So, I loved the finale last night, and it will be included in this story eventually. I do not own anything in this story. Not the characters you know or recognized, and definitely not all the dialogue. But I'm using my creative license.

Hope you enjoy!


After that first day, Amy and I became best friends. It was an odd notion that I was best friends with my mother, but I honestly didn't care. She had no clue who I was and I was okay with that. I still got to spend time with her and after watching her die, I don't think I was ever going to complain about seeing her again.

And then there was my father who was following us around like a puppy dog. It was weird how he was part of the group, but not. He was always there and knew everything that was going on, but we pushed him away a little. There were sometimes I made sure that we included him, but I don't think he ever really realized that he was unwanted some times.

The following Easter something happened that I was not expecting though. I often went over to Amy's to get away from Chris and the boys. They were great to be around sometimes, but others I just needed space. Amy's aunt was never around, so I went there. It was the Friday after Easter before she told me anything, but when she did, it was huge.

"I had a strange man come to my house on Easter to try to fix the crack in my wall," she told me excitedly.

"Really? I thought Sharon was out of town."

"She was. Santa sent him."

"Santa sent a strange man to come to your house to fix a crack in your wall? At Easter?" I double checked skeptically. As much as I hated to admit, Santa did not exist, so I doubt he sent anyone. "Sounds as crazy as the woman in her nightgown buying you ice cream."

"Shut up! It wasn't like he did anything, but he was odd."

"And you let him in? That was stupid."

"Hey," she snapped, "he was nice. He asked for food, and then told me I could go on a trip with him. He'll be back for me any minute."

"You're going on a trip with a man you don't know? Are you trying to get yourself killed?"

"It's better than being stuck here," she pointed out, and I couldn't disagree.

"Well, where are you going?"

"He said he could take me anywhere in time." I had a sick feeling in my stomach that I knew who this man was. There was only one person I had ever heard about who was able to travel in time. Amy pulled out and opened a box and it was filled with dolls and pictures that she must have just made.

I don't know what caused me to ask the next question, but it was out of my mouth before I could stop it. "Is he hot?"

Amy rolled her eyes as she started grabbing things out of the box. "No, he's funny."

"How does he travel in time?" I remember something about a box that was bigger on the inside from Amy and Rory's stories, but I was wondering if young Amy wouldn't be able to give me more details. It would certainly help with spotting it.

"He's got a time machine, stupid."

I was about to roll my eyes when Rory came into the room. I didn't even know that he was over here, so I was a bit shocked.

"I thought we were playing hide and seek! I've been hiding for hours." I had been there for about thirty minutes, and I probably distracted Amy from finding him. Whoops.

"Well, we just haven't found you yet," Amy answered nonchalantly.

"Okay," he sighed, as he headed outside of the room. "Hi, Mels."

"Hi, Rory," I answered in the same tone. I waited until he was out of the room. "I didn't know Rory was here."

"He came over to play. I started telling him about the Doctor, and he randomly asked to play hide and seek. He's hiding, so we'll go looking for him later."

"Oh, please, just go look for him in two minutes." I didn't want my mother pushing Rory away. If it was my fault that they didn't get together, well, that would create a paradox and I didn't want to know what happened with those.

"Fine," she sighed.

On Monday, we went to school as normal. It was pretty dull, at least for me since it was over the Titanic. It was bad enough of learning about it three times while growing up in New York, even worse the fourth time. I actually wasn't paying attention at all. I could spout off the answer without a second thought. For goodness sake, it ran into an iceberg.

Finally the teacher stopped talking, and that caught my attention above anything. I looked up and saw her staring at me. Apparently, she had asked me a question, and I hadn't been paying attention. Luckily, she repeated herself. "Mels, did you understand the question? I'm asking you why the Titanic sank."

It ran into a freaking iceberg, I repeated in my head. And then I glanced at Amy; maybe I could cause a little rift in her perfect image of the Doctor. The man had a time machine, which gave me a perfect excuse to give everyone a hard time. An opportunity I couldn't refuse. "Because the Doctor didn't save it. Except you don't know about the Doctor, because you're stupid."

