Hello! So you came back for more! Sorry yes the chapters are short but that's how the story flowed in my head. Enjoy! Feed back appreciated!
"And she came in the-"
"Yes"
"She knows the-"
"Yes"
"And she just-"
"Yes"
Amelia and Rory stood over Clara, a mug of tea in both of their hands. Rory, who Amelia had woken up right after Clara had fainted, was still weary and his eyes were half shut. If Amelia could barely take it all in, he certainly couldn't. After Amelia had woken Rory they had taken little, but surprisingly heavy, Clara into their living room where they had draped her on the sofa. "There's something not right about this," Amelia announced "The Doctor doesn't just go missing". She took a sip of her tea and watched Clara.
"You don't think she's our replacement do you?" Rory questioned as they both sat staring at the small girl.
"Well I wouldn't have wanted him to be alone," Amelia replied defensively "he could never survive all alone, our Doctor" she smiled into her tea, remembering the good times, and the bad, The mad times, and the brilliant times and of course there was the downright unbelievable times. The memories raced through her head. A tear slid down her face as she remembered those last moments with The Doctor. Rory pulled her close to him and she leant her head on his shoulder, "he better be okay, Rory," she sobbed "he better have stayed out of trouble"
