A/N: Er…hi? It's been a while. I'll leave the begging for mercy for later. But thanks to everyone who has favorite/subscribed and reviewed!
Disclaimer: Chapter 2 will tell you where to go
The Name's Pond, Amy Pond
Amelia's home life balanced on the edge of a knife. After Amelia bit Dr. Miller, Aunt Sharon hadn't exploded; she hadn't even reprimanded her. Sharon simply grounded Amelia for an undisclosed amount of time. This entailed Amelia staying in her room for the parts of the day during which she was home. Amelia noticed the Aunt Sharon really didn't know any other form of discipline. She complied though. Because of this, Amelia's days mainly consisted of school and obsessing over the Doctor. She could practically wallpaper her entire room with the pictures of the Doctor she had drawn; tiny clay sculptures of the blue box and of the Doctor cluttered the windowsill overlooking the garden. At times Amelia wondered of this was what her life would amount to: waiting for a man who would probably never come back and attempting to create mediocre replicas.
Though Sharon didn't punish Amelia harshly, she forced her to go to another psychiatrist every Saturday. The new psychiatrist, a Dr. Anderson, worked in a small building with pale yellow walls and chairs the creaked whenever she moved some much as an inch. To Amelia, these visits were the worst form of punishment imaginable. Dr. Anderson had a pompous, patronizing air about him, and while he made no mention of the Doctor being unreal, Amelia felt certain that she would soon have to bite him just as she bit Dr. Miller. Things seemed to spiral downward quickly.
Word of the incident with Dr. Miller somehow spread around Amelia's school, and in the months following Amelia's suspension, Sarah Grey's bullying worsened to a point where it should have been unbearable. Amelia was too stubborn and too smart to succumb to her taunts again. Instead of feeling hurt or sad, she felt furious. At the tormenting children, at her Aunt Sharon, but most of all at the Doctor for abandoning her to this mess. What would he do if he knew what was happening? Would he come back? Would he care? These thoughts plagued Amelia everyday from when she opened her eyes in the morning to long after she closed them at night. It was all she could think about.
Amelia found herself alone now. Her friends scattered after the fight with Sarah, all of them thinking she had officially lost it. Amelia realized quickly that they were not her true friends. That knowledge was the only thing that kept her from minding the lonesomeness. She took up reading at every possible moment of free time during school including lunch. Today the book she read at lunch focused around the Roman soldiers, a subject she recently started enjoying. It didn't matter how much Amelia liked the topic of the book or how good the book was, though. Sarah Grey's voice still rang clearly across the cafeteria.
"Look at Little Psychotic Amelia Pond," she announced loudly, "sitting all alone. No friends or anything."
Amelia dove farther into her book, rolling her eyes. But words still played in her mind.
Amelia Pond…the Doctor had called her name brilliant. At the time, Amelia had agreed. She no longer thought of it that way. "Amelia Pond" was the name carried on every insult of Sarah's, of half the school's. She was sick of it. It just wouldn't do anymore…..
"Are you Amelia Pond?"
Her head snapped up out of the book. A boy with dark blondish hair and a slightly large, pointy nose stood in front of her table. He looked familiar.
"That's technically my name." she said, closing the book. A thought popped into her head suddenly. It was a name, one that would work. "Call me Amy."
Amy Pond. Short and sweet and not fairy tale in the slightest.
"Oh, right," the boy shifted his feet awkwardly, "I'm Rory. Rory Williams."
A silence followed as each of the children appraised the other. Upon further observation Amy recognized him. Rory lived a few houses away from Amy and was in a few of her classes. Not art though, and she was glad for that.
After a moment Rory finally managed, "Everyone says you're mad."
"Why are you talking to me if you think I'm mad?"
Rory heaved a sigh of annoyance, slid out the chair in front of him, and sat down hurriedly. "I didn't say I thought you were mad, I said everyone else did," he clarified pointedly.
"And you're not like everyone else, then?" Amy raised an eyebrow at that.
"Well," Rory began slowly, "I reckon your Doctor's real. I mean, your parents always tell you that anything is possible, so why not this?"
"Exactly!" Amy interjected as a wave a relief swept over her. Finally, there was someone who knew she wasn't crazy. Who would've thought she would find it in a boy she'd never met before? Despite that, though, at that moment Rory Williams was her only friend. A broad smile stretched across Amy's face; she had a friend again. Rory smiled as well, though he did not know how much his belief in the Doctor made Amy happy.
"So, how exactly did you meet the Doctor?" Rory asked eagerly.
A quick feeling of alarm shot through Amy. Was Rory only asking to learn more to use it against her? A second look at Rory's face let her know any doubts were wrong. His curiosity was so sincere and so obvious that it could not be faked. Rory could be trusted. In that moment she saw that he was a good friend. And he was now her friend.
Pushing her paranoia and distrust aside, Amy began the story of the fateful night she met the Doctor.
"Well, it all began with this giant blue box with police written on its side crashing into my garden shed…."
A/N: So….I'm kind of late with this chapter, but I will not blame it on writer's block (which I had) or loads of schoolwork (which I also had). I will blame it on…THE DOCTOR! He said we'd only been gone for 22 minutes when in fact we had been gone for 22 days! He has really bad timing… I'm not sure when the next chapter will be up (useful?) but it won't take as long as thing one Reviews are like love only in word format.