I saw Amy do a face palm and Rory look like he was going to go into complete shock. The teacher simply raised an eyebrow and said three words, "Headmaster's office, now."

I got up and swaggered out of the room. Unlike my past forms, I had decided to have a little more fun in this one. I had been trying to make Amy, Rory, and Anthony proud before. Now I was an orphan and it was almost expected for me to act out. Why not have a little fun. Chris had accepted that I wasn't perfect, and had a tendency to ground me, and the headmaster and I were on a first name basis.

An hour later, Mr. Kline was finished discussing with me how I needed to respect my teachers and not make up fictional characters. Fictional character, my ass. I had seen him with my own two eyes. Granted that was almost thirty years ago, but still he was real.

When I exited the office I wasn't surprised to see Amy waiting outside the classroom. It had become a custom since one of us was in trouble at least once every week. And luckily today, we were able to go to recess. Of course, Rory was waiting for us outside. He wanted to play Hot-Cold while blindfolded. So we blindfolded him and then went for a walk.

"Why are you always in trouble?" Amy asked. "You're the most in trouble in the entire school, except for the boys."

I had to scoff at her. I added, "And you."

"I count as a boy," she told me as if it was obvious. It is odd to hear your mother refer to herself as a boy.

"Am I getting warm?" Rory asked from nearby.

"Yes, Rory," Amy told him with a sigh.

"Speaking of boys," I half laughed. "We've probably got the most narrow-laced one following us around."

"Yeah, but Rory is sweet enough," Amy said. "Just a bit clingy."

"Not to me," I smirked. I knew Rory had a crush on Amy; she seemed oblivious to it though.

As the years progressed, the three of us continued to get closer, if that was possible. And when we hit puberty, life got even weirder. Luckily, it didn't affect me as much, I assume since I had already been through it once. When Amy hit it though, she began to transform out of her tomboy attitude and into a more feminine one. She was no longer little Amelia as she had been introducing herself, but now she was becoming the Amy that had helped raise me. And Rory began to look less like a dork. He became tall and skinny, again more like the man I had grown up around. Not to mention his crush on Amy became even worse. He would now openly stare at Amy and she was even more oblivious than he was to her obvious flirting. Despite hitting puberty, though Amy was still a bit attached to her Raggedy Man, who most people thought was an imaginary friend. Though after a while, it became how someone could forget to come back five minutes later. Eventually though, she gave in and assumed that she really had imagined him.

I never realized how much the Doctor bothered Rory until we were leaving Amy's one day, when we were around fifteen. Amy had a dream the night before about him coming back, and went into almost painful detail about it. Rory had sat there quietly, but clearly not enjoying hearing about how amazing the Doctor was. When Sharon came home, she told Rory she had called his father. Rory's father had agreed to pick us up at the corner and give me a ride home, which I appreciated since Chris thought I was locked up in my room since I was grounded. Brian was probably one of my favorite adults in Leadworth. Most just assumed I was a bad person since I got into trouble so much, but Brian though Amy and I were good for his son, especially Amy. He and Rory did not always see eye to eye, though, which sometimes caused tension. I don't think Rory's parents realized how much he blamed himself for their divorce, since he was their main topic for arguments, so they never eased his fears. So, he was not particularly close to either of them. Luckily, Brian tried more than his ex-wife.

We were standing at the corner though, when I caught Rory staring at me. "What?"

"It's nothing," he said with a shake of his head, but I knew him better than that.

"Rory, what is it?"

"Can I ask you a question? About Amy?"

I gave a small smile. "You wanna know if she'll be hung up on her imaginary Doctor forever?"

"Yeah. I just… how do you compete with a man that isn't real? Whatever I do, I can't be him."

"You're better than him, Rory. You're real." Granted, so was the Doctor, but Rory didn't know that yet. "Plus, even if he was real, you know Amy. This Doctor has met her once. He probably wouldn't even recognize her now. Just give it time."

"You really think so?"

"God, you two were made for each other. I'll make sure it happens eventually."

Rory smiled, causing me to as well. A few minutes later, Brian showed up and took us home.