"Amelia Pond, you're the little girl." He said, stopping Amy as she tried to continue marching away from her the house she'd lived in since she was seven years old.
"I'm Amelia and you're late." She huffed, crossing her arms.
"What happened?" He asked her.
"Twelve years," She bit back.
"You hit my with a cricket bat." He reminded her.
"Twelve years and a psychiatrist who pretended to believe me. Who let me believe in a fantasy for too long because her method was letting me talk about other things." She took a breath. "Had to make sure that I really wasn't crazy."
He looked like he was about to say something to that, but the threat of incineration came through a tinny sounding speaker and he turned toward an ice cream truck instead. Amy wondered as to why, when the threat was repeated instead of the silly song that beckoned kids to spend their hard-earned allowance on a frozen treat.
"We're being staked by an ice cream van?" She groaned, following the Doctor toward it.
"Why are you playing that?" She heard him ask the old vendor as she approached them.
"It's supposed to be Claire De Lune." The vendor replied, confused as to why it was also coming from the radio. The Doctor picked it up, holding it to his ear, though he really didn't need to. Even those who had in-ear headphones looked confused, and Amy started to wonder if maybe the threat was somehow heard over every and any speaker.
"Doctor," She spoke his alias for the first time, and ignored the satisfying thrill it gave her when he turned toward her. "What's happening?"
He took her hand and leaned in. "Something very not good." He said, soft and quiet before giving her hand a tug and leading her to the nearest home. He ran to the front door and entered without so much as a knock. She recognized Jeff's gran, her name escaping her entirely at the moment, and Amy started tugging a bit on her skirt. "Hello!" The Doctor beamed. "Sorry to burst in, we're doing a special on television faults in the area," he glanced at Amy over his shoulder, then looked her over. "Also crime," he added. "Let's have a look." He darted to Jeff's gran, taking the remote from her.
"I was just about to phone. It's on every channel." She said to the Doctor before looking over at Amy with a double take and a smile. "Hello, Amy, dear. Are you a policewoman now?" She asked sweetly.
"Sorta." Amy replied, tugging at her skirt again.
Gran looked a bit thoughtful. "Weren't you a model?"
"Gotta pay for the academy somehow," Amy replied with a nervous laugh. "Modeling pays good."
"Well it should, being only in your knickers and all." Gran said with a nod, and Amy's cheeks heated up. "Whose your friend, Amy?" She added, gesturing to the Doctor.
He looked confusedly at gran, than turned to the her. "Amy? You were Amelia." He protested.
"Yeah, now I'm Amy," She said with a slight shrug.
"Amelia Pond, that was a great name." He insisted.
"Bit fairy tale." Amy replied, agitated by his dwelling on such a small thing.
"I know you, don't I?" Gran asked, really taking him in. "I've seen you somewhere before."
The Doctor smiled warmly at her. "Not me, brand-new face, first time on." He said, turning back to Amy with accusations in his eyes. "You model in your knickers?"
"High end, kind the posh people buy. Don't do it often." She defended herself, though she didn't understand why she felt the need to. Anyone else, and she would have simply said 'yep' and moved along. She didn't even let Rory make such a big deal of it. But him, the Doctor, unchanged since her childhood, she felt the need to say something.
"You were a little girl five minutes ago." He said with complete sincerity, as if that was his reality. That literally five minutes ago, of fifteen or twenty-five, she had been a little girl in the garden watching him jump back inside his big, blue box.
"You're worse than my aunt." She huffed, crossing her arms.
"I'm the Doctor, I'm worse than everybody's aunt." He said like a threat, then became bashful. "And that's not how I'm introducing myself." He said to Gran who smiled at him like she was still trying to figure out how she knew him.
Amy looked to her feet, listening as her imaginary friend, who was real and judged her for doing what she did used his cylinder thing on something. Different languages spoke in a rhythm that sounded a lot like the threat from the aliens.
"So it's everywhere, in every language." The Doctor said, setting something down and darting past Amy to the window. She looked up, followed him, tried to see what he could. "They're broadcasting to the whole world." He said as he opened in the window and half crawled out to see.
"What's up there? What are you looking for?" Amy asked when all she could spot were a few clouds in a blue sky.
The Doctor popped back inside, clapped his hands together. "Okay, planet this size, two poles, your basic molten core, they're going to need a forty percent fission blast." He rambled as Jeff, tall striking Jeff who Amy had fancied off and on her whole life, walking into the room looking utterly confused.
