RIGHT - So ur... nothing really happens except well... some stuff... the next chapter will be more interesting I SWEAR. :D I hope you enjoy it anyway and I have a lot of ideas for adventures and stuff like that so yay! :3 Right, so urm... what so saaaay... OH I know... It's Sunday night and I wish that I didn't have school in the Morning! D; Ugh seriously whoever invented school must have hated kids. We all know it's true! ANYWHO, hope you enjoy... it's pretty short and kinda crappy so sowwy but trust me, it'll get better. Love you guys BUH-BAI! x
Chapter 14
Three months.
It had been three long months since Amy and Rory had received word from River. Three months since they found out that the Doctor was still alive.
Amy sat in the garden, a pink blanket around her shoulders as her emerald eyes glistened towards the hazy night sky. Stars burned like tiny furnaces, painting a delicate pattern across the navy canvass. If she tried hard enough she could almost trick herself into believing that she was lying on the grass with the Doctor and Vincent... holding hands and seeing life through the famous painter's eyes.
The Doctor had left them before; but she always knew that he'd come back. He always told them he would.
But not this time.
She sucked in a breath, fresh tears spilling down her cheeks as she pursed her lips, forcing herself not to sob.
Rory lingered at the back door for a few moments, watching his wife as she sank further into the garden chair. He couldn't watch her like this... a chunk of her was missing. She couldn't go on knowing the Doctor wasn't coming back. That he had chosen not to come back. Especially now she was his mother in-law. That still forced shivers down the red head's spine, but at the same time drew a piece of childish glee from the shadows of her mind. She was the mother in-law to an alien.
That was Rory's queue to wander through the garden, two cups of tea in his hands. He placed one in front of Amy, startling her slightly with the abruptness of his appearance.
"Y'scared me," Amy muttered, wiping the tears from her eyes with the lengthy sleeve of her red turtle neck.
Rory smiled slightly to his wife, urging her to take a sip of the piping British elixir. "Sorry."
Amy rolled her eyes, taking the steaming cup with her cloth clad hands, "S'alright." She whispered, taking a small sip before placing it back on the table.
"You're doing it again." Rory said quietly, unable to look his wife in the eye as he sat in the chair next to hers.
Amy eyed him suspiciously, "doing what?" she insisted.
Rory's eyes wandered to the stars above him, "looking for him, looking at the sky... like there's nothing here for you."
Amy frowned, her eyes glistening with tears of rage. Her hands folded into fists as she turned angrily to her husband; "what do you expect me to do?" she growled.
Rory frowned, "I don't know... but not this! It's not healthy Amy." He insisted, his eyes pleading with her to understand.
"I don't care!" she hissed, standing up to take full control of the argument. "He never does this... why would he expect River to tell us he was still alive and then not come for us?"
Rory stood there, his eyes glassy as his mouth opened and closed like a goldfish. He had no rebuttal... however no silence followed his lengthy pause.
Whoosh Whoosh
Amy's ears visibly pricked.
Whoosh Whoosh
Rory instinctively turned to face the house.
They both opened their mouths.
"Did you-"
"-Yeah." Amy finished, holding up a finger as she smeared the last of her eyeliner from her face as she started into a light jog through the house.
Amy opened the front door, half expecting to see the Doctor standing there, half expecting to see River.
However, she was greeted with neither.
Her eyes scanned the isolated London Street. Not a leaf out of place, not a car out of park. But one space on the far corner of the road housed something other than a car.
Amy's heart skipped a beat as she watched the TARDIS doors open.
"A-and WHALA-oh." Varrissa frowned, her small form bounding from the TARDIS to be greeted with a dense, dark London Street. She placed a finger to her lip, staring awkwardly down the road. "I'll be honest..." she began, placing her hands on her hips, "this is not where I had planned."
Amy saw that it was Varrissa even through the poorly lit street. She was clad in navy jeans, combat boots, and a grey shirt that flowed down past her waist with a small black cardigan beyond that. Her blonde locks had been intentionally curled into a wavy fashion, a small grey knit cap covering her scalp with matching fingerless gloves for protection of the cold winter night. Amy frowned to what she could hear of the one-sided conversation.
Coming here wasn't intentional.
"Well... yes, but sometimes the old girl likes to land where she wants to go..." the Doctor cut himself off as soon as he joined his daughter on the road. He blinked first, putting his hands into his new-ish trench coat pockets as he smelt the London air.
He frowned, his special jaw clenched frustrated frown that he could pull off flawlessly. He wasn't in the least bit surprised that the TARDIS had chosen this particular place, but he wasn't too thrilled with it either.
"What happened to stepping back into the shadows?" He hissed to the TARDIS, hitting her gently on the door. The TARDIS groaned in protest.
