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I have finally finished my re-watch of the new 'Doctor Who' show with 'The Day of the Doctor', as that's the episode where I stop watching, and I don't like most of the things beyond that, except an odd episode or two.
This idea I got while finishing Series 6, and now I have the time to write it down.
Enjoy.
Earth, Present Day
Amy Pond stared at the crib that Raggedy Man had given to her and Rory, the one that used to be his own once upon a time. His own in the sense that he was a baby who played on it.
It was still hard to imagine he was a baby once upon a time, even with his childish personality.
The crib looked so quirky, yet beautiful, and fascinating, just like The Doctor himself.
The Universe was saved, Raggedy Man was still alive, her baby was grown-up, but she still kept this crib.
Why couldn't her little Melody be lying in it, sleeping or playing, reaching out to grab her or Rory's finger?
Why were things so unfair? She hadn't even lived out her pregnancy, being a prisoner of the Silence. She never even felt the baby kick, never made Rory feel her kick, and did not remember any Braxton Hicks contractions either.
All she remembered was giving birth, and then losing her baby. She had briefly gotten her back, but it was just a trick. A clone from the Flesh, a Ganger.
Yet, she had thought it was her baby when she had exploded in her arms. That sight was never going to leave her mind.
Her baby was grown-up now, and came to visit them from time to time, talking of her exploits with The Doctor. Yet, she hadn't gotten to see her baby anymore, see her grow into an adolescent, then a teenager, and then an adult woman.
Mels was with her the whole time, but she only knew her as that strange and crass yet protective friend up until recently. It was not the same.
She had not raised her baby. And she'd never raise any baby.
Amy did not know when she had begun crying. She just realized she was when Rory wrapped his arms around her from behind.
"Our baby….our baby is gone, Rory", Amy let out in between sobs.
"I know….." Rory trailed off. He knew there was nothing he could say to make her feel better, or himself for the matter.
River was still around, but they had lost their baby.
And they would never get her back.
Its not usually me to write sad things, but sometimes there's just the urge. I think this is the saddest thing I've written ever since that one-shot from 3 years ago where Dawn Summers was mourning Tara Maclay in 'Buffy the Vampire Slayer', my one-shot being 'If your wings are broken, please take mine'. If you're familiar with the fandom, feel free to check the story out.
What Kovarian and The Silence did to Amy to get to The Doctor is cruel on another level, and I do wish we got to see some more of how emotionally devastated Amy was by the ordeal, as well as being rendered barren.
Poor Amy and Rory.
The Ponds era is my favorite DW era, but its one of the most tragic too.
Anyways, hope all enjoyed and see you all next time with some other update.