Loose Threads

When I landed, I just kept crying. It just hurt so much to hear the Doctor say that. I know eventually I’ll get to Eleven, that I will be his wife, it was just that the rest of it hurt like hell.

“Miss?”

I stopped myself from crying, wiping my cheeks dry. I looked up to see who had spoken.

It was a little boy, maybe seven or eight. He had a head of cut dark tan hair. His eye were dark brown. His nose was kinda big, and his chin slightly pointed.

He was looking at me with such worry.

“Hello little boy.” I said, getting rid of the last of my sadness. I noticed I was kneeling in his bedroom. “Sorry for disturbing you.” I pushed myself up off the ground.

“Why were you crying?” The little boy asked. He had an English accent, though I don’t know what else I was expecting.

“My...” I swallowed a lump in my throat. No more emotions. “My fiancé and I just had this big fight. It was nothing, really.”

“You were crying.” The boy said, as if to remind me. He walked towards me, taking a seat on my right.

“And then I stopped.” I reminded him. “My fiancé sometimes says or does things that make me sad. I do the same to him. The only problem is that neither of us knew we were doing it.”

“I’m sorry.” The boy apologized.

I gave him a kind smile, brushing his hair gently. “Don’t be. Sad is happy for deep people.” I explained to him.

The boy just looked confused. “How can sad mean happy?”

“Because, it reminds us that we can still feel. Without pain, we would not know the hurt we inflict.” I said, remembering Twelve’s words about Danny the Cybermen. “Sorry. I just realized how rude I was being. Crying in your bedroom.”

I held out my hand. “My name is Terra.”

The little boy shook my hand. “Rory.”

My eyes widened. “Rory?”

“Rory Williams, miss.” The little boy said.

I smiled wide. “Well, good to meet you Rory Williams. I like that name.” He smiled. “Rory Williams. That’s the name of a centurion.”

“What’s a centurion?” Little Rory asked.

“Like a knight, but better.” I complimented. Rory kept smiling. “Well, you know about my love life, what about you? Cute little boy like you must be fighting off the girls.”

“Just one.” Rory admitted, nervously. He was so adorable! “Her name’s Amelia.” He got this dreamy look in his eyes. “Amelia Pond.”

“Amelia Pond, and Rory Williams.” I said. “I approve.”

“What?”

I took Rory’s hands, holding them tight. “I can travel throughout space and time. My fiancé does too. It’s up to me to make sure he brings good people along. You and your Amelia are next on my list.”

Rory gave me a wide eyed look. “Are you always dressed like Santa?”

I blushed. “No. My fiancé and I were at a Christmas party. I got into character.”

“It’s Easter.”

“Time and space.” I reminded, holding up my manipulator.

“Why did you hold up your hand when you said time and space?” Rory asked.

“This thing takes me all over space and time. Granted, it’s on the whim of my sister, but still.” I shrugged.

“What was your fiancé like?” Rory asked, probably still worried after seeing me cry.

“Wonderful.” I sighed. “He calls himself the Doctor. He gave himself that name with a promise. Never give up, never give in. Never cruel or cowardly.” I looked at my infinity necklace. “I made a promise with my name. Terra. Never stop trying to make my friends smile. Never give up hope.”

I turned to Rory. “Rory, mind if I give you a name?” He shook his head. “Rory, I dub thee the Nurse. You made me feel better.”

He smiled, in that way children do on Christmas. “Really?”

“Rory Williams, you make everyone feel better. You are a beacon of hope for me, thank you.”

“It was no trouble, Miss Terra.” Rory tried to lessen his awesomeness.

I held my hand up. “Now, we make the promise. Lift up your hand.” He did. I held up two fingers. “Cross your heart.” He did. I flopped my hands like a bird. “Hope to fly.” He hesitated, but he did it. I balled my hand into a fist. “Stick a cupcake in your eye.”

“It’s ‘cross your heart, hope to die, stick a needle in your eye’.” Rory corrected.

“Why would you hope to die? Or stick a needle in your eye?” I countered.

Rory nodded, putting a little fist in his eye.

“State your promise.” I ordered in a kind voice.

“I, Rory Williams, will always try to make people better.” He paused. “I will watch over people I love, and won’t just let them cry.”

A sad smile came to my face. “You just made a Terra Promise. Those kinds of promises can never be broken, ever.”

Rory nodded.

The door to his room suddenly opened. “Rory, I told you to go to-”

It was Brian. His eyes widened when he saw me. “Who are you? Rory, get back!”

I stood up. “Sorry Mr. Williams! It was an accident, really.”

