A/N This chapter is written from Amy's point of view, I'll be switching between POVs throughout this fanfic so let me know if you like it or not.
"My raggedy man is back" I thought to myself. I always thought he'd find a way back to us, I had started to give up hope. I continued in this euphoric state until I realised that Tony was here. Tony. Here. With the Doctor.
We had never told him about our travels except that I was from Scotland and that Rory was from England, and we sort of made a cover for that too. We told him that we came over on a boat and that Rory had came because of the better job opportunities, which was far from the truth, we could barely survive on the wages he made as a so called "Doctor's assistant" (male nurses are simply not accepted now).
"Tony, this is the Doctor and he's a time traveller and we used to travel with him. We actually are from the future" I told him, not really thinking of how much weight that sentence had. Tony slumped over onto the floor.
"He's alright he just passed out" Rory announced after checking him over. He pulled a pack that the Doctor had given him for Christmas out of his pocket and put the digital smelling salts up to Tony's nose.
"Doctor look! The whole kitchen is gone!" I shouted.
"It's the paradox catching up with me. Put your hands on here now" The Doctor became very serious as he punched codes into the vortex manipulator and I clasped Tony's hand and put it on the Manipulator under my hand.
The TARDIS. We were in the TARDIS. She had changed but there was no mistaking that it was her. The circular Gallifreyan on the walls and the round things made it so clear. I started to cry as I heard her making her wonderful whooshing, wheezing sound that I hadn't heard in what seemed like thousands of years.
A young brunette girl walked in as we landed.
"Clara, meet Amy, Rory and Antonio" he told her as she walked up the stairs to the console.
"It's Anthony actually" Rory explained.
"Right close enough. So this is Clara, my… companion" He replied, slightly hiding the fact that he had replaced Amy and Rory.
Clara was wearing a black dress with roses on it and a leather motor bike jacket. A bit edgy I thought.
She walked over to Tony and smiled at him. "What year are you in?"
"Tenth grade"
"Ah that's right you're American. I'll have to tutor you, get you up to British standards" she winked.
"Oh I'd love that" he said, eyeing her skirt. For a fifteen year old he's quite a flirt with the late twenties girls.