Jeff looked between her and the Doctor, hardly blinking when the slightly shorter, skinny, gangly man walked up to him. It almost looked like the Doctor wanted to get into his face, but couldn't quite make it.
"But they'll have to power up first, won't they?" The Doctor said to Jeff as if they'd been talking about this the whole time. "So assuming a medium sized starship, that's about twenty minutes."
"Twenty minutes to what?" Amy asked.
"Are you the Doctor?" Jeff asked him, and Amy wanted to die.
"He is, isn't he?" Gran said, the realization of who he was finally coming to her. "The Raggedy Doctor. All those cartoons you did when you were little. The Raggedy Doctor, it's him."
"Cartoons?" The Doctor turned to her with a slight grin, like he was seeing that little girl all over again and thought she was plain adorable.
"It is him, isn't it?" Jeff asked, his mouth stretching wide.
"Shut up, Jeff." Amy snapped at him. "Twenty minutes to what?" She turned to the Doctor, not losing the growl in her voice.
"The human residence." The Doctor said to her, all humor gone. "They're not talking about your house, they're talking about the planet. Somewhere up there, there's a spaceship and it's going to incinerate the planet. Twenty minutes to the end of the world." He said in an easy voice as if he was somehow stating the weather, but Amy caught the worry in his eyes.
He bolted from the house, and all Amy could do was wave quickly to Gran and Jeff before following after the Doctor.
He walked with purpose, his shoulders tensing as he glanced around them. "What is this place, where am I?" He asked.
"Leadworth," She replied, confused. How could he not know where he was?
"Where's the rest of it?" He asked.
"This is it."
"Is there an airport?"
"No."
"A nuclear power station?"
"No."
"Even a little one?"
"No."
"Nearest city?"
"Gloucester, half an hour by car." She said, growing more frustrated.
"We don't have half an hour, do we have a car?" he asked, becoming as exasperated as she was.
"No." She said firmly.
"Well, that's good. Fantastic, that is, as is being able to say that word again. New new teeth. But's not going to help me with the fact that I have got twenty minutes to save the world, and I've got a post office. And it's closed." He growled then gasped, clutching his chest as he collapsed on the ground and spit out a trail of gold mist like he had when she was a kid. "And I'm not ready, I'm not done yet. It's Sycorax all over again. No, not that bad."
What the sodden hell was he going on about?
The sky darkened, and the ramblings of what was clearly a crazy person became the least of Amy's concerns.
"What's happening, why's it going dark?" She asked as she looked up at the sky. The sun flickered gray. "What's wrong with the sun?"
"Nothing," The Doctor said through his teeth. "You're looking at it through a force-field. They've sealed off your upper atmosphere, now they're getting ready to boil the planet." He got to his feet, legs shaking a it before he managed to stand straight. He glanced around, and rolled his eyes. "Oh, and here they come, the human race. The end comes and you lot are taking bloody pictures!"
"This isn't real." Amy said, staring at the former figment of her imagination. "This is some kind of wind up?" She crossed her arms, wondering who she'd have to yell at for this one. Mels was the most likely candidate, somehow finding someone who looked like the man Amy told her about in their childhood, made him dress in clothes that looked like those in the drawings Amy made. It could have been Rory, but she really didn't think he'd have the nerve to pull this off.
"Why would I wind you up?" The Doctor, or whoever, asked her honestly.
"You told me you have a time machine." She said, seeing what would happen next.
"And you believed me." He reminded her.
"Then I grew up," She spat back.
He groaned. "Oh you never want to do that." His eyes went wide, and he smacked his forehead. "No, hang on, shut up, wait. I missed it. What did I see?" He asked, smacking his forehead a couple more times before looking out at the crowd. "I saw…." His eyes went wide, realization coming to them as he looked up at a nearby clock before looking back at her. "Twenty-minutes. I can do it. Twenty minutes, the planet burns. Run to your loved ones and say goodbye, or stay and help me." He said, getting ready to move.
"No!" Amy said, grabbing his raggedy tie and pulling him back toward the street to a parked car, the driver just getting out. She ignored the Doctor's protests as she took the opened car door from the driver and stuck the Doctor's tie in it before shutting it, essentially trapping him. She took the keys from Mister Johnson who looked utterly confused, and locked the door with a chirp using the remote.
"Are you out of your mind?" The Doctor's voice cracked.
"Who are you?" She demanded.
"You know who I am." He replied evenly, trying to earn some confidence from her, she supposed.
"No, really, who are you?"
"End of the world, twenty minutes." He attempted to distract her.
