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. Second Chapter Up! This one will skip over a bunch of years – and very quickly move through some of Amy's younger life. I'm not creative enough to fill the story with millions of different planets and alien species, besides – I'd like to think that Eleven wouldn't endanger a child.

Amelia Pond

The TARDIS never lost its appeal to Amelia Pond, she could spend hours and hours exploring the rooms that the TARDIS had created over her lifetime – though it would probably take her a lifetime to see them all, if not longer. The Library was her favorite place – depending on whether or not the pool was there. The Doctor couldn't help and be a bit exasperated with her when she'd dropped a priceless first edition into the clear waters, but then he'd done something impressive and clever in the TARDIS console room, and it was nearly good as new.

She saw so many places, and had so many adventures – though when she grew older she couldn't help but notice that they grew more dangerous. When she was seven – he took her mostly to places with beautiful scenery and to meet all the people she wanted. Winston Churchill thought she was an adorable little thing – and Tom Cruise offered her a place in one of his movies. The Doctor, her Raggedy Man was always constant, teaching her whatever she needed to know – and even dropping by Leadworth without her to snatch up schoolbooks, because as he said 'learning what the humans think you should is important Amelia. An old creature such as myself can be a little behind the times'. He was more of a caring older brother than anything – a guardian yes, but in a friendly way.

For her eighth birthday he took her to see the sunsets on the planet Ilunabar, which swirled with so many colors – and Amelia didn't even have names for half of them. When she turned nine – they celebrated with a visit to a restaurant on Lampegio that served the best Ice Cream in the universe, and you could pick your own flavor. Amelia settled for Chocolate Covered Apple, and the Doctor finally found a planet that would make him fish-fingers and Custard flavored ice cream. After that – they went there every year.

When she turned ten, things started to change.

It was harder to talk with the Doctor without becoming flustered – and having him flail about going on and on about her fairytale name was embarrassing – and made her pale cheeks flame with color. She didn't want to be the child Amelia in his eyes any longer. She didn't want to be his little kid sidekick. Amelia had developed her first crush it seems, at ten years old, to a dual-hearted Alien who was more than 800 years her senior. But then again, that's the way it always is, isn't it?

When she turned Eleven, over the now traditional ice cream, she asked that he call her Amy from now on. He was puzzled, and she was hurriedly thinking up a reason why. "Why would you want something so boring as Amy, when you are the Brilliant Amelia?" His brows were crumpled over green-grey eyes and he had a spot of pale ice cream on his nose. "Because! Amelia is a child's name, and I am grown now. It's time to stop living in fairy tales." Her charge first and think later attitude had grown in it seems, and she could see as soon as she said that, that he'd been hurt by it – even in the slightest. "Oh. Well then, I suppose I should take you back to Leadworth. "

Tears were streaming down her face before she could even think about it – and she turned and fled, straight back to the TARDIS and the room it had given her. She flopped on the bed there and sobbed. Why was he taking her back? Because he'd grown tired of her – because he wanted to get back to the good adventures? The Doctor had often commented about how she had to be older to go to the real exciting planets, and she'd been hoping that now that she was eleven he would let her. After all eleven was his favorite number – in this body anyway. It took him about 45 seconds find her room and she heard him knock softly on the door-jamb. "Why the tears Amelia?" He ignored her angry cry of "It's Amy!" and his hand rested softly upon her jumper clad shoulder. Her face was still hidden in the folds of her duvet, but she turned slightly so that a brown eye peeked out at him – red rimmed and still leaking. "I don't want you to take me back. It's not home anymore. It never was." He seemed confused – because it took him several moments to reply. "But..You—" It still amazed her – how even at nine-hundred-and-whatever he was oblivious to things like sarcasm and figures of speech. "You thought I meant I wanted to go home?" She didn't hear anything – so he must have been nodding. "I never want to go home."

AN:/: Chapter two! This one was a quick filler chapter to fast-forward through the younger years. She'll be seventeen in the next chapter, so it'll skip a bit more – then the adventures will start from there I think. I know it's probably a bit of a bore right now – hopefully I can get it to pick up later :3

~ With a Name Like A Fairytale