“What are you doing in my house?!” Brian shouted.

I winced. Rory’s mother was coming in behind him. “I didn’t mean to-” My eyes widened. “Ellen?!”

Rory’s mother was Ellen.

==LT==

I smiled kindly at Ellen. She handed me a glass of tea. “Thank you, Ellen. Sorry for the trouble.”

She smiled back. “No problem, Terra.”

Nervously sinking into my chair, I took a sip of the tea. “Oh. It’s warm. Love warm tea.”

“How did you get into my son’s room?” Mr. Williams asked, his voice harsh. I flinched back.

“Brian!” Ellen scolded.

“She broke into our house! She was alone with Rory!” Brian defended his anger.

“It’s alright.” I told Ellen. “I’m a stranger in his home. It was all an accident that I was here, anyway.”

“And why are you dressed in that?” Brian pointed out.

I gulped. “My fiancé and I got into a fight earlier. I ran away until I found your house, and I climbed inside.” I half-lied. “And the Santa thing...it was to cheer him up. He was upset, his brother just died. And we both said some hurtful things, that I wish I could take back. I didn’t know this was a home, I’m so sorry.”

Brian clearly didn’t believe me. It wasn’t a complete lie, just a few details were smudged.

“You and the Doctor?” Ellen suggested, taking a sip of her tea.

My cheeks turned red, but I looked down at my tea glass with sorrow. I didn’t know if there was a ‘me and the Doctor’ anymore.

“I knew it.” Ellen teased lightly. “I knew it right when I saw him. You didn’t see that look in his eyes, Terra. That man would have gone through hell to get you back.”

A sad smile was on my face. He has, he has gone through the hell of Trenzalore just for me. The Doctor was ever the romantic, as much as he denied it.

Twelve tried to keep his distance, hold me at arm’s length. I refused to let him, pulling him back to me with all the love I could give. Twelve tried to hide how he felt about me, as of keeping this dark secret from me. It was like he was scared to love me, even though I promised him I never stop.

Despite this, Twelve does have a romantic side. He took me to see Robin Hood because I asked. He kissed me on the Orient Express, not caring which one I was. Twelve wanted to prove himself, I think. He wanted to prove he was that impossible man I loved.

Eleven would take you to the most romantic of places, like a whirlwind. Being around him made me feel like a kid, like a girl with his first love. He proposed to me in Berlin, after nearly dying himself. When we were in a frozen dead TARDIS, he gave me his jacket.

Eleven held my hand, he wrapped his arm over my shoulder, he would always find a way to hug me. Even after the Ponds died, when the Doctor wanted space from the universe, he held me close. Eleven just wanted to prove I was there, he came into existence knowing I loved him and always would, and he died knowing the same.

Ten felt like breathing. When you were around him, you could feel him in every pore of your body. He just had this way about him that made you notice him. I would just be walking along, and Ten would put himself at my side and my heart would skip a beat. Ten just demanded my attention, and I have it to him in spades.

Ten had kissed me after he thought he lost Jenny. He held onto me after we found out about my baby, sharing his strength with me. Ten thought of me while he was burning from the inside. Ten died unwilling to let me go, and he was born knowing I loved him.

He hated me now. TenRose hates me because I was reckless, he thought I threw my life away just to keep him safe. He thought that I put people in danger, and I do. I always have, and I always will.

“Terra?” Ellen asked.

I looked up at her, realizing that I had zoned out. I scoffed, putting on a smile. “Sorry. Zoned out. That’s been happening to me lately.” I had some of my tea. “So. You have a family now.”

Ellen gave me a look. Damn her. “Yeah, I never thought I’d be a mum.” She looked towards Rory.

I sighed, happily. “Most moms never do. It really weirds you out once you start being a mom, having something look up to you like that.”

Ellen picked up her tea, taking a sip. “After what happened, I didn’t think I would find anyone who loved me. Brian was just a bloke I met at a coffee shop. He bought me a cuppa, and we just sat there for hours talking. I forgot about everything for those two hours. I was just Ellen, and he was just Brian.”

I smile, happy she ended up happy.

“I’m from another universe.” The words flew from my mouth.

Ellen paused. She looked up at me. “Sorry?” She asked.

“I’m from a universe where your son is a main character on my favorite show.” I said, quickly. “And, I’m actually a 572 years old Queen from my universe.”

Ellen blinked, putting down her tea. “Another universe, where my son is on the telly?”

I nodded. “He’s all grown up by then.” It felt so good to finally tell someone, to have someone finally know. “Rory Williams, he works as a nurse at the Leadworth hospital.”