"Better talk quickly, then." She insisted, crossing her arms and glaring down the Doctor.
"Amy," Mister Johnson said nervously, and she turned to the old man. "I'm going to need my car back."
"Yes, in a bit." She said, turning her annoyance to the poor, old guy. "Now go have coffee."
She turned back to the Doctor. "Catch," he said, chucking her a red ball that she snagged with one hand. Only it wasn't a ball at all, and she uncrossed her arms to run the fingers of her other hand over the smiley face she carved in the surface of the apple. Twelve years ago.
"I'm the Doctor, I'm a time traveler. Everything I told you twelve years ago is true, only for me it wasn't nearly that long. I'm real, what's happening in the sky is real, and if you don't let me go now, everything you've ever known is over." She looked back at the Doctor, seeing the sincerity in his eyes, and it scared her. "That apple is as fresh as the day you gave it to me because you gave it to me not an hour ago. Please, Amy. Even if you don't want to believe, try to. For Twenty minutes, just try to believe."
She didn't know what to think, believe, anything. She was told by her psychiatrist that he may have been real, but she shouldn't talk about him so much. She eventually made herself believe he wasn't real, wanting to move on and not live in such a fantasy when life was often so surreal. And here he was, her Raggedy Doctor, a time traveler, giving her back the apple from the night her life changed for a second time, begging her to be that little girl again if only for twenty minutes.
She unlocked the door. "What do we do?"
~DWDWDW~
Duck.
The simple text was all the warning Amy needed, and she pushed Rory down as the wails of the siren from the Doctor's "commandeered" transportation grew a little too loud. The window beside them shattered, and a moment later the Doctor was climbing up the extended ladder, placing himself between them and Prisoner Zero in the form of a mom with two girls.
"Right, hello, am I late?" he asked, glancing at a clock as Amy and Rory got to their feet. "No, three minutes to go, so still time." He said, and Amy imagined he was probably grinning.
"Time for what, Time Lord?" Prisoner Zero taunted.
"Take the disguise off, they'll find you in a heartbeat. Nobody dies." He said casually.
"The Atraxi will kill me this time. If I am to die, let there be fire." It replied casually.
"Okay," The Doctor said, taking a step closer to it. "You came to this world by opening a crack in space and time. Do it again, just leave." He suggested.
"I did not open the crack." It replied.
"Somebody did." The Doctor countered.
"And I do not have access to her any longer. She's back at the prison, though I suspect not for long. She's looking for you, Time Lord, and twelve years ago she found you."
Amy stepped closer to the Doctor, craning to see that there was a look of momentary recognition to his face before he masked it quickly. He glanced over at the wall. "And we're off." He said smugly, clearly not the reaction prisoner zero was hoping for. "Look at that," he said, and Amy glanced to see the digital clock he must have been looking at, seeing it read zero. "Yeah, I know, just a clock, whatever. But do you know what's happening right now? In one little bedroom, my team is working. And do you know what they're doing? They're spreading the word all over the world, quantum fast The word is out, and do you know what the word is? Zero." Prisoner Zero's face fell, and the Doctor's grin grew, Amy's doing so in kind. "Now, me, if I was up in the sky in a battle ship monitoring all Earth communications, I'd take that as a hint. And if I had a whole battle fleet surrounding the planet, I'd be able to track a simple old computer virus to its source in, what, under a minute?" He reached into his pocket and takes out a phone. "The source, by the way, is right here." He taunted as spot light came through the window. "Oh, and I think they just found us."
Prisoner Zero smiled, shrugged and looked away from the Doctor. "The Atraxi are limited. While I'm in this form, they'll still be unable to detect me. They've tracked a phone, not me." It said with confidence.
"Yeah, but this is the good bit." The Doctor taunted. "I mean, this is my favorite bit. Do you know what this phone is full of?" He asked, wiggling it between his fingers. "Pictures of you. Every form you've learned to take, right here. Uploaded." He beamed. "No TARDIS, no screwdriver, two minutes to spare." He held his arms out, looked to his right. "Who da man?" He cried, his smile faltering as he met Amy's eyes like he wasn't expecting to see her there. Like maybe he thought she were supposed to be someone else. But it didn't last before a grimace came over him. "Oh, I'm never saying that again."
"Then I shall take a new form." Prisoner Zero said without much worry.
"Oh, stop." The Doctor sighed. "You know you can't, takes months to form that kind of psychic link."
