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Amy sat outside the church in the chilly air, her fancy lacy half-sweater over her dress not being enough to keep her warm. But she didn't want to go back inside. So she sat in the sunset, the cold English wind blowing her long red hair as she struggled to rub away the goose-bumps. Mels sat next to her, indifferent to the weather. Indifferent to the wind. Indifferent to the occasion. She had only come to the funeral because Amy had begged her too. And she had met Amy's granddad once or twice at parties and such. Amy was closest to him when he lived with them briefly when she was really small, and they hadn't seen each other much since Amy and Mels had become friends. But Amy was still very upset about his death.
"Ams…" Mels began before dropping her words into the wind. Why was she no good at this comforting thing? Wasn't there someone in the world who could teach her how to cheer up her friend when she's upset? No…thirteen years in Leadworth had produced no such a person. So Mels didn't place a hand on Amy's shoulder, she didn't offer Amy a cup of water or warm tea, in fact Mels didn't even say a thing except, "My foster mum wanted me home for dinner a half hour ago…wanna come?" she invited without permission like she often did.
Amy shook her head. She definitely wasn't hungry.
"K whatever see yah tomorrow…" and Amy's only warmth in the cold left.
Sometimes she hated her choice in best friend.
Amy sat for probably about another twenty minutes before she heard a new voice. The adults were all conversing and eating inside the church, but Amy opted out of that. The new presence must have come from that lot. The voice that dug into her immersed thoughts was deep and flat and…American.
"Amy Pond, right?"
Amy looked up into the sunlight and lifted her hand to her forehead in order to see the face of the man with the setting sun over his shoulder. He was tall and sloppy looking, with a long tan trench coat and a backwards blue tie. Some people simply weren't good at dressing up for things.
"Yeah." she responded equally as flat. She really wished her parents friends wouldn't pick now to have a 'oh you've gotten so big since the last time I saw you' chat.
"What's wrong?" the man asked, sitting next to the ginger without permission and speaking still as if he didn't really care.
Amy couldn't help it though; her feelings came spilling out like tears that she had been holding in the whole service. "I mean, I know granddad was old and stuff and old people die but it just sucks you know…cause I mean…" she paused to suck in the cold air, "people leave here so fast and pretty soon that 'I'll see them one last time' 'I'll get to talk to them about this next time I see them' is gone…and that kind of stuff doesn't just happen to old people…it can happen to anyone at any time. It could happen to my mum or my dad or my friends or…" another sharp, racked breath. "Or me…"
She didn't look at the stranger after her rant. She didn't want to see the look of confusion on his face or the look of getting more than he bargained for and not knowing how to handle it. In fact, Amy was about to stand up and find another bench on the backside of the church when the man spoke again.
"I understand."
Amy looked at the man. His very round face was looking out across the road. His gaze seemed past the pavement, past the graveyard on the other side, past the trees, or the sky even. Very very far. Very very wise. Who was he?
"Would you give up your life for someone you love, Amelia Pond?"
Amy could only swallow the lump in her throat at the sudden new beat in conversation, "What?"
"Greater love has no one than this: to lay down one's life for one's friends." he said with the same sort of weird, stale wisdom.
"Isn't that…a bible verse?" Amy wondered, though she had never paid much attention in Sunday school.
The man nodded, his short brown hair bouncing a bit.
"I don't know…" Amy mumbled, now seriously considering the question. Could she jump off a cliff to save Mels? Would she drink poison for Rory? She rubbed her black heals into the ground beneath her. "That all sounds like angel stuff to me."
The man turned to her for the first time since their conversation had started. His head cocked a bit to the right and his eyebrows moved in ever so slightly in confusion.
"You know." Amy went on. "Angels interfere and catch people who have fallen or 'hold' someone in a bad car crash. You know. Like 'angles are watching out for you'. They save people when they're about to die. Not me." Amy looked down again. She had never really thought about dying in this much depth before. It scared her and made her a little nauseous. No. She had so much life to live. Wasn't that excuse enough to not save someone? That sounded so selfish. She pushed the thought away. "Angels give me the creeps anyway."
The man turned his head further, looking almost offended this time.
Amy couldn't help but giggle at the man's puppy dog looking face. "You know!" she said again…for come on he must know. "They're supposed to always be there watching over you…like a shoulder angel or whatever. Like they're waiting for that moment that they have to save you! It's a little too close to being a ghost for my comfort. I don't like the idea of an angel that moves around where I can't see them and when I'm not looking and watches me do everything. That makes sense, right?" Amy nodded to herself. Of course that made sense.
The man stood up rather suddenly and Amy was worried she had insulted him. His trench coat billowed in the wind and Amy had to move a lock of restless hair behind her ear before she could look up at him again. "Trust me Amelia Pond. You're not dying any time soon. You're going to live a long wonderful life. You'll always be happy. Trust me."
Amy shook her head. Nothing about this man's tone and weird accent made her want to trust him in any way.
"And the time may come for you to give up all that you have for someone else but you will make the right decision."
Amy's eyes narrowed. This man was crazy. Nuts. Who did he think he was?
"And remember this Amelia Pond." She really wished he would stop calling her that. He leaned down and placed a hand on her shoulder and for the first time looked her dead in the eyes. His eyes were so blue they sent chills up her spine. He was so close she could see the stubble on his cheeks, she could feel his breath, smell his coat. "Not all angels are scary. And even still, you might pick a scary one over your life one day."
The man did nothing else but stand up and turn away. His black shoes clumped down the sidewalk.
Amy sat struck still and breathless for a moment before she remembered something. "Wait sir! What did you say your name was?" she had wanted to ask her parents who their bizarre friend with the funny aura was.
He turned around briefly and threw back a, "Call me Cas." before walking toward the graveyard across the street.
Amy shook her head and looked at the ground to try and regain the dizziness she had gotten from looking at a face cross-eyed so close to hers.
But when she looked up again, she swore that this Cas man was no longer across the street. As though he had disappeared into nowhere.
Part of the reason for the prolonged update is that I've gotten into Supernatural…a bit…(k a lot) but I still hope you enjoyed this chapter even if you don't watch the show! (Although you should – you can only avoid your fate for so long.) Whether this be an Alternate Universe or not I guess that's up to you. I like to think that Sam and Dean and Castiel did travel with the Doctor at some point, and maybe met a few companions. Or at least heard of them. *Shrugs* Oh well
Hopefully you guys won't have to wait so long for another chapter! Anybody got any suggestions?
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