Ellen held up her hands. Apparently I was going to fast. “572 years old?”

I nodded. “250 when we first met.” I added. “If that helps.”

My sandy blonde haired friend only laughed. Now that I thought about it, she looked vaguely like River Song. If her hair was more puffy, and her skin a few shades tanner, then they could be sisters. Wow.

“What’s the show about?” Ellen asked. “Please tell me it’s not one of those soap operas. I think I might keel over.”

“It’s about aliens, we’re fine.” I explained.

Ellen sighed, relived. “Thank God.”

The two of us laughed.

“It’s about the Doctor, innit?” Ellen asked.

I paused. “Yeah. How did you know?”

“Something about him.” Ellen shrugged. “The Doctor just had this presence, like he walks into a room and every eye just went to him.”

“Shows off to all the girls, and laughs at all the boys.” I quoted.

Ellen nodded, clapping her hands. “That’s exactly it!”

“Your future daughter-in-law told him that.” I laughed.

Her eyes bulged. “Daughter in law?”

“Rory gets married.” I said. “I know it hurts to know your little boy grows up, but he does.”

“Oh my god. I need to know who.” Ellen cheered. “Unless there’s some weird space thing-”

“Amelia Jessica Pond.” I explained. “They get married April 10, 2010. They have a daughter, Melody Pond-”

“Rory takes her name?” Ellen asked.

“No. The Doctor and I just call him Mr. Pond.” I shrugged.

“But, that’s not how it works.” Ellen started to grin.

“Trust me, that’s how it works for them.” I explained.

She laughed. “Melody Pond. Sounds like a fairytale.”

“We called her a superhero.” I said. “I’ve already seen her as a newborn. Crawling entity of sass, though her mother is Scottish so it’s not surprising.”

“My son married a Scotsman?” Ellen gaped.

“A ginger Scotswoman.” I corrected.

“We’re doomed.”

“You have no idea.”

The two of us laughed.

“So tell me, what else does it say on the show about my son?” Ellen asked. She sounded only slightly worried about her son, and that wasn’t surprising. What was surprising, was that she was still smiling.

“Well, this is where it gets complicated.” I began the story of the Ponds.

With Ellen paying close attention, I told her how Rory was wiped from existence, how Any tore herself apart with guilt of a man she couldn’t remember, Rory came back a Roman plastic soldier, the Pandorica, then came the story of Melody Pond. It didn’t take long before it became the story of-

“Mels?” Ellen gaped. “The little Foster girl who I some of my son’a eat friends, that Mels? She’s my grand daughter?”

I nodded.

Ellen shook her head, dumbstruck. “Continue.”

Then I explained how Melody had met the Doctor, taking him back to try and kill Hitler. I explained how Mels became River, and how River saved the Doctor after trying to kill him. Then came the fun job of explaining how River married the Doctor.

Then, the ending.

Rory and Amelia died in New York, together as they always wanted. Rory to the ripe old age of 82, and Amelia at 87. They had a son, Anthony.

“He died happy?” Ellen asked, with a tearful smile.

I nodded, happy at being able to say that. “Of course he did.”

It took almost forty minutes, but they were some damn good forty minutes. Plus, I was finally able to tell someone. It hurt so much not having someone to tell this story, someone who wasn’t emotionally hurt by it or who didn’t actually want to listen.

It was good to tell it to a friend.

“Does Brian ever travel with the Doctor?” Ellen asked.

I snorted. “Four words. Dinosaurs. On. A. Spaceship.”

Her eyes bulged. “Dinosaurs were flying a spaceship?”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” I scoffed. “They were the passengers. You know Brian said the same thing.”

==LT==

(More)

“Did you know that in the time of Ancient Rome, it was considered a dishonor?” I explained.

Rory tilted his head in skepticism. “Really?”

“Oh yeah!” I said with delight. “Soldiers would fall every day, and if a soldier refused to cry for a comrade then they were dishonored.” I reached over, putting a comforting hand on Rory’s arm.

He looked at my hand, then at me.

“Never be afraid to cry.” I said. “There is a sacredness in tears. They are not a sign of weakness, but of power. They are messengers of overwhelming grief and unspeakable love.”

My friend blinked, trying to understand what I was saying. “So, I shouldn’t be afraid to cry?”

I nodded.

“Were you afraid to cry?” Rory asked.

I shook my head. “Not afraid, ever.”