Varrissa took an intake of breath, smelling the air for herself. She turned on her heels, eyes wide as she pointed at her father accusingly, "This is where Amy and Rory live!" she yelled, instantly clapping a hand over her mouth as she realised that it was most likely around two O'clock in the morning.
The Doctor wandered along the street for a few moments, rubbing his face in frustration, "No... no this can't be happening." He muttered, spinning on his heels as he pointed to Varrissa, "we shouldn't be here."
Varrissa frowned, "and why not?" she demanded angrily. "Ever since we left that cavern of skulls all that's been on your mind is Amy and Rory."
The Doctor opened his mouth in question but Varrissa simply cut him off, "yes I know I read your mind, a complete and total invasion of privacy perhaps... but I swear you were thinking so loudly I could have been on the other side of the TARDIS and still heard you." Varrissa was stood on her tip toes, pointing angrily into the face of the Doctor. She could see his eyes soften into all sincerity and she knew it would do no good to cut him off again.
"I've been too noisy." The Doctor repeated softly, taking Varrissa's hands and placing them by her sides, "best to let them live a normal life. At least on Earth they aren't endangered of dying twenty four seven... or forty-two seventeen; it really depends on the Planet." The Doctor tried to ward off the worry with humour.
Varrissa narrowed her eyes, "you know River will have told them you're still alive by now..."
The Doctor rubbed his jaw and shrugged dismissively.
"Oh my God, can you be any less human?" Varrissa yelled, forcing her fingers into the direct centre of her father's chest. "Amy and Rory are our family now... they aren't just companions. You married River and River is their daughter and I am your daughter."
The Doctor looked at her blankly.
Varrissa took a deep breath. "You didn't leave me." She licked her upper lip, "so why should you leave them?"
"Good question."
Varrissa could have laughed at how her father lit up upon hearing the familiar Scottish vigour of his red headed companion. Needless to say, seeing beat words every time.
Amy was hugging her torso sadly, staring at the Doctor with her famous agitated yet vacant stare. "I thought you weren't going to come back." She whispered
The Doctor's eyes widened upon seeing fresh tears hit his companion and on instinct cleared the space between them in three strides and took his best friend in his arms. "My Amelia Pond," he cooed as he felt her body shudder through fierce sobs beneath his coat.
He could feel her arms wrap around his neck as she forced her face into the crook of his neck. Amy felt so relieved. And as far as she was concerned she wasn't going to let the Doctor out of her sight ever again.
Rory joined them soon after, thanking the Doctor mentally for his return. He was afraid to say the least on his wife's mental health... and although they disagreed on what a proper family should do... he couldn't deny that the family he had always wanted had been staring him in the face the entire time.
Amy pulled away from the Doctor's embrace after what felt like a lifetime. She looked upon Varrissa secondly, sizing her up with her trembling index finger. "So seeing as you and River..."
"Yeah." The Doctor cut in with a grin.
"So that means you're..."
Varrissa rolled her eyes and grinned, "Yup!"
Amy couldn't help the small smile that escaped her otherwise still features as she rushed over to the teen, sweeping her up into a full blown hug. "I can't believe this!" she laughed, "I'm a grandma!"
Amy paused, backing away from the hug as her eyes hollowed once more. "I-I'm a grandma..."
"Amy?" Rory asked quietly.
"And you're a granddad." Amy gasped, looking towards Rory blankly, biting her finger.
Varrissa chuckled childishly as she leaned in towards her father. Amy rubbed her head fiercely, "Y'know I don't know if any amount of alcohol will ever make this feel better." Amy sighed melodramatically, pausing to grab her husband by the arm. "But I can sure as Hell try." She looked towards the Doctor expectantly, "so... TARDIS?"
"Fine!" the Doctor surrendered, putting his hands up. Quickly, he pointed towards Amy and Rory with all seriousness, "but once in the TARDIS you've got to follow my rules."
Amy rolled her eyes, "really-" the Doctor put his finger to Amy's lips. Amy narrowed her eyes tiredly but to humour him, did as he wished and silenced herself. The Doctor grinned, "Now, we've got to be quieter than we were before. I got too loud... time says I was supposed to die and to keep it that way we can't let the Silence know that I'm alive and kicking."
"So... what, no adventures?" Rory asked sceptically.
The Doctor looked towards each companion with all seriousness, holding his daughter slightly tighter in his grip. His emerald eyes fixated on each shocked gaze for a long two minutes before Amy's mouth began to twitch. The Doctor let go of Varrissa as the companions and family members fell into fits of laughter, rolling their eyes as they each, in turn, made their way onto the TARDIS.
Yeah... like I was gonna say the Doctor wouldn't go on adventures. Will the Silence find out I wonder? Hm.. whatever I think up :3 muahahahahah! Love you guys, please review, oh yeah I don't own Doctor Who :'( *tears* oh well... haha! BYEE X