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A/N: Sorry this is a day late. I have not written about the Ponds yet, so this little double-drabble is my first attempt. Enjoy.
She knew that sound. Knew it anywhere. Without a second thought, she was out front door, stumbling into the night. She looked up and down the street, the cold turning her breath to frost.
But there was nothing to see. Just the snowflakes falling soundlessly to the ground below.
"Amy? Amy, what's wrong?" Rory appeared at her side, bewildered.
"It's… Did you hear that?"
"Hear what?" he shook his head. "I don't hear anything."
"The TARDIS. It sounded like… like the TARDIS."
"Amy…" he sighed, his breath forming an icy cloud in the air. "Come back inside."
"But I swear I…"
"I know. I know. It's freezing out here," he shivered. "Let's just… go back inside."
"But what if it's him, Rory?" she turned back to him, desperation in her voice. "What if he's come back? He came by last Christmas. Maybe he's here now…"
"And maybe he's not," Rory said gently, reaching out for her. "I know. I miss him too."
Sudden tears pricked her eyes, burning hot against the chill of the night. She turned to her husband and stepped into his arms, wrapping her arms around him as she cried into his chest, ignoring the chill biting their skin.
She had been wrong. Again. It wasn't him. It was never him.
She wondered if it ever would be.