Of course, my luck reared it’s ugly head. The manipulator beeped. I sighed, taking off my hat. “Could you watch this for me? I’m about to leave and would hate to get it ruined.”

Rory nodded.

I grinned. “Good boy, Rory. Give my love to Ellen and Amelia. See you in twelve years.”

Then I Jumped away.

==LT==

I landed with a thud. It hurt less than I expected, since I landed on the Doctor. He looked so young, with smooth new skin and fresh floppy brown hair. Those eyes, which I had seen in a faded green with age, would be a bright green with life. He was handcuffed to a radiator, and unconscious.

“Is River around?” I asked, laughing. “She always did like handcuffing him in those metal ones. Mine are the fuzzy ones.”

“Who are you?” A fake British voice asked.

I turned around, seeing Amelia dressed as a Kissogram police woman. “You know, just because his box says police, doesn’t mean it’s an actual police box right?”

She looked skeptical. I would too if a lady just appeared and landed on my imaginary friend.

“Who are you? How did you do that?” Amelia asked.

“Terra. I’m the Doctor’s-” The Doctor moved just below me. I rolled my eyes. “He’s waking up.” I climbed up off his lap.

I paused, cupping his cheeks in my hands. This was him at his start. I gave his forehead a quick peck.

His green eyes widened. “Terra!” He reached to hug me, but was stopped by the cuff.

“Hello Lucky.” I put my face in mock-thought. I had to make that moment big. He would not go another day without knowing he was mine. “Wait. No. You need a new nickname. Whatever shall it be?”

“Why am I wearing handcuffs?” The Doctor asked.

“You were breaking and entering.” Amelia said, coming into the Doctor’s eyesight.

“What did he break? I see nothing broken.” Okay. That was a lie. Just my heart from when Ten smashed it. “Okay, nothing of value.”

The Doctor: “Well, that’s much better. Brand new me. Whack on the head, just what I needed.”

Amelia: “Do you want to shut up now? I’ve got back up on the way.”

The Doctor: “Hang on, no, wait. You’re a policewoman.”

Amelia: “And you’re breaking and entering. You see how this works?”

The Doctor: “But what are you doing here? Where’s Amelia?”

Amelia: “Amelia Pond?”

The Doctor: “Yeah, Amelia. Little Scottish girl. Where is she? I promised her five minutes but the engines were phasing. I suppose I must have gone a bit far. Has something happened to her?”

Amelia: “Amelia Pond hasn’t lived here in a long time.”

The Doctor: “How long?”

Amelia: “Six months.”

The Doctor: “No. No. No. No, I can’t be six months late. I said five minutes. I promised. What happened to her? What happened to Amelia Pond?”

Amelia: “(into radio) Sarge, it’s me again. Hurry it up. This guy knows something about Amelia Pond.”

(More)

The Doctor: “I need to speak to whoever lives in this house right now.”

Amelia: “I live here.”

The Doctor: “But you’re the police.”

Amelia: “Yes, and this is where I live. Have you got a problem with that?”

The Doctor: “How many rooms?”

Amelia: “I’m sorry, what?”

The Doctor: “On this floor. How many rooms on this floor? Count them for me now.”

Amelia: “Why?”

The Doctor: “Because it will change your life.”

Amelia: “Five. One, two, three, four, five.”

The Doctor: “Six.”

Amelia: “Six?”

The Doctor: “Look.”

Amelia: “Look where?”

“Exactly where you don’t want to look. Where you never want to look. The corner of your eye. Look behind you.”

Amelia: “That’s, that is not possible. How’s that possible?”

The Doctor: “There’s a perception filter all round the door. Sensed it the last time I was here. Should’ve seen it.”

Amelia: “But that’s a whole room. That’s a whole room I’ve never even noticed.”

The Doctor: “The filter stops you noticing. Something came a while ago to hide. It’s still hiding, and you need to uncuff me now.”

Amelia: “I don’t have the key. I lost it.”

The Doctor: “How can you have lost it? Stay away from that door! Do not touch that door! Listen to me, do not open that. Why does no-one ever listen to me? Do I just have a face that nobody listens to?”

“You had a face people listened to?” I joked.

The Doctor half-glared, then grimaced. “Good point.” He turned to the door. “My screwdriver, where is it? Silver thing, blue at the end. Where did it go?”

Amelia: “There’s nothing here.”

The Doctor: “Whatever’s there stopped you seeing the room. What makes you think you could see it? Now please, just get out.”

Amelia: “Silver, blue at the end?”

The Doctor: “My screwdriver, yeah.”

Amelia: “It’s here.”

The Doctor: “Must have rolled under the door.”

