy man always kept his promises.
She was crying now in the graveyard because she knew he would be sad later. And she wouldn't be there for him, but her Rory needed her more. He was alone. She couldn't leave Rory to die old and alone. The Doctor had River and would always find someone else. He always needed someone. So it broke her heart, knowing he'd be sad. She cried for him. "Raggedy man." She wanted to see him one last time. It was better thank blinking any old day. Then she saw his face, not the way she wanted, sad and broken. It was too late and she said her last word to him, though it would probably hurt him more. How else could she sum up the words, how much she loved him. You said, "Goodbye." to the ones you loved. She said it and then was gone forever.
Her raggedy man would be ok, as long as he wasn't alone.
This is the story of Amelia Pond." The Doctor was saying to little Amelia. "And this is how it ends."
She had fallen asleep after that. He carried her back to her room and tucked her into bed. "Bye, Bye, Pond." He kissed her on the head again like he did so many times before. Only this time he said, "And you know what, gothcha."
He crossed through the kitchen, the last time he would set foot in this old house, the last memory of Amelia Pond, the girl with the name in a fairy tale.
Stuff of fairy tales and dreams.
As he left, his shadow shown across the kitchen, the last signature of his presence.
AN: I watched the Eleventh Hour commentary after watching the Angels take Manhattan. And I realized something. When the shadow crosses Amelia's kitchen, it's The Doctor. And when Amy had that 'dream' of the Doctor coming back when she was little, that wasn't a freaking dream. AHHH! I am so...I can't describe it. But it all ties in at the end of the Ponds last episode.
All I got to say it Moffat, you Bastard, you cleaver cheeky bastard. It's moments like these that prove your genius and prove your worth. Doctor who is in good hands of the Great and Powerful Moff, keep it up, and long may he reign.