Prisoner Zero smiled smugly. "And I've had years." It said, and the world became kind of hazy. Amy's head spun, then the floor gave out from under her as the world went black.
But she wasn't unconscious, for a second later she was a little girl again, back in her garden, looking at the spot where the blue box had disappeared. She felt a hand on her shoulder, sensed the Doctor beside her even though she knew he was gone. "Amy, listen to me." He said in her ear. "Remember the room, the room in your house you couldn't see?" He asked, and she did even though Amelia had never seen it. Amy had, and she was, in that moment, all grown up and still sitting on her suitcase, waiting for him to return. She remembered the room, the eel creature with the teeth and the goo. "Remember you went inside. I tried to stop you, but you did. You went inside. Amy," She turned, looking into the green eyes of her Raggedy Doctor, seeing his warm, kind smile. "Dream about what you saw." He asked her, and she thought about it very, very hard.
She felt hands on her shoulders, and stirred at the sound of her name being called.
She was mildly disappointed when she opened her eyes and saw Rory looking down on her instead. "What happened?" She asked.
"He did it, the Doctor did it." Rory cried with joy as he helped Amy sit back up. She looked around and saw there was no longer a prisoner zero, and the Doctor was glaring out the window.
"No, I didn't." He said bitterly. He pulled out the phone he'd had before, started pushing buttons and such.
"What are you doing?" Rory asked as he helped Amy to her feet.
"Tracking the signal back. Sorry, in advance." The Doctor said over his shoulder.
"For what?" Rory asked as he let go of Amy, allowing her to move closer.
"The bill," The Doctor said before his posture changed to perfectly straight. "Oi! I didn't say you could go." He yelled into the phone. "Article fifty-seven of the Shadow Proclamation. This is a fully established, level five planet, and you were going to burn it? What? Did you think no one was watching? You lot, back here, now!" He hung up, tossed the phone to Rory, and grinned without any body to it. "Okay, now, I've done it." He turned sharply, heading out the ward.
Amy immediately started following him, hearing Rory trying to keep up. "Did he just bring them back?" He asked her as they followed the Doctor while he strode down the corridor with set shoulders. "Did he just save the world from aliens and then bring all the aliens back?"
Amy ignored him. "Where are you going?" She asked the Doctor instead.
"The roof," He said, pausing by the door to the locker room. "No, hang on." He turned to the door, pushed it open, and Amy followed.
He was sifting through clothes and cubbies, tossing most and holding on to a piece or two. "What's in here?" She asked him.
"I'm saving the world, I need a decent shirt." He replied. "To hell with the raggedy, time to put on a show." He said as he toed off the old, worn looking sneakers, loosened the damaged tie and tossed it aside with a look of regret.
"You just summoned aliens back to Earth. Actual aliens, deadly aliens, aliens of death, and now you're taking your clothes off?" Rory stammered as the Doctor untucked the rest of his shirt and pulled it off. "Amy, he's taking off his clothes."
She noticed. She wasn't complaining. She was used to scrawny with Rory, and while the Doctor was certainly on the thin side, she could see that it was an illusion. Muscles rippled in his back as he moved. A strong, wide back. His arms had minor definition, the subtle kind that didn't show their real strength. He turned toward them when he had his shirt off, and his chest and abs didn't disappoint either.
"Turn your back if it embarrasses you." He said before turning around and getting to work on the brown trousers.
Rory turned his back, glancing at Amy who could barely pull her eyes away as the Doctor stripped off the old, ratty pin stripped trousers. His pants were snug. Very snug, and she was hoping maybe he'd turn around so she could get an idea what was happening in the front.
"Are you not going to turn your back?" Her kinda, sorta boyfriend asked with annoyance.
Amy folded her arms, tilting her head a little. "Nope." She said with a grin, watching the Doctor as he put his gathered pieces of clothes on. He looped all the ties around his neck, leaving them hanging there.
"I'll figure this lot out on the go," he said as he gestured to the strips of cloth before walking past them. Amy watched his bum perhaps a little longer and a little more obviously than she should have in front of Rory, but then she realized the Doctor was about to handle the aliens he'd summoned back to Earth, and decided that may be the better show to watch at the moment.
~DWDWDW~
After dealing with the Atraxi, the Doctor ran all the way back to Amelia - Amy's - house after he found his TARDIS key glowing. For old time's sake, he used it to open the doors, eager to head inside and find out what was waiting for him.