Amelia: “Yeah. Must have. And then it must have jumped up on the table.”

The Doctor: “Get out of there. Get out of there! Get out! Get out of there! What is it? What are you doing?”

Amelia: “There’s nothing here, but-”

The Doctor: “Corner of your eye.”

Amelia: “What is it?”

The Doctor: “Don’t try to see it. If it knows you’ve seen it, it will kill you. Don’t look at it. Do not look.”

She screamed.

“Get out!”

(Amy runs to the Doctor.)

The Doctor: “Give me that.”

(The Doctor grabs the sonic screwdriver and locks the door, then tries to free himself.)

The Doctor: “Come on. What’s the bad alien done to you?”

Amelia: “Will that door hold it?”

“Oh, yeah, yeah, of course. It’s an interdimensional multiform from outer space. They’re all terrified of wood.”

“Your screwdriver is.” I joked.

(There is a bright light in the room.)

Amelia: “What’s that? What’s it doing?”

The Doctor: “I don’t know. Getting dressed? Run. Just go. Your back up’s coming. I’ll be fine.”

Amelia: “There is no back up.”

The Doctor: “I heard you on the radio. You called for backup.”

Amelia: “I was pretending. It’s a pretend radio.”

The Doctor: “You’re a policewoman.”

Amelia: “I’m a kissogram!”

(She takes off her cap and her long red hair falls down. The door falls down to reveal a workman in overalls and toolbelt, with a black dog, He looks just like Barney the coma patient.)

Amelia: “But it’s just-”

The Doctor: “No, it isn’t. Look at the faces.”

(The man barks.)

Amelia: “What? I’m sorry, but what?”

The Doctor: “It’s all one creature. One creature disguised as two. Clever old multi-form. A bit of a rush job, though. Got the voice a bit muddled, did you? Mind you, where did you get the pattern from? You’d need a psychic link, a live feed. How did you fix that?”

(The man in the corridor opens his mouth to reveal the long needle-like teeth.)

The Doctor: “Stay, boy! Her and me, we’re safe. Want to know why? She sent for back up.”

Amelia: “I didn’t send for back-up!”

The Doctor: “I know. That was a clever lie to save our lives. Okay, yeah, no back up. And that’s why we’re safe. Alone, we’re not a threat to you. If we had back up, you’d have to kill us.”

ATRAXI: “Attention, Prisoner Zero. The human residence is surrounded. Attention Prisoner Zero. The human residence is surrounded.”

Amelia: “What’s that?”

The Doctor: “Well, that would be back up. Okay, one more time. We do have back up and that’s definitely why we’re safe.”

ATRAXI: “Prisoner Zero will vacate the human residence or the human residence will be incinerated.”

The Doctor: “Well, safe apart from, you know, incineration.”

ATRAXI: “Prisoner Zero will vacate the human residence or the human residence will be incinerated.”

(The Doctor struggles with the sonic screwdriver.) The Doctor: “Come on, work, work, work, come on.”

ATRAXI: “Prisoner Zero will vacate the human residence or the human residence will be incinerated.”

(The Doctor finally frees himself from the handcuffs.)

The Doctor: “Run! Run!”

ATRAXI: “Prisoner Zero will vacate the human residence or the human residence will be incinerated.”

(More)

The Doctor: “Kissogram?”

Amelia: “Yes, a kissogram. Work through it.”

The Doctor: “Why’d you pretend to be a policewoman?”

Amelia: “You broke into my house. It was this or a French maid. What’s going on? Tell me. Tell me!”

The Doctor: “An alien convict is hiding in your spare room disguised as a man and a dog, and some other aliens are about to incinerate your house. Any questions?”

Amelia: “Yes.”

The Doctor: “Me too. No, no, no, no! Don’t do that, not now! It’s still rebuilding. Not letting us in.”

ATRAXI: “Prisoner Zero will vacate the human residence or the human residence will be incinerated.”

Amelia: “Come on.”

The Doctor: “No, wait, hang on. Wait, wait, wait, wait. The shed. I destroyed that shed last time I was here. Smashed it to pieces.”

Amelia: “So there’s a new one. Let’s go.”

The Doctor: “Yeah, but the new one’s got old. It’s ten years old at least. Twelve years. I’m not six months late, I’m twelve years late.”

Amelia: “He’s coming.”

The Doctor: “You said six months. Why did you say six months?”

Amelia: “We’ve got to go.”

The Doctor: “This matters. This is important. Why did you say six months?”

Amelia: “Why did you say five minutes!”

