So here I stood, standing about 50 ft. behind a New York park bench. And there they sat. I almost tore time and space apart just to see them one last time. They looked older, maybe 10 years. It was hard to tell, they had aged well.
They were sitting across from a playground, smiling and holding hands. They looked happy. They were happy. In the end, that's all I really cared about. I never wanted them to leave but knowing they're together makes it okay. Without even meaning to, I let out a quiet "Amelia." She shouldn't have been able to hear me. But she did, almost as if she was waiting for it, waiting for my voice to say her name. She turned around quickly and I watched as she looked for me and when she found me she stood up quickly.
Rory turned to her immediately. "Amy, what's wrong?"
"Doctor," she mumbled. "What?" Rory asked her worriedly.
"Doctor," this time it came out as a strangled cry. And then she took off running. Towards me.
Meeting her half-way, I wrapped my arms tightly around her. Rory's arms followed a few seconds later and we stood there for a few more seconds.
I pulled back and kissed both of them on their foreheads. "I've missed you, Ponds."
"It's been a long time since I heard that last name," Amy responded thoughtfully. "How long has it been for you?" Rory asked.
"It's been…a long time. It took me a long time to get here. Longer than it's been for you."
"Have you been alone?" Amy asked worriedly. "Most of the time…"
Out of nowhere we heard a voice. "Mommy! Daddy!" Amy and Rory both turned instinctively to the voice. "You're parents?" I asked surprised and happy. "We adopted," Amy explained. "You should go take care of your child, and I should be going also," I said sadly.
"Will we see you again?" Amy asked. "No."
Their child called again and I could tell she didn't know what to do.
"Goodbye Amelia, Rory. Live well, love each other," I told them. As I turned away she spoke my name.
"Doctor…" she was unsure what to do, what to say.
"Go along, Pond." I said quietly.
And I left them, knowing I would never get the chance to see them again. I couldn't turn around for one last glance knowing it would hurt too much. With tears running down my face I walked back to the TARDIS, a place with many memories of the Ponds.
