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Apr. 23rd, 2010 | 04:44 am

Title: Written in the Stars
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters/Pairing: Eleven/Amy
Rating: PG
Word Count: 677
Spoilers: Really only vague info from 5x01.
Summary: Amy muses about how her life has changed since he returned.
Notes: The end is loosely inspired by one of the first previews I saw. I loved the scenario so much that I just had to borrow it. Also, I love that Eleven still calls her Amelia, so I've used that here.
There are moments – between saving the world and searching for the swimming pool - when she still can’t believe it’s real. That he’s real.

After all those years and hundreds of therapy sessions she’d actually begun to believe he wasn’t; even though she knew better. The Doctor was the realest, most wonderful thing about her shit childhood and yet she’d spent years trying to erase her memories of him.

She brushes a strand of ginger hair off of her face as she stands staring out the door of the Tardis into the infinite depth of space. Near as she can tell, it has only been a few weeks since his return. Well, two years and a few weeks due to a few time traveling glitches.

Those two years had been agony. Sure, there was Rory, but -- no. Best leave him out of this.

Those two years had been utter agony. She'd lived in day-to-day anticipation of his return, coupled with a simultaneous fear that he was gone again. Forever. A lifetime of separation would never do.

Sometimes she's afraid of how deeply she feels for him. Not because he's not worth it, but because he could so easily be gone again without even a moments notice. She just has to trust that this time is for good.

“Pond?" His voice breaks through the clutter of her thoughts. "Amelia?” He wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her tightly against him. “What are you thinking about?"

“Nothing. Everything,” she exhales, reaching up to cover his hands with her own. Her lips naturally form into a smile. He's always had that effect on her. He managed to turn a sad, lonely Scottish girl into a very, very happy one. This - his arms wrapped tightly around her - is all she could ever need. All she wants. It's funny how the right person can turn your world upside down.

"Right then," he says, whirling her around to face him. "Where shall we go today?"

She's greeted with his usual child-like grin. His eyes are wide and expectant with the endless possibilities that await them.

"Somewhere quiet," she answers after a moment. "Somewhere for just the two of us." Their adventures are truly magical, but she's not in the mood just now and she knows he'll understand.

He rests his forehead on hers and looks straight into her eyes. "I know just the place." He dashes over to the control panel, tugging on levers and turning dials. She pulls the door closed.

Moments later he's taking her hand and pulling her out of the Tardis. They tumble onto lush green grass. It's night time here on this planet. A planet that looks very much like earth, but, she never can be sure. Doesn't want to be. The thump of two heartbeats rings in her ear as she rests her head on his chest and stares up at the stars. Besides him, they are her only constant. His hand cups her bare elbow and his thumb draws circles in the soft skin of her forearm.

"Wish I knew what was going on in that head of yours, Pond," he whispers. "You can tell me."

She fiddles with one of the buttons on his tweed jacket. "I was just thinking about you," she replies, simply stating the fact. She props herself up enough to see his face. He looks up silently, waiting for whatever she has to say next. "This is wonderful," she adds. "Thank you."

He sits up a bit as well and suddenly his lips are hovering only inches away from hers. Her heart pounds faster and seconds seem like hours. Then his lips land gently onto hers. "Whatever you want, Pond. It's yours."

She's the luckiest girl in the world. And she's smiling again. It's impossible to stop. Her eyelids flutter open and they settle back down onto the grass. "Tell me about the stars," she asks.

"Which one?"

"You see that bright one right there?" She points to a particularly large dot in the sky. "Start with that one."

"Excellent choice."

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Comments {5}


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from: honeynoir
date: Apr. 23rd, 2010 11:26 am (UTC)

Lovely! <3 You've really captured the bittersweetness of Amy's relationship to the Doctor.

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from: seren_ccd
date: Apr. 23rd, 2010 01:06 pm (UTC)

Absolutely lovely! :D

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from: blencathra
date: Apr. 23rd, 2010 02:53 pm (UTC)

Lovely! Like the way you give us a preview to the preview. :)

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from: saywheeeee
date: Apr. 23rd, 2010 06:48 pm (UTC)


This...this was nice.

I'm just going to...go read it a few more times...something...11's lips.......

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from: radiotardislive
date: Apr. 25th, 2010 06:03 pm (UTC)

Yes she damn well is the luckiest girl in the world. :D

I loved the intimacy you portrayed between them - it's funny how close they are having been together for such a short time (well, not in Amy's mind...)

Thanks for sharing :)

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