His ship did not disappoint. "Look at you," He smiled as he looked around the warm, glowing room that looked decidedly Spock. He wouldn't have liked it in his last two bodies, he was sure, but this one really enjoyed what he saw. "Oh, you sexy thing, look at you." He said, closing the door and running up to the console. He ran his hand over the dematerlization switch, caressed it before flipping it. He smiled as the engine groaned, the TARDIS humming with pride as he watched the rotor bob with glee.
"Now," he said to it. "What about our fourth heart?"
At this, the TARDIS hummed sadly, sending him directions to where he would find his wife.
His smile fell, and he ran to the room he was shown, pausing and shaking before the blue door across from their bedroom. It bore the image of a Wolf howling at the moon, and in the moon was the design of a rose. He put his hand on the knob, turning it and stepping through.
Rose was on a bed that looked luxurious and rich, her arms resting on her abdomen and her eyes closed. There was nothing else in the small room but a chair beside the bed, a very comfy looking chair fit for sleeping in, and a table between the two.
The Doctor walked over to the table, seeing the simple read out sitting on it for him to examine.
"Healing coma," he said after a glance over it. "My energy hit her, worsening what looks to be an existing symptom of the regeneration process." The TARDIS hummed an affirmative. "When will she come out of it, Old Girl? Any idea?" A hum of uncertainty. He set the paper down, looked at his wife, brushed at her golden hair. Placing a kiss on her temple, his hearts stuttered as he felt a spike in their connection, though nothing more happened. "I'm sorry." He said, tears prickling his eyes as he fell to his knees. "I saved the world today, and I kept thinking you should have been there. But you weren't, and it's my fault. I should have just regenerated the second I was back in the TARDIS. I shouldn't have held off. If I hadn't, you may have been awake by now." He reached up and took one her hands in his and squeezed it. "Rose, my Rose, my precious girl, please wake up. He kissed her knuckles, her hand, moved on to her cheek and then her lips.
The TARDIS hummed in his mind to sooth him, reassure him that she'd wake up when the time was right.
"I know," He said, taking a shuddering breath before forcing on a smile. "I met an amazing girl today. I think you'd like her. Her name is Amelia, well, Amy. She reminds me a lot of Donna. She helped me, Sweetheart, stubborn as she was she helped in the end. Think we should go pick her up? Take her on a trip to say thank you?" He paused, focusing his mind entirely on his bond with Rose. He thought he felt it spike, thought he felt approval. Maybe it was wishful thinking, but he went with it. "I'll go get her then." He stood, placing her hand back on her abdomen but didn't let go just yet. "Don't sleep through the whole visit. It's me that's supposed to be the rude one." He leaned down, putting his mouth right by her ear. "And I'm still not ginger, either."
He definitely felt a spike then, and his hearts sped up and soared. It only lasted a second, barely that, but it was enough of a reassurance to him that she'd pull through. He kissed her brow one last time, then left.
He stepped out of the room, heading with renewed vigor to the console room and keeping his bond to his wife as wide open as possible. He popped in the coordinates, and flipped the switch, and flew the TARDIS back to Amy's garden.
He stepped outside into the cool, night air. A little later than he intended to return, but he noticed the light in the bedroom upstairs, the same one from when she was a child, was on. She was up, at least.
A moment later, Amy came striding out the front door toward him, a robe over her night gown and slippers on her feet.
"Sorry about running off earlier," he apologized. "Brand new TARDIS, bit exciting. Just had a quick jump into the vortex to check on something important, make sure everything was working well."
Amy was staring at him like she couldn't believe he was real. Again. "It's you. You came back." She said, and he furrowed his brow.
Felt different than it used to.
"Course I came back. I always come back. Something wrong with that?" He asked.
She looked him over. "You kept the clothes." She noted.
He rolled his eyes. "Well, I just saved the world, the whole planet, for about the millionth time, no charge. Yeah, shoot me, I kept the clothes." He considered for a moment if maybe he should have returned the clothes he borrowed the last time he had to make a wardrobe change within a hospital. Mind, he was naked except for the standard issue white cloth draped over corpses in a morgue, but maybe he could have brought them back at some point.
"Including the bow tie?" Amy had asked, looking at the accessory.
He liked the bow tie, and straightening it felt right. "It's cool. Bow ties are cool." He said with confidence, hoping Rose would agree. She was rather fond of the ties, and tying them for him. Did she know how to tie a bow tie?
"Are you from another planet?" Amy teased, and he sobered.
"Yeah." He replied.
"Okay," She said slowly, like she didn't believe him.
"So what do you think?" He asked, remembering the reason he came back at all.
"Of what?" She asked.
