They walked down the TARDIS corridors, both looking stunned and almost lost.
Finally, they reached a door made of a rich mahogany wood, with a small sign on it: Conference Room D.
I turned to the Doctor and raised an eyebrow.
"Really? You have a conference Room?"
"I have five actually." He replied breezily.
"May I ask what for?"
"Same reason I have a room full of parrots."
"And what's that?"
"No reason at all." He grinned at me as he pushed the door open and tugged me gently inside.
When I had seen the sign telling me it was a conference room, I had expected a long table, white plastic chairs and perhaps a coffee machine.
Therefore it was a shock when I walked into a room that looked like a Victorian study.
The walls were lined with bookshelves, laden with books and the air was heavy with dust.
A fire already blazed in the corner, and in front of it two red, high backed arm chairs stood, beside which stood a clipboard with a few notes and a diagram entitled "Bank of England - Robbery Plans."
Upon seeing this, the doctor hurried across the room, snatched the paper from the clipboard and threw it into the fire.
Deciding to ignore the slightly amusing thing that had just occured, I moved onto what would be my second question.
"THIS is the conference room?"
"For slightly smaller matters."
"Such as robbing the bank of England?" I teased lightly.
"Hey, those Figorans had my hands tied, and as soon as I'd done it I travelled into the future and got back the money..." He protested.
"Anywho- do NOT comment on the anywho Amelia Pond!" He warned before going to stand by one of the armchairs, beckoning me to follow.
She did, settling herself into the rich material the other armchair was made of.
He opened his mouth, to speak, then closed it again.
Whatever he was trying to tell her was obviously hard for him to say.
Suddenly he walked behind the bookshelves, coming back a moment later holding a wooden chair.
I looked at him, confused.
"I, err... well, lets just say that this chair is very important to me and you'll understand in a minute."
I nodded slowly, beginning to wonder if all the stress of the past few hours had made him utterly loopy.
Not like he wasn't utterly loopy before, but still...
He swung the wooden chair round so the back was facing me and sat on it, folding his arms on the back of the chair and resting his chin on them.
"Amy, before you do this, before you commit to raising my child with me, I think you need to know exactly who I am."
"I know who you are. You're the Doctor." I whispered hoarsely.
"Of course I am. But you need to know all about me. You can never really undertand who I am now until I tell you who I used to be. I'm going to tell you everything Amy Pond. Everything. Every adventure, every mystery, every life, every death, every companion, every regeneration, every loss - and every relief. I'm going to tell you the story of my life, Amy Pond. But I have to warn you - it took me 907 years to live it, so it's sure as hell gonna be a long story!"
I smiled faintly, in total admiration of the man who was about to spill his hearts greatest (and worst) moments to me.
So he began to tell me. First he told me of his family back in Gallifrey, a family that, until now, I never even knew existed.
He told me of his childhood, growing up in the acadamy besides The Master and The Rani. I was shoocked when he told me he was bullied by many people in his lifetime, and even confessed to having killed one to save his friend. He told me tales of a little boy, a little boy who lived on a mountain with his timelord father and his human mother. He told me of watching a meteor storm with his father, reading with his mother, playing and fighting with his brother. He told me of such happy times that I could barely believe it wasn't a fairy tale; could barely believe this wasn't the tale of a normal family, but of a timelord family. I wondered at the story of a little boy who looked into the Time Vortex and ran away; who'd ran and ran and never stopped running.
He told me of a man who fell in love, got married, had a family of his own.
"Three sons." He told me. "No daughters. I always regretted that."
He told me of the day, the fateful day where something drew him to a TARDIS, not just any TARDIS but an old, blue, bigger-on-the-inside, uppy downy, makes-that-noise-coz-you-leave-the-breaks-on, TARDIS.
He told me how he'd broken the Timelord Law of not changing his own time, and was sentenced to execution. How his brother had let him run, told him to take a TARDIS and leave and never look back. He told me how he remembered his granddaughter Susan asking him where he was going, and then refusing to let him leave without her.
