The loud sound of stomping echoed up and down the Tardis corridors. At times like this, Amy was a force to be reckoned with. You had better chances of survival by throwing yourself out the doors into the Time Vortex, and that said something.
At times like this, only two things could stop Amy- Rio, and River Song who had been quite quiet for a while now.
The Tardis groaned and swung a door open, hoping to lead her occupant further away where she could calm down completely.
Amy blinked surprised as the open door led her to a place where she had rarely ever visited- the library. If it wasn't for a few trips trying to find the Doctor, she wouldn't have even known it existed.
The books were tidy and set up on the shelves by year, then author, then title. Amy rolled her eyes at the large library, sighing and plopping herself onto a rather plump armchair as she couldn't see the end.
"Hello!" She shouted, and was astonished to find that her voice echoed even further throughout the dusty shelves and tomes.
She scowled, looking over and seeing thin screens that apparently turned into the 42nd century books, rather silly to look at.
So Amy wondered, walking up and down the aisles, eventually giggling at a few books, laughing rather loudly as she spotted a ratty copy of 'The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy' Standing on a pedestal with a signed signature that looked suspiciously like Author Dent.
There was an open area filled with a few cozy looking chairs on a rug in front of a fireplace and an espresso maker in the corner- Amy always figured the Doctor was for tea!
To the right of that, there were a few showcases that obviously were the prize of the Doctor's collection. A few high tech looking books with a strange chip design on the top which much have been a signature. A few other high-tech books that steadily turned more familiar to Amy as she walked down the show room.
She spotted a few autographed books from her time- The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, with a little note on the side scribbles out rather quickly, thanking the Doctor for saving him from some large octopus. It was signed by a Samuel Clemens whoever he was.
The entire Harry Potter series were just across of that showcase, having a large loopy signature across the spines of all seven books, ending on the not released seventh.
More books were cluttered around, almost all were signed that were inside a showcase, but a few were Gallifreyan, easily Amy recognized that from the circle patterns that littered them like little clock gears.
As Amy wandered down the aisle, she noted how the lights grew dark suddenly, but Amy saw a few more up ahead.
Amy frowned, wondering why her Doctor would have hidden such books so far away. She wandered forward, noticing a few old fashioned books that looked as if they belonged to someone else as the Doctor had never dog eared a page.
A few old books here and there, a rather loved story of Alice in Wonderland, with someone's rather neat and orderly handwriting on the spine- property of Donna Noble.
Amy frowned, was she a past companion?
A clean copy of Pride and Prejudice was in the next showcase, the spine obviously showing that it had been opened often, yet the pages were barely crumpled, a neat freak.
A little tag was below it, as it had no name on it- who was this Martha girl?
"What is this, the hall of Companions?" Amy sniffled, moving onto the next one, a rather ratty book. Carefully taped and mended with care although it was well past its normal age. It was sure to break any time, and yet Amy could see that the book was obviously loved.
It was a cute book- but the cover was fixed and broken so many times- the words were impossible to read.
Amy reached for the clasp of the case, just to open the cover page to see what the book was, she was rather surprised to see a lock on this case. Only this one and none other.
"What?" She questioned, surprised and slightly confused on why only this one would have a lock.
She did notice the little drawing- a doodle on the bottom left side of the cover page, in sharpie and fading rather from the background.
"A rose, okay, so this is a Rose." Amy nodded, feeling rather happy with her discovery. Apparently, this companion was not meant to be forgotten.
She turned, moving to the last showcase with a book that looked entirely brand new.
She frowned, flipping the glass lid open and tugging the front cover open, as there seemed to be no name on it or who it belonged to. The cover felt slightly resistant, so Amy was right by the fact nobody had probably ever read this book.
Find someone- Verity Newman
Amy frowned at the cursive script, and then checked the front cover again, indeed it was the author that wrote the book. The name was printed just below a picture of an old fashion pocket watch with the title in bold letters- The Journal of impossible things.
She tossed it slightly, deciding to read it even though it seemed slightly lengthy. She couldn't read all of it, probably skip around and read the parts she wanted to.
She continued down the hall of cases, eventually getting back to the main library and plopping down rather quickly on one of the plump chairs awaiting her, having cooled down from her furious state earlier.
She flipped to the back, reading aloud as she spotted each word in the gold and light brown swirling cover.
"Joan Redfern is a nurse working at Farringham School for boys in 1913. Her life is normal, until a new teacher is brought in- John Smith, with his family slave Martha. He is different, blanking out on occasion, saying things but not remembering how he knew them, and more particularly, owning a journal with the story of a man who traveled the stars. Not long after, a strange threat falls onto the school, leaving one question. Why do these monsters want John?" Amy read, frowning slightly at how cliché it sounded.