"Other planets," He replied. "Want to check some out?"
"What does that mean?" She asked.
"It means, well, it means come with me." He said, gesturing to the TARDIS behind him with his head.
Amy narrowed her eyes. "Where?"
"Wherever. You. Like." He said with a grin.
She shook her head. "All that stuff. The hospital, the spaceships, Prisoner Zero." She rattled off.
"That's just the beginning," he said excitedly. "There's loads more."
"It was two years ago." Amy snapped at him.
Oh, well. He wasn't expecting that, was he? Must have got the years wrong. Maybe it was a good thing Rose wasn't awake at the moment. A hundred years, and she never let his twelve month slip-up go. Now, well. ….
"So that's …."
"Fourteen years." Amy snapped.
"Fourteen years since fish custard." He said, looking at the girl in front of him who was trying so hard to be angry. Her hope was getting in the way, though. Hope in her eyes, pushing that anger back. "Amy Pond, you've waited long enough." He said with a gentle smile. "So, are you coming?"
"No," She said quickly.
"You wanted to come fourteen years ago." He reminded her.
"I grew up." She said, but he could see she still wanted him to push for her.
"I'll soon fix that," he said, snapping his fingers. The orange glow of the new console room washed over them, and he saw the hope in Amy's eyes change to wonder. She stepped past him, walking inside slowly. He chuckled to himself, and followed her, and closed the door behind him. "Well? Anything you want to say? Any passing remarks? I've heard them all." He said, hoping she'd say the five words that never got old.
She looked around, and he did too. Taking in the multiple staircases, that lead to a landing above, offering a few different entry points to the expansive corridors.
"I'm in my nightie." Amy said.
Four words, not nearly as fun spoken from any other mouth but Rose's. Though, he was decidedly glad it wasn't the same tone or nightie style that accompanied that phrase from his wife.
"Oh, don't worry, plenty of clothes in the wardrobe." He waved it off, moving over to the controls. "So, all of time and space, everything that ever happened or will, where do you want to go?" He asked Amy, watching as she circled the room another time.
"You are so sure that I'm coming," She said with smirk.
"Yeah, I am." He replied.
"Why?" She asked.
"'Cause you're the Scottish girl in the English village. All these years living here, most of your life, and you've still got that accent." He pointed out, reminding her that she may have changed her name and her attitude but deep down she was still Amelia, still hung on to her childhood. Still the girl who wanted to come on a trip with the Raggedy Doctor in his time machine and escape her life for just a moment.
She came up beside him, fingers on his gleaming console. "Can you get me back for tomorrow morning?" She asked.
"It's a time machine," he reminded her. "I can get you back five minutes after we left." He leaned toward her, "What's tomorrow? Big photo shoot?" He asked.
"No, just stuff." She said eyes falling as her cheeks turned red.
"Alright, then. Back in time for stuff." He said, and the TARDIS poked his mind before something popped up beside his hand on the console. He looked down, seeing the new sonic screwdriver waiting to be plucked up. He retrieved it, looking over the new casing and light, admiring the little claw on the end. He set it to a healing function, pushing the button just to hear the new whir. "Lovely," he patted the console. "Thanks, dear." He said, feeling the happy hum in his mind.
"Why me?" Amy suddenly asked, getting his attention once again.
"Why not?"
"No, seriously. You are asking me to run away with you in the middle of the night. It's a fair question: why me?"
"It's not like that, so you can wipe that thought from your head right now." He pointed firmly at her, not quite sure what to make of the wicked smirk that came over her. "I told a little girl I'd come back for her, and I failed. But then she grew up and helped me save the world, and we have a thing about giving those who save the world a trip or few as a way of showing our appreciation."
"We?" Amy asked, arching a brow. "Who's we?"
He went to say her name, but his hearts ached. What if Rose didn't wake up while Amy was here? "Me." He said. "Me and my blue box."
"A madman with a blue box." Amy countered cheekily.
"Precisely." He said, flipping the switch and sending the TARDIS off into space. "Goodbye, Leadworth." He said to her, seeing her grin change to one of pure excitement. He felt Rose in his mind, just a touch stronger for just a moment, and he smiled wider. "Hello, everything."
A/N: Hello! I posted early because it's the holidays, and I realized it was a little mean to leave you all hanging.
Thank you to those who read, favorited, followed, and reviewed so far.
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Yeah, I know, not a whole lot of changes to this one. Hard to do with Rose sorta out of commission. Don't worry, she won't be out for too too long.
Until next post.