He told me of how he'd travelled back to just outside Gallifrey, just once, just wishing he could see his home again. He remembered the horror of finding his planet in the middle of a war, his family dying, his children crying.
He told me why, to this day, he cannot stand by and see a child cry.
"In every strangers face, I see them. I see them Amy. In every tiny, terrified, miserable face I see my children. I see them crying for me. I see them dying, alone, crying out my name, waiting for me to come and save them." Tears rolled down his cheeks at the heartbreaking memories, and I resisted the urge to lean forward and wipe them away.
He told me of his companions, all of them, Susan, Ian, Barbara, Vicki, Steven, Katarina, Dorothea, Polly, Ben, Jamie, Victoria, Zoe, Liz, Alistair, John, Mike, Jo, Sarah-Jane, Harry, Leela, K9 (mark I and II), Romana (I and II), Adric, Nyssa, Tegan, Vislor, Kameleon, Peri, Melanie, Ace, Grace, Rose, Adam, Jack, Mickey, Donna, Martha, Jack again (back again Jack as the Doctor says), Sarah-Jane ("Another one who couldn't keep away!" he remarks with a grin), Astrid, Christian, Adelaide, Wilfred, The Master...
"And little Amelia Pond." he finishes.
Then he's up, on his feet, twirling me all over the TARDIS, showing me pictures of him with all of his companions; so many faces flash by that I can't even tell which of them is the Doctor and which is his companion!
Then he whips me off to his room, flipping through all sorts of things till he returns with eleven items, a twinkle in his eye.
He shows them to me; each a representitive of a different life, a different Doctor.
A walking stick.
A recorder.
A pair of leather gloves.
A long, stripy scarf.
A cricket ball.
A cat badge.
An umbrella whose handle was a question mark.
A cravat.
A leather jacket.
A battered pair of red converse.
And a bow tie.
He told me of all his previous lives, tales of mosters and adventures and happiness.
Told me about how, as his first self he had hated humans, considering them a lower species, then had grown to love them.
Told me of how regenerating for the first time felt, how alive and young he had felt in his new body, often getting into scrapes. He made me laugh when he imitated his former self saying "Oh my giddy aunt!" and "When I say run, RUN!".
Told me of how he had regenerated into another version of himself much more mature, but much more agitated, forced into working for UNIT back on earth.
Told me of how he had loved jelly babies, making me guffaw with laughter as he told me of the time he offered a MONSTER a jelly baby!
Told me of how he had been more reserved, more of a team player in his fifth regeneration, unsure of himself, often flipping a coin to make his decisions, of the cricket ball that had saved his life, and of the celery he always carried in his lapel pocket.
Told me of how he had felt confident in this next body, more witty and bouyant than ever before and how this had led to him fixing the chameleon arch on the TARDIS.
Told me of how he had used his mind to make his foes underestimate him in his seventh lifetime.
Told me of how he had forgotten things a lot and never quite could keep up in his eighth.
Told me of how he once again found humans agititating, often calling them "stupid apes" and scorning one companion Mickey most of all, dubbing him "Mickey the Idiot" (we laughed at that).
Told me of how he had hated pears, and fallen in love, and been turned human, and wore glasses, and cracked jokes whilst in danger, and all sorts of other things in his tenth life.
And then he was finished.
His whole life, laid out before me.
We'd laughed, we'd cried, and we'd wondered at the miracles of the universe.
He looked at me, and I looked at him.
And I was so overwhelmed by it all, that it was all I could do to lean over and hug him.
xxxxxx
So, another update. I haven't updated for two days, its a record ;O you may notice how I update like once every day, while other writers might update once a week, but its just because I love writing so much! All the above is written yesterday, I finished it at like half one in the morning (yikes i'm tired) so couldn't update until now. Enjoy and R&R!