"Amelia!" The Doctor yelled, chasing the young child through the twists and turns of the maze, but somehow she was always ahead of him. He growled, stretching out his legs to their full stride and bursting into a full sprint. "Amelia!"
The girl laughed, skipping along as she ran, ginger hair flaring out like fire as she ran but when she turned the next corner she stopped in a large room that fanned out for as far as the eye could see in every direction, green grass met his shoes but it took the Doctor a moment to realize that Amelia was running through a path made of stone angels, there hands frozen in a state that held their claws out and ready to tear while there faces were forever twisted into a snarl.
The Doctor blinked, ducking through the arch that their stone arms made as he ran after Amelia, they were running through a path lined with Weeping Angels. Amelia laughed, a full grown up laugh as she threw a book out to him, instantly the Doctor caught it, his hearts nearly stopped in shock as he read the cover. 'Melody Malone'. He blinked, throwing the book away but then she stopped at an area where the angels were not.
He caught up to her, eventually skidding to a stop beside the little girl, she was staring at one headstone, a headstone with two names on it. The Doctor's hearts dropped. He only read the title as he forced himself not to cry, instead he dug his nails into his palm very violently, he was sure there were angry red lines.
"You promised." Amelia said flatly, her voice too cold for a child of that age to muster. "You promised, we would have adventures and you left me. Just like all the others, Rose, Martha, Donna."
The Doctor blinked, face sombering until it was almost heart breaking to receive even a single glance from the Time Lord. "I had no choice...but Amelia, it was an accident. I would've come back for you if I could, you get to travel with me for years when you grow up!"
She whipped around, hand tearing away from the Doctor's grasp. "And that's the reason I died. You promised we would travel forever and then you leave me like a book on a shelf! You. Are. Not. My. Doctor."
He stepped away, eyes widening in horror, every wound his hearts received from his travels with the Ponds tearing through him. He stepped away yet again but this time something grabbed his ankle, making him trip. He growled, the angel's hold was tight and painful but only Amelia continued her taunts. The Doctor shook his head, a snarl forming on his face but then a new voice cut through.
"That is enough!"
Young Amelia looked up and narrowed her eyes. Standing behind the Doctor were two people, one had a sword drawn while the other was standing tall and snarling at her younger self. Amy and Rory.
The child's eyes flashed gold for a moment before she growled out "Are you serious? You don't scare me, come on!"
"It's best if you scuttle." Rory growled angrily, the grip on his sword handle tightening until his knuckles turned white. "My Amy is here and you're not her. Do you understand."
She smirked, eyes fully brightening to a cold gold. Amelia shook her head, a smirk playing on her face and then she turned her glare back to the Doctor. He only blinked as she said "Honestly, this is the last time I take a vessel. I promise."
And with that, she was gone. All in a flash of gold. The Doctor blinked, letting her words sink in but then he stood, a nostalgic smile tearing its way across his face as he turned to face the two companions he had lost that fateful day in New York. A pair of strong arms wrapped themselves around his neck as Amy embraced her Raggedy Doctor, almost causing him to fall over but luckily he stood strong.
Rory hugged him too, and the Doctor smiled, oh how he missed his Ponds-no his family. After what seemed like hours Amy let go so he could breathe, the Doctor smiled, a new and childish light taking to his eyes as he fought not to cry.
"How long has it been?" Rory asked, a arm around Amy to stop her shaking. "For you? Five years for us."
The Doctor shook his head. "Almost five hundred years. A long time in fact. Met a few of my past regenerations along the way, both couldn't believe I was them. You should have seen Captain Grumpy's face."
Amy chuckled. "You nickname yourself? That would be a weird Thanksgiving dinner...and imagine, River's technically married...to...them...all."
"Yeah," he said with a shake of his head and a grimace of pure disgust "let's not go there. A few of my other wives would either kill me or...me."
Rory blinked, a smirk crossing his face as he said "How many other people have you married then? Please tell me they're all in the least female."
The Doctor flushed bright red, turning away but not before answering. "Nope."
The Last Centurion rolled his eyes while Amy grinned. The Doctor walked away, the two trailing behind him, but as soon as they exited the graveyard the walls tore themselves down and readjusted around them, leaving them in a completely new hallway that seemed to stretch on in so many directions. Amy rolled her eyes as she crossed her arms over her chest. "Great. Where do we head now? Rory and I were traveling for hours in this maze before we found you."
He blinked, padding forward in an almost feline way as he tried to find sight of Clara. Rory piped up "That's a lot of purple you're wearing. Found a favorite color did you?"
The Doctor gave a sad sigh, it was better he didn't go into detail of his 'depression' period. He didn't want a hug right now. "Yeah, thought I'd need a costume change. Brown tweed was getting kind of boring."
Suddenly a snapping sensation echoed up into the maze as the floor in front and behind them began to fall away like puzzle pieces. Amy grabbed Rory instantly as the small piece of unaltered floor began to sway. The Time Lord caught Rory as he toppled over, The Last Centurion blinked, he never thought such a scrawny man could hold so much weight. The Doctor grit his teeth, holding all of them up was harder than expected as the floor began to sway violently.
Amy screamed, boots slipping on the suddenly slick floor sending her falling from her husband's grasp and towards the edge. The Doctor slipped and hit the floor with a hollow thud, his hand lashed out, fingers prying the air as he reached out for Amy but he only caught air. Amy's terrified scream pierced the air as she fell.
Clara whipped around, skirt flaring out beneath her as she stormed to the next turn, her panic was rising as she tried to find any source of sound in the silent maze. With her own heartbeat pounding noisily in her ears she ran, her heels clicking against the floor. Suddenly a loud crashing sound tore through the air but Clara knew that noise, waves. Following the sound subconsciously she ran around the corner, towards the noise.
That's when she fell.
Her stomach met her throat as she fell, arms shooting out helplessly as she tried to find something to slow her sudden fall. Sadly, there was nothing. A scream pierced the air but was cut short as Clara fell into ice-cold water. She was sent tumbling helplessly through the dark water, it was hard to even tell which way was up as the waves tossed her among the salty sea. She swam upward and as soon as her head broke the surface, she took a gasp of air just as a new wave covered her, throwing her back to the depths.
Suddenly her legs met the sand, the broken shells tearing into her light grey leggings and legs, leaving blood to stain the water after her. Suddenly she hit the sand fully, Clara's eyes tore open and began to burn from the salt content but in a moment she found herself tumbling through the water and onto the shore. Clara laid back, the water lapping slowly at her splayed out arms and legs, blood giving the sand a pink tone.
"Oh my god!" A woman screamed suddenly. "Are you okay?!"
Clara sat up, eyes wide with the pain that tore through her legs. She looked up and blinked at the woman running towards her. She had long blonde hair that was flaring out behind her as she ran a rose-colored sweater to match her dark colored jeans and tennis shoes. Clara nodded as the girl slid into the sand next to her, glancing at Clara's torn legs, strangely the wounds weren't that deep to begin with. "Yeah I'm fine. Just a few scrapes, nothing big."
The woman nodded, helping Clara to her feet. Upon making sure Clara could stand she finally said "Name's Rose."