The Doctor: “What?”

Amelia: “Come on.”

The Doctor: “What?”

Amelia: “Come on!”

The Doctor: “What?”

ATRAXI: “Prisoner Zero will vacate the human residence or the human residence will be incinerated.”

(More)

==LT==

(More)

“You’re Amelia?”

“Twelve years.”

The Doctor: “You’re Amelia.”

Amelia: “And you’re late.”

The Doctor: “Amelia Pond. You’re the little girl.”

Amelia: “I’m Amelia and you’re late.”

The Doctor: “And you didn’t say anything?” He asked.

I chuckled. “You should’ve seen your face.” I snorted. “It was really funny.”

“What happened?”

Amelia: “Twelve years.”

The Doctor: “You hit me with a cricket bat.”

Amelia: “Twelve years.”

The Doctor: “A cricket bat.”

Amelia: “Twelve years and four psychiatrists.”

The Doctor: “Four?”

Amelia: “I kept biting them.”

The Doctor: “Why?”

Amelia: “They said you weren’t real.”

ATRAXI: “Prisoner Zero will vacate the human residence or the human residence will be incinerated. Repeat.”

(It is coming from the Ice cream van speakers.)

Amelia: “No, no, no, come on. What? We’re being staked out by an ice-cream van.”

ATRAXI: “Prisoner Zero will vacate the human residence or the human residence will be incinerated.”

The Doctor: “What’s that? Why are you playing that?”

ICE CREAM MAN: “It’s supposed to be Claire De Lune.”

(It is also on the radio.)

ATRAXI: “Prisoner Zero will vacate the human residence or the human residence will be incinerated. Repeat. Prisoner Zero will vacate the human residence or the human residence will be incinerated.”

(It is also on a jogger’s iPod and a woman’s mobile phone.)

Amelia: “Doctor, what’s happening?”

ATRAXI: “Repeat, Prisoner Zero will vacate the human residence or the human residence will be incinerated.”

(More)

==LT==

(More)

ATRAXI: “Repeat, Prisoner Zero will vacate the human residence or the human residence will be incinerated.”

The Doctor: “Hello! Sorry to burst in. We’re doing a special on television faults in this area. Also crimes. Let’s have a look.”

MRS ANGELO: “I was just about to phone. It’s on every channel. Oh, hello, Amy dear. Are you a policewoman now?”

Amelia: “Well, sometimes.”

MRS ANGELO: “I thought you were a nurse.”

Amelia: “I can be a nurse.”

MRS ANGELO: “Or actually a nun?”

Amelia: “I dabble.”

MRS ANGELO: “Amy, who is your friend?”

The Doctor: “Who’s Amy? You were Amelia.”

Amelia: “Yeah? Now I’m Amy.”

The Doctor: “Amelia Pond. That was a great name.”

Amelia: “Bit fairy tale.”

MRS ANGELO: “I know you, don’t I? I’ve seen you somewhere before.”

The Doctor: “Not me. Brand new face First time on. And what sort of job’s a kissogram?”

Amelia: “I go to parties and I kiss people. With outfits. It’s a laugh.”

The Doctor: “You were a little girl five minutes ago.”

Amelia: “You’re worse than my aunt.”

(The Doctor speaks to Mrs Angelo rather than Amy.)

The Doctor: “I’m the Doctor. I’m worse than everybody’s aunt.” The Doctor pointed right at me. “And that is not how you are going to introduce me to people.”

I snorted. “Good luck, Raggedy Man.”

ATRAXI: “Repetez. Le Prisonnier. Zero wird der menschliche.”

The Doctor: “Okay, so it’s everywhere, in every language. They’re broadcasting to the whole world.”

(The Doctor looks out of the window.)

Amelia: “What’s up there? What are you looking for?”

The Doctor: “Okay. Planet this size, two poles, your basic molten core? They’re going to need a forty percent fission blast.”

(A young man comes in and the Doctor speaks to him.)

The Doctor: “But they’ll have to power up first, won’t they? So assuming a medium sized starship, that’s 20 minutes. What do you think, twenty minutes? Yeah, twenty minutes. We’ve got twenty minutes.”

Amelia: “Twenty minutes to what?”

JEFF: “Are you the Doctor?”

“They are, aren’t they? It’s them!” The old woman realized. “Your Raggedy Man and his Fairy Godmother!”

“He actually called me that?” I smiled. “Oh my Storyline. That’s amazing.”

The Doctor turned to the old woman. “Wait. His Fairy Godmother?”

