So, fun fact, the season 5 finale (Big Bang) has two meanings, one that only Moffat knew at that time. Let's just remember that Amy and Rory went onto the TARDIS on their wedding night. (If you don't understand, then you have a very innocent mind.) And to make it even better, it's not until season 6 that House gets rid of Amy and Rory's bedroom that they ask the Doctor for their room not to include bunkbeds... You guys think I should have River figure out any of this out?
I don't own anything!
I was surprised how easily it was to get to Leadworth for a small girl. The bus driver barely gave me a second glance when I got on the bus with the suitcase that was twice as big as I was. I had no idea where I was going when I got there. I had no idea how old Amy and Rory were going to be when I got there, because time was not a linear factor in our lives. Obviously, old enough to remember me, but that could be anywhere from age four and up.
When I finally got off the bus after four hours, I had no clue which way to turn. It was nothing like New York or Cardiff. It was so small. I was used to bustling streets and constant noise. When I got off the bus, I heard these crickets. I had never heard the crickets to this extent before, but it was so quiet in Leadworth. When I gathered my bags, I decided to try to find a place to hide out. Of course, about ten minutes after wandering around, I saw something I was really hoping not to: the police. And unfortunately, they saw me, too.
One of them, a tall man who was on the heavier side, came over to me and knelt down to my height. He looked to be around Anthony's age, and had brown eyes and graying hair. "Hey, what are you doing out so late?"
"I wanted to go exploring," I told him.
"Where are your parents?" the other one, a lean, young man, asked.
"They're at home," I told them honestly. Of course, I had no idea how old they were or where they lived.
"Where's that?"
I shrugged. "I don't know."
"What are your mummy and daddy's names?"
I thought about not telling them Amy and Rory's name, but then I realized that they would at least be able to take me to them. "Amy and Rory Williams."
The two cops looked at each other and then back at me. They both looked extremely confused. Finally the younger one said, "Rory is the son of my friend, Brian. He's just a kid."
My heart sank a little. My parents weren't going to have a clue who I was, because I had not even been born yet. So why had Amy instructed me to come here now? It was a mystery, and I loved a good mystery.
"Is this a game between you and your friends?" the older one asked.
I did all I could think of, I nodded.
"Can you tell us who your mummy and daddy really are?" the younger one asked.
"No," I answered. "My mum died a couple years ago."
The two cops looked at each other and I knew where I was going. Back to an orphanage.
It was nicer than Greystark Orphanage, where I had grown up. It was actually a home. It was built of brick and had a bright red door. The older of the two cops went and knocked on it. A woman with straight brown hair with matching eyes and a lean body opened the door. She was probably a few years younger than the older cop.
"Hello, officer."
"Chris, we found a little girl. She says her parents are dead; we were wondering if she was one of yours." He moved aside so they woman could see me. I shuffled my feet a little, not really wanting to be taken in. I had lived on the streets of New York and had survived; I'm sure Leadworth would be easy to handle. However, looking like a child has several drawbacks, like not being able to choose what happens.
I'm not quite sure how it happened, but somehow I was suddenly left with Christine Smith and the three other orphans who all happened to be boys who were about seven to thirteen years old, Ross, Marth, and Don. I didn't leave this house for the first week, partially because I was stubborn. I did learn a lot about the people I was to be living with. Chris, as she preferred to be called, was a kind woman who definitely was unique. She was stern and definitely had something lurking in her past. At the same time, however, she was light hearted and lovable. It was an interesting combination. Ross was the youngest at age seven. His curly blond hair was always everywhere. He was extremely close to Chris, and had a habit of following Chris around the house helping her with chores. He was very naïve, but was probably Chris' favorite of us. Marth was in the middle of boys at age ten. He had darker skin and hair, and was very quick in both intelligence and physically. He was happy to be here, and I took it that he came from a broken home. So peace within the household was a key component for him that we all tried to keep. And then there was Don, who was thirteen. He was quite honestly a stubborn, smart ass, and had no problem arguing with Chris. It was hard to figure out who won half the time. His brownish-red hair reminded me a lot of the hair that I had possessed before I became this young child.
It was the first Sunday night I was living with Chris and the boys, and we were sitting down to dinner when Chris said something that had not even crossed my mind. "So, you all ready to go to school tomorrow?"
The boys all grumbled, as any child would. I on the other hand was in shock. I looked like a five year old, and that meant I would be reliving elementary school. And worse, junior high and high school eventually. Oh, this was not going to be good.
"I don't have a school," I pointed out with a bit of attitude.
"Don't be silly, dear. You're going to go to school, too. They have beginning classes."
"I don't want to go," I said shortly.
The three boys looked at me and then Chris. Don had a smirk and must have thought it funny the little girl wasn't going to give in easily to Chris' demands.
"You don't have a choice, Melody. Don't you want to learn about the world?"
"I bet I know more than you," I answered.
"Melody," she said, warning me to drop or suffer the consequences. I never know when to quit though.
"What? I've been through more than most people."
"But that's not education."
"Depends on what you consider an education." Was Stanford considered an education?
"Melody, this is not up for discussion."
"And here we are discussing it."
"You're going to school. It is very important for your future. You want one of those, right?"
"I know I have a future," I answered as I leaned back in my chair. I knew my mother and father knew me later in my life. Therefore, I had a future.
"Do you have to test my patience?"
"Yes," I answered shortly. I wasn't child, despite my appearance, but everyone thought I was. It was annoying, and I was willing to fight for my independence.
"Just go to your room," she told me. "I will drag you into the classroom if I need to in the morning."
"Fine," I pouted. I stomped up to room and slammed the door to my room. Once I was in there I began to attack my pillow out of frustration. It was odd how much more violent this version of me was. I knew I loved to shoot, but not it was more about finding the best way to destroy the opponent. I was curious if that meant this would be the body I was in when I finally killed the Doctor. I didn't think it would be too long now, and I needed to be ready. After all, I was a trained psychopath with one purpose.
The next morning I got up early and got ready for school. I knew Chris was trying to help me last night, so I went to apologize to her as well. She graciously accepted it and asked if I wanted a ride to my first day of school, which I agreed to. Ross, Marth, and I were still in primary school, so she took the three of us while Don was still waking up. Chris actually came in with me, since I had to go through the official whatever to get me into school. The only slight problem we had was with my last name. I couldn't use Pond or Williams, because I did not want people looking towards my parents and their families for answers over this new girl who didn't even have the same color skin as them. So, I pulled out a name that I had read somewhere.
I walked into the classroom with a new name, Melody Zucker.
My teacher, Mrs. Lambert, smiled when I walked into the room, and saw a bunch of kids staring me. It was odd how unnerving it was, especially considering what all I had faced while working with Torchwood. So, I decided to not let it show.
"Everyone," Mrs. Lambert started, "we have a new student. This is Melody Zucker. Everyone say hello."
The entire class spoke in unison, "Hi, Melody."
"Hello," I answered.
"There's an empty seat next to Amelia."
I looked around the room and saw one empty seat next to a small red-headed girl. I walked over and took it, before asking, "Are you Amelia?"
The girl turned around and stuck out her hand. She answered in a Scottish accent that I was familiar with, "Yeah, I'm Amelia Pond."
I suddenly realized I was sitting next to my mother.