"Doctor!"
Her shouts echoed through the TARDIS as she followed after him. In his arms were someone's personal belongings that he just set down on the ground by the double doors. It unnerved Amy to see the look on his face. He didn't even seem to care about what he was doing by the stoic look his face and the way he solemnly carried himself. The whole mood shifted in a single second. He could do that so easily. One moment happy and the next solemn. Amy found it amazing how much he could just control a room like that.
"Whose are they? Doctor? They have to be someone's! Stop ignoring me," she demanded, anger coming up to cover the fear she was feeling. "You can't just brush me off and pretend I don't exist! Doctor, will you just look at me? I'm not-"
"Oh, just shut it, will you," he snapped, head turning to look at her from the console he had made his way over to during her ranting. "I can ignore you and I will if you continue to bother me over a trivial thing like this. Humans, sometimes I wonder how it must be in those funny little minds of yours. Never focusing on the big things, only the minor ones like a bit of luggage that I'm returning to someone who used to travel with me. Sometimes I wonder how you lot got so successful."
For a good and long moment she stared at him after those words that insulted her and the human race. He really did think highly of himself, didn't he? Bloody alien and his way of being able to actually make sense with what he was saying. She glanced down at her shoes before asking, "And how was I supposed to know that? No hint given after all whether I was right on my 'trivial' assumption."
"Does that really matter? You did get on my TARDIS after all and took advantage of my ability to take you anywhere. I didn't sign any document that said I have to give intimate details of my life. So, if you would, stop acting like I do." He finished with a glare that showed a deadly glare that enhanced the ice in his eyes. "Maybe that's why you got that divorce. From my experience men don't like prying and boy do you like to pry," he added with a look over her face before turning back to the console to check something out by kneeling down then standing quickly back up and running his hands over the top of it.
It felt as if she had been slapped in the face by his words. Recoiling, she just stared at him for a few moments in a bit of shock, more shock than when he had gone and insulted a species that had done nothing to him. When she came out of her stupor she reached out and violently grabbed the front of his expensive clothes, bunching them up in her hands in a way that automatically wrinkled them. "Listen up you, if I'm going to be traveling with a man who calls himself the Doctor, I'm going to need to know things about you. I'm not going to be traveling with a complete stranger. My mum always said that it was stupid to do something like that and, for once, I'm going to believe her. Always said that people got hurt going off with strangers. And I'm not going to get hurt because I wanted to see the stars."
One of the Doctor's sharp eyebrows cocked up as he pried her hand off of his clothes, one corner of his mouth following it up to fork a smirk. "I'm the Doctor from a dead planet and a part of a dead race. I'm very dangerous, even on my own, and trouble always seems to find me. Everyone that travels with me, just for a short amount of time included, gets hurt and there's nothing I can do to stop it. You should run and never look back once Amelia Pond. Forget my face, forget my name. Run now or you're going to end up hurt like everyone else. That's all you need to know about me." A half of his face seemed sad as he spoke - drooping and mouth pointed downwards - while the other seemed dark and dangerous - sharp and intense - in the light of the room. She could only describe him as the sky before a storm. "In all the faces I've had the constant thing, is danger. That never changes."
"The only thing dangerous about you that I see is that tongue of yours," she shot back, arms crossing over her chest as a few strands of hair flopped to her chest from the movement. "I'm going on a trip with you to see why it's so dangerous. If I think it's too dangerous then I'll go back to London with my very boring life. But it's going to take a lot for me to go back to that. I don't like boring." Amy reached forward after a moment and straightened out his shirt front, smoothing it out with the palm of her hands with an odd look from the Doctor right before it lit up.
"Seems like we have something in common. Boring is awful and shouldn't be allowed to thrive even though it's something that habits almost everything in the universe. People get bored and do idiotic things. Just look in your history book and there's a number of reasons printed in text that is apparently true and correct. People can handle being bored up to a certain extent but there's a small handful that can't stand it at all. People like you, Amelia, aren't like every other little human mind out there. None of my companions have been and now and then I meet a human that's perfect to travel with me. Despite how idiotic your race is - really can't change that any - I've never met a person that didn't matter. You all keep the Earth running like a well oiled machine," he said as she grinned.
Her teeth showed, all straight and lovely, in that smile. She was going with him somewhere and that was enough to call the problem of going and working at a boring shop, solved. The only question she had been where? There were so many places as she was find out, so many opportunities that she could take advantage of. Everyday scientists were finding more planets out there, some that could even hold life according to their calculations of it. And there seemed to be so many more out there according to the Doctor, which she found striking on so many levels. All she wanted was a good adventure like they told in the fairy tales.
Amy glanced over at him and asked, "How many companions have you had? You make it seem like you've had so many when you can't be over thirty-five. I'd be shocked if you told me that you were forty even. Don't look that old at all."
It took a few moments but he just started laughing, shaking his head as the deep chuckles left him from wherever those deep things came from. "You're far off on your guess, Amelia," he said after he had calmed himself down from whatever had been so funny. "So far off that I'm not sure you should know my age. They always say not to tell it so I'm sticking with that old rule they say on Earth. A gentleman never tells his age, isn't it? And a woman never asks it? Something tells me that your jaw would metaphorically fall to the ground if I said it. Not physically since you're pure human, not a subspecies, and your body hasn't adapted to being able to do something like that. There is a species that can. Lovely and kind people who are until they try to eat you. Primitive beings but they're still trying to accomplish something. Quite impressive when you think about it. Evolution isn't limited just here, though it has so many names."