I laughed, giving his cheek a peck. I wanted him to wait before he found out about Rory. “Yes. You got a problem with that...?” I sighed. “Nope. Still can’t think of a good nickname.”

Bitchy bitch.

“All those cartoons you did when you were little. The Raggedy Doctor. It’s him.”

Amelia: “(sotto) Shut up.”

The Doctor: “Cartoons?”

JEFF: “Gran, it’s him, isn’t it? It’s really him!”

Amelia: “Jeff, shut up. Twenty minutes to what?”

ATRAXI: “The human residence will be incinerated. Repeat.”

The Doctor: “The human residence. They’re not talking about your house, they’re talking about the planet. Somewhere up there, there’s a spaceship, and it’s going to incinerate the planet.”

ATRAXI: “Will be incinerated. Repeat, Prisoner Zero will vacate the human residence or the human residence will be incinerated.”

The Doctor: “Twenty minutes to the end of the world.”

“Repeat, Prisoner Zero will vacate the human residence, or the human residence will be incinerated.”

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==LT==

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The Doctor: “What is this place? Where am I?”

Amelia: “Leadworth.”

The Doctor: “Where’s the rest of it?”

Amelia: “This is it.”

The Doctor: “Is there an airport?”

Amelia: “No.”

The Doctor: “A nuclear power station?”

Amelia: “No.”

The Doctor: “Even a little one?”

Amelia: “No.”

The Doctor: “Nearest city?”

Amelia: “Gloucester. Half an hour by car.”

The Doctor: “We don’t have half an hour. Do we have a car?”

Amelia: “No.”

The Doctor: “Well, that’s good. Fantastic, that is. Twenty minutes to save the world and I’ve got a post office. And it’s shut. What is that?”

Amelia: “It’s a duck pond.”

The Doctor: “Why aren’t there any ducks?”

Amelia: “I don’t know. There’s never any ducks.”

The Doctor: “Then how do you know it’s a duck pond?”

Amelia: “It just is. Is it important, the duck pond?”

(The Doctor clutches his chest.)

The Doctor: “I don’t know. Why would I know? This is too soon. I’m not ready, I’m not done yet.”

Amelia: “What’s happening? Why’s it going dark?”

“Rory!” I cheered.

The nurse turned towards me. His eyes went wide. “Terra?”

I clapped my hands together excitedly. I ran up to him, giving him a hug. “Oh, it is so good to see you!”

“Terra? But...how can you...”

“Do you have my hat? I want my hat back.” I said, kinda ignoring his questions. “Rory Williams, the Nurse, where is my hat?”

I could see it click in his eyes. “Terra? It’s really honestly you?”

“Come on, my centurion nurse. Why would I lie to you?” I looked back to see Amelia locking the Doctor in a car by his tie. “Met Amelia. She was everything I expected. I approve again.”

Rory almost looked back, but something caught his eye. “Hold on a tick.” He held up his phone to take a picture of the man and the dog.

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The Doctor: “The sun’s going out, and you’re photographing a man and a dog. Why?”

“This is Rory. I was his imaginary friend.” I introduced.

“Not imaginary. I knew you were real.” Rory said. “You met my parents. You gave me a hat. A real physical hat.”

“That I want back.” I reminded him.

The Doctor pulled me back. He stared down Rory.

“Also, he’s Amelia’s boyfriend.”

“Kind of boyfriend.” Amelia corrected, with a shrug.

“Amy-” Rory began to argue.

“Man. Dog. Phone. Why?” The Doctor asked, staring down at Rory.

Rory: “Oh my God, it’s him.”

Amelia: “Just answer his question, please.”

Rory: “It’s him, though. The Doctor. The Raggedy Doctor.”

Amelia: “Yeah, he came back.”

Rory: “But he was a story. He was a game.”

The Doctor: “Man and dog. Why? Tell me now.”

Rory: “Sorry. Because he can’t be there. Because he’s-”

RORY and the Doctor: “In a hospital, in a coma.”

Rory: “Yeah.”

The Doctor: “Knew it. Multiform, you see? Disguise itself as anything, but it needs a life feed. A psychic link with a living but dormant mind.”

(The man barks at them.)

The Doctor: “Prisoner Zero.”

Rory: “What? There’s a Prisoner Zero too?”

Amelia: “Yes.”

(One of the pretty eyeball spaceships comes down.)

The Doctor: “See, that ship up there is scanning this area for non-terrestrial technology. And nothing says non-terrestrial like a sonic screwdriver.”

