Here's my newest: something inspired by the song "Young Folks" (the version by James Blunt being my favourite, but I guess the original by Peter Bjorn and John, or any other version, will do just as well). It's a DPOV, and we're taking a step back from all the crazy fluffyness that's been going on lately, although my old friend Mr Angstyface doesn't quite seem to have recovered yet... Oh, don't mind my ramblings - enjoy the chapter, and please review! DW's not mine, quelle surprise!

If you knew my story

Amy knew how old I was, so she had to realize that I had a history – a lot of it, in fact. She knew little bits of it, but it still added up to hardly anything. Still, she rarely asked me about it, unless it came up somehow, and that was something I was grateful for. It wasn't that I wanted to hide my past from her, but there were things I wasn't proud of, things I felt guilty about, things I wished I could forget. And so many painful memories.

But even though many things from my past were difficult for me to talk about, I still felt that Amy should know some of it after having travelled with me for so long. After all, I'd known her since she was a child, while it had only been a few months for me.

I decided to talk to Amy one day when there had been some problems with the TARDIS's engine. I had patched her up the best I could, and it wasn't looking too bad, but we'd had to wait for a few hours while she sorted herself out. As we had landed in a tiny village very similar to Leadworth, we had seen all it had to offer very quickly, and since it had also started to rain, we decided to pass the remaining time in the TARDIS. I had made us tea – a habit I had probably picked up from Jackie Tyler, what a scary thought! – and we had found some comfy chairs in the library where we could while away a few hours. It was as good a time as any.

"You don't know much about my past, do you, Pond?" I said. Amy looked a bit surprised at my sudden change of subject – we had just been discussing the positive qualities of bananas – but, no doubt being used to it by now, she quickly recovered and went along with it.
"Not really, no," she replied. She seemed to guess it was more than just a random question, and silently waited for me to go on. After a moment's silence, I did.
"You see, there are some things in my past, things that I've done, or things that I've been involved in, that... Well, I wonder, if you knew all of my history, would you still be here? If you knew what I was like before, would you still come with me?"

Amy seemed unsure if this was a rhetorical question, and to be honest, I wasn't even sure if I expected an answer myself, but she decided to reply anyway.
"You know what, Doctor? Everyone has a past. A lot of people aren't who they used to be; everybody changes. So if you want to tell me about your past, then I'd be happy to hear it, but I want you to know that it doesn't matter to me who you were, or what you did. What matters is who you are now."

I sighed, but couldn't help but smile at her words. What an amazing girl she was, my Pond!
"You know, sooner or later people tend to disappear. They go home, get on with their lives, that sort of thing. You've been with me for quite a while now, so I wouldn't be surprised if some day soon you wanted to leave, too."
Amy looked at me sharply.
"Now listen here, Doctor. Do I look like 'people' to you?" I smiled as she used my own words against me. "I'm sticking around. Others might have left, but as far as I'm concerned, I'm not going anywhere. So you'd better get used to the idea!"

Having finished her little speech, Amy Pond got up from her chair and headed back towards the control room. I got up to follow her.
"Let's get this girl on the road, shall we?" she said with a wink, and took my hand.