She flipped through the pages, allowing the new print smell to flare up as the pages rolled down, but a few flickers of color made Amy stop and carefully go through the pages, stopping at the first page.
On the right hand side, there was a picture, a beat up old journal, leather bound with a few cracks in the cover. It looked old, ancient, the ink spots on the side of the pages helped prove that.
Amy looked up at the top of the left page, reading intently.
This was the first time John cared to show me this journal of his. He had mentioned it in the passing before, ranting on and on about how this strange man traveled among the stars, saving distant worlds from unholy threats. It was strange, but as he passed me his journal I could not help but have my curiosity spike. He had talked as if it was his life, not one of a man's dreams.
Amy read and gently closed the book, picking it up with her as she moved, grabbing a bookmark off a side table she was sure wasn't there, and she herself plopped down onto a more comfortable couch, setting her feet up as she moved to the first chapter.
About twenty minutes passed before Amy grew bored, she couldn't stand how slow the book was at the beginning! The man (who she suspected was the Doctor) hadn't even come in yet!
"This is taking forever!" Amy cried angrily, throwing the book at the couch, where the footstool flung out, catching the book on a certain page not long in.
At times like this, Amy really was freaked out by the Tardis.
She hesitantly took the book back, looking at the page where she was- the same chapter she was at the first time.
"Okay- I'll read." Amy nodded, now persistent as she had no idea how this would end.
We had split the books, walking in a direction only he knew. He talked, telling me to make sure that the boys didn't have a head of steal, or their tongue turn too sharp to a lady.
We continued to walk, him calling my Matron Redfern, a title I despised so greatly, He seemed accepting to my displeasure and agreed to call me Nurse Redfern, I even offered him to call me Joan, which is rather strange in a time like this.
We had rounded a corner nearest the information updates. A flyer for the towns held dance, rather charming that is. It was then when I made up my mind for him to take me.
Amy smiled, liking this woman even if she was rather….old-ish. But it was strange; she couldn't picture the Doctor doing any of this stuff. She'd have to ask him about it later.
He was tall for his age, rather slim. If it wasn't for my medical training I would have been concerned he was not eating properly-
Amy now frowned.
-He often talked quickly, saying everything and yet not saying anything at all. He smiled a lot, and for some reason, when he walked without greeting someone, his right hand flexed, as if reaching for a book to read perhaps?
Amy now frowned, flipping the page and her eyes momentarily widened as there was an old photo from the 1913 era.
She quickly read the caption below the photo, mouthing as she read. 'John Smith. August 19 1913. He refused to draw himself, so I hired a local friend of mine to take pictures.'
Amy blinked, studying the man. Indeed he looked different from her Doctor. But hadn't River once said something about changing his body?
He wore the school needed black scholar looking robes fit with a cap. His eyes were assumed to be brown due to the darker hue of the photo, and he was indeed tall and scrawny. His face had lines set in them, as of someone who had been grieving a while ago, and his face looked like it had seen too much.
Amy knew this man at once.
She turned back to where she had left off, and read, skimming a bit.
He couldn't respond or didn't know how. He was nearing the edge of the stairway, and while I tried to point them out, he continued to stutter, a look flashing through his eyes, similar to a look of guilt for an unknown cause. It was rather strange indeed, seeing this look.
It was then he tumbled backwards, sharply hitting the back of his skull against the nearby railing of the stairway.
Amy winced, knowing how bad that could feel as she had fallen and hit her head on the railing of her own house.
I had him in my office not long after, fixing the open scrape in his skull while he fretted like a child, complaining all the while. Then, his maid rushed in. Martha, her name was.
"The one with the book?" Amy asked aloud, and the Tardis hummed, allowing her to know that she was correct.
She was obviously fretting over the illness of my patient. I scolded her over barging in, as she hurried to the door, knocked on it, then continued into the room, not waiting for the slightest of moments!
Amy smiled, understanding the concern of any companion.
He was embarrassed at that, but then he started mentioning it. The very first time but that quickly drew my attention.
He spoke of his dreams, he deemed himself crazy, but I listened. He dreamed that he was 'hiding' for almost every night of this month, he dreamed this, and he told me.
I remembered our conversation here, he told me, that he dreamed quiet often, that he had two hearts.
I playfully responded that I would see if that was true. I had grabbed my stethoscope and checked his hearts before giving him the results. 'I can confirm the diagnosis.' I had said 'Just one heart.'
He had smiled, as if happy that I had not thought him as a crazy-man.
'I have written down these dreams, that is, if you're interested.' He offered with a large smile so fitting for a man of his character.
I had said I was.
Amy placed the bookmark into the spot, noting that this was a few pages after his picture.
And Amy left the library, still holding onto the journal.