Well, he did love his rambles. The subject changed from his age and now she was curious about the places he'd gone to over the years. So many planets. The Doctor began talking again, going on and on about evolution on other planets and how the human race will help influence it throughout the stars as they scatter over space and time in the future. It made her head spin as he talked about so many species and planets that she didn't know how he kept them all up in there.
Even after the whirring and whooshing noises stopped, he carried on. It was as if he didn't even notice that she was moving around and inspecting things of the place she was on. Amy partially listened to him as she examined the bits and pieces around her. She didn't know any names but she was determined to know the description of the alien technology around her. The Doctor talked on and on about the wonders of hydrogen and oxygen, basically talking about water and several variations of the stuff that were successful on other planets that she had never heard of once. Whenever she glanced to him she could see a brightness, a passion, in his eyes. To her, it was amazing to see. She could tell that it had always been something amazing to him. She didn't blame him and wanted to soak up all the information that she could from this expert. No wonder he was called the Doctor.
"Look at me, rambling on and on over things that you're probably bored with," the Doctor said, moving away to the door. "Would you help me carry these things out? After we're taking a walk. I haven't taken a good walk in London for a long time. Not without something else going on. With all the running you do, it's a bit hard to enjoy the scenery." Amy went forward after he had spoken to grab a couple of the bags. When she looked over at him again he was quiet with the bags held in his hands as if they were a death sentence.
After the Doctor, Amy followed, seeing an old man who was eagerly looking around. He frowned at the Doctor but did go up to him, the two beginning to talk in hushed voices where she only caught snippets of words. Soon she had caught on that the old man's name was Wilfred even though she stayed back a bit so she wouldn't completely intrude on this conversation that seemed somewhat important. It took a few moments but Wilfred finally came back to her. Curiously, there was a sad smile on his face that she just didn't understand. Perhaps she reminded him of someone who he had known. "I'll take those," he said, the smile turning kind, "Thank you for helping the Doctor bring them around. Donna won't even notice they were missing." He took them from her hands once the brief exchange had finished, Wilfred heading back to a house that held an older woman looking out with a mixture that resembled the sadness in the old man's eyes.
The Doctor had said that people got hurt when they were with him and she wondered about this woman named Donna. Not dead, definitely not dead, but something had happened to her that had left the people around her heartbroken. Amy's eyes followed the Doctor as he turned sharply on his heel and walked back over to her. "Let's go," he ordered, "Time to take a walk." She hesitated for a moment - earning the insult of, "Slow people never get out." - then hurried after him to try to match his quick pace. If he hadn't been in the area for a while, he still knew where he was going. Once again he was talking, now getting into the things that she wanted to hear about. Over and over again he mentioned a few names, mainly Rose, Martha, and, once again, Donna. There was a mysterious smile on his face when he spoke of Rose and a look that transformed to awe when he talked about Martha and Donna.
"You never answered my question. How many companions have you had," she asked again as she saw the brightness leaving his eyes as he was drawn back reality.
"There have been a few. The more recent ones are Donna, Jack, Rose and her family, Mickey, Martha, Sarah Jane once again, and a few others that did a lot of helping along the way. All lovely people that now are living their lives. They all leave after some time. They don't want danger or adventure anymore so they settle somewhere. But who can blame them? Martha's with Mickey now, Jackie from this universe is with Pete from the next, Rose.. well Rose has to be just smashing with whom she landed with." He sighed quietly, eyes glancing over the area they were in. For a moment his eyes landed on a statue that was hunched over a grave with her eyes covered by her hands as if she was trying to hide her sorrow from the world.
Graves surrounded them, as did statues, but none like that. Her eyes left the Doctor's to focus on the angel there that was a sight that most didn't see often. "All lives end and all hearts are broken," he mumbled to himself, eyes moving off it as well, "Caring isn't an advantage."
She looked over at him for a few moments then went back to the angel that still was hunched over the grave. The only difference was the hands weren't over the eyes but laying over her breast as if to hold her broken heart, head turned towards them in a piercing look that unnerved her from the blankness.
"Doctor? Did that move," she asked, eyes focused on it. Fear was making it so she wasn't moving as she looked at it. "I think it moved. Once second its hands were covering its eyes and now, well you can see how it is now."
His head turned to look over at it as well. Under his breath he was murmuring something that she couldn't - more of didn't want to - catch. Out of the corner of her eye she could see worry on his face, etching deep lines into it with his wide eyes then it was gone and replaced with a blankness that rivaled the statue's. "No," he said, "It's nothing. I promise you it's nothing."
Amy didn't quite believe him but he had taken her upper arm and led her off with talk of no questions and not staying around for long because they had things to see and places to. Her eyes stayed on the statue for as long as they could, even turning her body around to not break the eye contact, and when she couldn't any longer she pulled her arm away and started walking off. Ahead of the Doctor she went, getting away from whatever the hell that had been.