I have decided to return to this FF after a rather long time. Massive apologies for the delay.
This chapter is pretty short and doesn't develop the plot too much, but I've put it in as a kind of reminder and promise that I will continue! And also a sort of interlude whilst I gather my thoughts together.
Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who, although I wish I did.
When the two girls had left the room the Doctor sped over to the mirror wardrobe, whipped out his screwdriver and started scanning, or shooting (Amy was never sure which) the surface of the mirror where Young Amy's reflection had previously been.
"Did I really just see that?!" Amy exclaimed, completely freaked out.
The Doctor didn't answer her, just continued muttering to himself, the beam of the sonic screwdriver reflecting right back at him through the mirror.
He slid open the mirror wardrobe, clambered inside, closed it. Amy could only hear him banging against the sides of the wardrobe, the clanging of coat hangers as he moved aside clothes, and the sound of the screwdriver.
"Doctor?!"
The door slid open. He climbed back out, banging his screwdriver against his forehead, brow furrowed, continuing to intensely mutter to himself.
Amy hated it when he got like this. Especially when it concerned her!
"Aha!" the Doctor suddenly exclaimed, making Amy jump. He started to run out the room and down the stairs. Confused, Amy stumbled after him.
Young Amy and Emma were sat at the dinner table, noisily chattering as they ate up their bangers and mash.
The Doctor lunged up to Young Amy and stared intently into her face. Young Amy was completely unaware, continued to shovel mash potato onto her fork. Amy half expected the Doctor to start using the sonic screwdriver upon her younger self.
He didn't. He just stared, unblinkingly for a few moments, before swiftly moving away and instead standing before Emma and staring intently at her oblivious face.
"Doctor, can you explain to me what's going on?" Amy persisted.
"Come with me, Amy," Amy wasn't sure if he was talking to her or the younger version of herself to begin with, until he snapped his gaze away from Emma and instead focused upon her, "Back to the Tardis."
Please let me know what you think for the four chapters so far.