I do not own Doctor Who, nor am I affiliated with BBC in any way. Review if you like, and please ignore any spelling or grammar errors. Word can only catch so much. Also – I'd like to say that I have never met a British person, or anyone Scottish, so any dialogue may sound a bit off, sorry for that XD I'm going entirely by what I've managed to find online. Early update because I'm antsy. Set about a quarter of the way through 'The Eleventh Hour'. Please note! When I say Amelia I am most likely referring to Amy as a child. Though the course of events that led her to 'change' her name to Amy will different, she still eventually will. The Doctor regularly switches between names.
Amelia Pond
Her hat matched her sweater, as did the flowers on her nightie and her new rain boots; her coat too, fit the ensemble – deep blue with red trim. Her suitcase was packed full of things that she deemed important – her books on the Romans and Pandora's Box, as well as her favorite Jumper, her purple sneakers, an extra hat, the Locket that Aunt Sharon said was her mother's, her favorite bear, her pink toothbrush and five pounds she'd found under her bed when she'd been looking for the suitcase. She'd also snatched the stupid yellow watch that she'd gotten last year for her birthday, and had fastened it on her wrist in a last minute thought. She wanted to make sure that The Doctor stayed true to his promise.
She had settled in the cooled grass, and suppressed a small shiver as she alternated between staring intently at the ruined shed where The Doctor had left, and the cheery yellow watch – keeping an eye on how long he'd been gone. Four minutes and forty-nine seconds later, eyes widened as she hear a strange noise – something along the lines of a person shaking a large sheet of metal back and forth – but slightly deeper. The Police Box that had left her yard not long ago materialized again – though this time it landed right side up. Amelia stood eyes wide as she waited for the door to open and her newfound friend to return.
The door opened in a flash, and The Doctor poked his head out – almost as if he was checking to make sure he had actually landed back in the yard of Amelia Pond – the little girl with a name like a fairytale – instead of somewhere else. When he saw her staring back at him – he grinned – and then bounded from the Police Box without a word, instructing her sternly to stay where she was – and then disappeared behind the blue door into her house. After waiting a few moments, she followed, leaving her suitcase next to the door so she would remember to gather it later.
Amelia found him standing in the second floor hallway, whipping his head around like he'd seen something and then lost it again. "Amelia!" he snapped when he saw her, though he looked far from angry. "What did I tell you? You're afraid of nothing yes, but you should listen to what The Doctor says." She shrugged, and he pouted for a few seconds before turning away and muttering to himself, something she couldn't quite catch, but sounded suspiciously like 'the corner of my eye..'
Amelia stood at the top of the staircase, and if she hadn't been so frightened by the crack in her wall and the new revelation that prisoner zero may have escaped through her room, she probably would have been amused by his actions. He looked positively mad, though she supposed if he was mad – than she would be as well, for believing what he was saying. Though, she was only seven – so maybe she just believed him because he was an adult? Children were easily manipulated after all.
"Amy! Get downstairs now!"
Without much thought she'd turned her head and ducked down the staircase as fast as her rubber-boot footed legs could carry her. Perhaps it was the utter shock in his voice that had sent her teetering down the steps, because really – she wanted to be up there, seeing him defeat this prisoner Zero. There were several loud bangs, and the distinct noise of that little light thing he'd carried in his pocket. A yell and then silence. More silence. Amelia moved back and forth on her feet at the bottom of the stairs – wondering if she should return back up. Just as she was about to jump up the steps, his floppy-haired head popped around the railing. "It's alright now! Ready to go Pond?"
Her face broke into a huge grin as he stumbled down the stairs, looking perhaps a bit more raggedy than when he had crashed into her yard about an hour and five minutes ago. She merely nodded, and then they were leaving the house behind – closing and locking the door behind them – because she remembered how cross Aunt Sharon got when she left it open at night. The Kitchen was still a mess, the butter still out and melting slowly from its dish – the pot of beans sat congealing into a blob of goo rather than beans right next to the cooling pan of bacon – across from the empty yogurt container – whose contents were splattered across the table next to the only apple in the bowl with a bite out of it.
She couldn't bring herself to look back, as they approached the blue box of his and he picked her suitcase off of the ground. Then, he swung the door inward and waited. She was in awe. Seven year old Amelia Pond – for once in her life, had nothing to say.
It was bigger on the inside.
AN:/: WANLAF again, just thanking you for sticking with me, even if it was for only one chapter.
~ With a Name Like A Fairytale