Supplemental: Archival Records
Marker: Personal Correspondance From Dr. Rory Williams and Mrs. Amelia Pond-Williams to Melody Williams/Prof. River Song
Frequency: Intermittent
Provided courtesy of Mr. Anthony Brian Williams

15th of December 1943

M
Whenever anyone would ask what our relationship was to the Doctor, we'd answer, it's complicated. So it was then and so it remains even now.

Rory already knows most if not all of this, I denied it for a long time but a part, at least a small part, of the reason I ran away with him is because I was attracted to him. In fact I hit on him pretty hard. First in my bedroom after the Weeping Angels and later in the TARDIS. I believe I said something to the effect of I was "not looking for something so permanent" and then I told him, "You are a bloke and you don't know it and here I am to help!"

Wow, that's more embarrassing to write than it is to remember. I thought I was playing things so cool.

He rebuffed me, of course, and that was when we went to pick up your Dad...who now suddenly wants the pen.

D
Yeah, may I just say, what the Doctor told me is that she kissed him he didn't mention that she offered herself to him on her bed. On the night before our wedding.

M
First off, Rory, it was nearly 20 years ago. Second, the Doctor lies and when he doesn't lie he omits. For the record, Melody, your Dad actually isn't angry right now, he's just taking the piss, we're past this.

Moving on, it was the Doctors idea to pick up your Dad to get us really and truly back together. And a combination of Venice, vampires and running helped make that happen.

But to some extent things were still kind of weird.

D
There was a psychic pollen incident. We all had to choose between two worlds, neither of which turned out to be real. That was the first time I "died" but also the first time I realized the Doctor and I were competing for your mother. Competing in what way, I'm not sure any of us really knew.

So, then I "died", again and was erased from the universe and Amy and the Doctor traveled alone for a bit.

M
Nothing happened. Then he was a Roman, then the Doctor rebooted the universe and then we got married and I half-jokingly offered to snog him in the bushes. Then we bothran away with him and the dynamic yet changed again.

D
A lot of the tension evaporated and the Doctor and I actually became friends. I started to trust him but even beyond that I started to like him. In fact, when he "died", when we had the funeral for him on the shores of Lake Silencio, when we buried him like a mighty Norse warrior and the hero that he was, that was when I first realized how much I cared about him. I can't quite describe the relief I felt when we saw him in the cafe. Things got complicated again when Amy was taken, I started to doubt whether I was the one Amy still truly loved, I thought, at her darkest hour she was calling for him and not me. Despite all that, the Doctor and I bonded, mostly over age, the shared memories of 2000 years past and our love for your mother.

M
As it turns out, I wasn't calling for the Doctor, I was calling for your Dad. When you all rescued me, the Flesh me, the dynamic changed again. We were friends, but more intimate, over the course of a dozen adventures, amidst the fighting and the running and the secrets, I got to see how much they loved me, both of them. Everything that lead up to Demons Run and everything that followed just bonded us closer and closer and closer.

Before he dropped us off, before our last adventure together at that rubbish hotel there was an incident.

D
I don't think there's any reason to get into the details. It was a truncated experience, over before it began. We did what we did and he got a bit freaked out and embarrassed, then we did too and we all pulled back and that was sort of the end of it.

We went to the nightmare hotel and then he dropped us off with a new house and a new car and we didn't see him again for two years.

M
We felt guilty. We thought it was our fault. I especially thought I'd done something wrong, pushed him too far. We couldn't quite believe it when he showed up for Christmas, out of the blue, the best present ever. We brought him in and stuffed him like a goose. We'd even scoured the internet and come up with a recipe for an alcoholic Wine Gums drink. It tasted vile, so overly sweet it made my teeth hurt, but he loved it. We talked for what was apparently hours. Where he'd been, why he hadn't come back to see us, why he hadn't trusted us with his secret. He apologized, he said he'd missed us terribly. All three of us were hurting so much from the absence of one another.

You can be with the Doctor, in the midst of one of the most exciting, fulfilling moments of your life and still feel so incredibly lonely, because you know, you just know, someday this all had to end. The Doctor is transitory because he's permanent, he's forever. He moves through your life and you sprint after him and it's like chasing the horizon, you'll never, ever catch up. On those rare, rare moment when he's within your grasp, you just want to reach out and touch him and pretend, just for awhile, that you can hold on.

D
We don't think you want details and frankly, we don't think you need them. The truth is what happened between the Doctor and your mother and I, is private and ultimately between us. But we gave you as much information as we did because you wanted to know if what we had was real, a real and true affection for one another that went beyond friendship. The short answer to that is yes. The long answer..is really, really long. You also wanted to know if somehow we negated your destiny with the him. The answer is no, not at all and of course not. It's true, we love him, I speak for both of us when I say, he is the dearest friend we've ever had or will ever have. But our time with him is over, except through these letters and the lifeline that is you.

I think I've lived too long to believe in fate, Melody. But to answer your question in the language you posed it, we were fated to be with the Doctor in the way that we were, for as long as we were, and then the hourglass ran out.

He is ultimately yours, not because we give him to you, he isn't ours to give, but because you belong with him. You love one another in a way that is timeless. We miss him, we love him and we're happy with our memories and at peace with all of our choices. He's your husband, you're his wife and that is as it should be, never question your place with him, your place is at his side.

M
Did that answer everything? We hope so, your Dad and I worked hard on these letters but it was a labor of love. If you have anymore questions, please don't hesitate to ask. We're very happy to tell you anything you need or want to know. And you can always ask away at Christmas, we hope you're still coming.

Tell the Doctor we said hello, we love him and Happiest of Happy Christmases. We love you Melody, more than the wide wide universe and what lies beyond it and we hope to see you very, very soon.

Love,

Mum and Dad