The TARDIS materialized into a park as the Doctor stepped out into the fresh English air. "Ah Leadworth, you never change." Amy's hometown looked just as dull as he'd seen it before. There were people jogging in the park, some teens chatting and a couple making out on a bench; that was considered busy for this small town. "Okay," The Doctor looked at his watch witch always had the date and time on it: "It's April 10th. 4 days until Amy—"He couldn't bring himself to say dies, he couldn't think about her body lifeless in his arms. "Until Amy goes away, now where is she?" He quickly set off to the group of teenagers chatting. One was wearing a Leadworth Lions jacket. "Excuse me!" The Doctor interrupted. The group stared at him strangely. An older man in strange clothes trying to talk to them…creepy! "Hello!" The Doctor waved, but the teens still stood frozen in this awkward moment. "Right. Do any of you know Amelia Pond?"

A brave blonde stepped forward. "That loser? Why would you be looking for her?"

"Ummm, I'm…" The Doctor thought up a usual and quick lie. He whipped out his psychic paper and held it for the group. "I'm her family's new hired personal assistant. So I need to find Amy, I mean Amelia."

"Ha ha ha!" The group burst into laughter. "Probably just means he's Amelia's babysitter ha ha!" A young acne scarred boy scoffed. "If you really care Mister, she's probably at the library down the street. That's where all the losers hang out!"

The Doctor nodded. "Right, then ummm see you guys later!" He took off speedwalking down the street, but could still hear the teenagers say something like: 'What a freak!' and 'Amelia Pond is brace-face weirdo!' Before he knew it, the Doctor was at the library. "Small town…" He mumbled and looked through the window. Sitting at a table near the back book shelves was young Amelia Pond. The Doctor smiled impishly because he recognized her immediately. He long red hair was tied into a ponytail and her green eyes starred intensely into the text she was engulfed in. He saw more freckles than he expected, dancing down her arms and across her nose and chin. Seventeen year old Amelia Pond, the girl who waited ten years ago…

"Oh great!" The Doctor smacked himself in the face causing people walking by to stare curiously. Thinking out loud, not good. Does she still remember the raggedy Doctor? Will she flip-out if she sees me? What to do? Bravely, the Doctor marched into the library and plopped himself in the seat right across from Amelia Pond. She kept on reading, but he knew she was curious. She looked up for a moment, but quickly looked back down. "Hello." He whispered.

Amelia looked up again and raised her eyebrow. "Hi?" She whispered with a lisp. Her braces shimmered on her almost-straight teeth. The Doctor smirked, but she went back to reading.

"Are you Amelia Pond?" He leaned closer to her across the table.

She didn't miss a beat. "It depends, who's asking?"

"The Doctor." He whispered very quietly.

"Who?"

"The Doctor!" He got a little louder.

"Shhh!" The librarian gave him a cross look and the Doctor just smiled. Amelia, look at me!

"Who?"

"THE DOCTOR!" He stood out of his chair and startled Amelia into falling out of hers. She laughed a little, but turned angry. The same Pond smile and frown.

The librarian came over as fast as she could: "Excuse me, I'm going to have to ask you two to leave!" Amelia growled. "And give me that book!" She snatched Utopia out of Amelia's grasp. "Leave!"

Angrily, Amelia stormed out, but the Doctor was not far behind. She fast walked up the street, but so did the Doctor right next to her. She sighed angrily. "Okay 'Doctor'! What do you want? Money?"

"No!"

"My virginity?"

"NO!" The Doctor took her shoulders and stopped her for a moment.

She elbowed him in the stomach: hard! "Don't touch me! I'm not supposed to talk to strangers!"

"Am I really a stranger?" The Doctor continued to follow her.

"Well," Amy giggled a bit "You certainly are strange!"

"So you don't recognize me at all?" The Doctor asked hopefully.

"No, I've never seen you before in my life!" Amelia turned the corner sharply in her plastic flower flip-flops, and the Doctor continued pursuing her. "Stop following me, please." She walked faster.

"So you don't remember me, good!"

"Yes, I don't remember someone I've never met, now leave me alone!" She elbowed him again and took off ahead of him. Thalia must've messed with her memories and she doesn't remember waiting for me! That makes this a little more difficult, but I can manage!

"Amy, wait!" The Doctor ran after her.

She stopped. "Why did you call me Amy, I hate being called that! Only, only my friends call me Amy…"

He stopped with her. "Then why do you hate it if your friends call you that?"

"Because," she looked down. "I don't have any friends." The Doctor went to touch her shoulders again, but she took off walking again. "Can you just leave me alone; I don't know why I'm talking to you any way!" The Doctor saw Amy's house up ahead. The familiar house with too many rooms…

"Amelia, wait!" Finally Amelia stopped at her white picket fence, and turned angrily.

"What now? You followed me all the way here, so you must have something you want to say!" She put her hands on her undeveloped hips and tapped her foot. "What?" The Doctor starred at her and smiled. Same old Amy Pond.

"Amelia Pond."

Amy shrugged. "Yes, what?"

The Doctor smiled bigger. "I've traveled a long time to find you." He stepped closer to her.

Amy began blushing from shock. "Wha—what?"

"I've traveled through time and space to find you. And here you are!" Amy was still shocked. The Doctor got down on his knees dramatically and took one of her hands. "Amelia Pond: The Girl who waited. You've waited long enough." The Doctor kissed her hand and Amy's blush rose to a deep red across her freckled complexion.

She couldn't speak, but found some choice words as she slapped him away and ran into her house. Before she slammed the door she screamed: "Creep! Don't follow me!" As she slammed her door, she couldn't help but wonder what he meant by calling her 'The Girl who waited'. It felt so familiar and so did the touch of his hand and his voice. It was strange. She wanted to find out more and so she opened her door again. The Doctor was still there. She walked out to him and he acted like he wasn't surprised. He wasn't. It was Amy after all, ever curious Amy. "Who are you really?"

"I told you!" he adjusted his bow tie. "I'm the Doctor."

"The Doctor?" He nodded as she crossed her arms. "What is that? Some kind of code name for a pedophile?"

The Doctor shook his head. "Nope, it's just my name."

"First name: The, Last name: Doctor?"

"Well, not exactly! I'm just called the Doctor."

She just shook her head. "This is just really weird. How did you know me? What do you want anyway?"

"What I really want…" He stepped closer to her and folded his hands behind his back. "Is to show you a good time!"

"Okay, that's enough." She shoved him away and started to go back inside, but the Doctor grabbed her arm. He starred into her eyes and she blushed again. "What—?"

"Just hear me out," Amy shrugged away and froze.

"Fine! I'm listening."

"I know you, and you know me, but you don't know it yet."

Amy shook her head and mumbled. "Okay, you're still freaking me out!"

"Listen!" She stopped. "I know you're unhappy." Amy looked down and rubbed her arm nervously. "I know that your friend Thalia is dying and that she doesn't want to be friends with you anymore. It hurts to be losing someone you love, doesn't it?" Amy nodded and a tear streamed from her eye. She wiped it away quickly. "I know because, if you leave me now…" He paused, wary of his words, they could frighten her even more, but he had to be truthful if he wanted to rescue her. "I'll lose someone I love." They both froze, starring at each other for a moment.

Time stopped for just a moment.