(The Doctor makes all the streetlights explode, the car alarms go off and a poor woman’s mobility scooter zoom off down the road. A fire engine goes past on its own, two tone blaring.)

FIREMEN: “Oi, come back here! Come back!”

The Doctor: “I think someone’s going to notice, don’t you?”

(He blows up a red telephone box, then the screwdriver explodes.)

The Doctor: “No, no! No, don’t do that!”

Rory: “Look, it’s going.”

The Doctor: “No, come back. He’s here! Come back! He’s here. Prisoner Zero is here. Come back, he’s here! Prisoner Zero is-”

(Prisoner Zero goes squidgy and disappears down a drain cover.)

Amelia: “Doctor! The drain. It just sort of melted and went down the drain.”

The Doctor: “Well, of course it did.”

Amelia: “What do we do now?”

The Doctor: “It’s hiding in human form. We need to drive it into the open. No TARDIS, no screwdriver, seventeen minutes. Come on, think. Think!”

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Amelia: “So that thing, that hid in my house for twelve years?”

The Doctor: “Multiforms can live for millennia. Twelve years is a pit-stop.”

Amelia: “So how come you show up again on the same day that lot do? The same minute!”

The Doctor: “They’re looking for him, but they followed me. They saw me through the crack, got a fix, they’re only late because I am.”

Rory: “What’s he on about?”

The Doctor: “Nurse boy, give me your phone.”

“Hey! Only I call him Nurse boy!” I scolded, whacking his arm.

Rory: “How can he be real? He was never real.”

The Doctor: “Phone. Now. Give me.”

Rory: “He was just a game. We were kids. You made me dress up as him.”

“You made me dress up as her.” Amelia argued.

That one gave me pause. “Okay. Woah. TMI.”

(The Doctor flicks through the images on the iPhone.)

The Doctor: “These photos, they’re are all coma patients?”

Rory: “Yeah.”

The Doctor: “No, they’re all the multiform. Eight comas, eight disguises for Prisoner Zero.”

Amelia: “He had a dog, though. There’s a dog in a coma?”

The Doctor: “Well, the coma patient dreams he’s walking a dog, Prisoner Zero gets a dog. Laptop! Your friend, what was his name? Not him, the good-looking one.”

Rory: “Thanks.”

Amelia: “Jeff.”

Rory: “Oh, thanks.”

The Doctor: “He had a laptop in his bag. A laptop. Big bag, big laptop. I need Jeff’s laptop. You two, get to the hospital. Get everyone out of that ward. Clear the whole floor. Phone me when you’re done.”

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==LT==

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The Doctor: “Hello. Laptop. Give me.”

JEFF: “No, no, no, no, wait.”

The Doctor: “It’s fine. Give it here.”

JEFF: “Hang on!”

(The Doctor takes the laptop and sees what Jeff was browsing.)

The Doctor: “Blimey. Get a girlfriend, Jeff.”

(Mrs Angelo enters.)

JEFF: “Gran.”

MRS ANGELO: “What are you doing?”

The Doctor: “The sun’s gone wibbly, so right now, somewhere out there, there’s going to be a big old video conference call. All the experts in the world panicking at once, and do you know what they need? Me. Ah, and here they all are. All the big boys. NASA, Jodrell Bank, Tokyo Space Centre, Patrick Moore.”

MRS ANGELO: “I like Patrick Moore.”

The Doctor: “I’ll get you his number. But watch him, he’s a devil.”

JEFF: “You can’t just hack in on a call like that.”

The Doctor: “Can’t I?”

(Six faces come up on the screen, all labelled as above plus ESA and CSIRO. He shows them his psychic paper.)

PATRICK MOORE: “Who are you?”

MAN: “This is a secure call, what are you doing here?”

The Doctor: “Hello. Yeah, I know you should switch me off, but before you do, watch this.”

PATRICK MOORE: “It’s here too, I’m getting it.”

The Doctor: “Fermat’s Theorem, the proof. And I mean the real one. Never been seen before. Poor old Fermat, got killed in a duel before he could write it down. My fault. I slept in. Oh, and here’s an oldie but a goodie. Why electrons have mass. And a personal favourite of mine, faster than light travel with two diagrams and a joke. Look at your screens. Whoever I am, I’m a genius. Look at the sun. You need all the help you can get. Fellas, pay attention.”

(Rory and Amy run into the hospital.)

NASA: “Sir, what are you doing?”

The Doctor: “I’m writing a computer virus. Very clever, super fast, and a tiny bit alive, but don’t let on. And why am I writing it on a phone? Never mind, you’ll find out. Okay, I’m sending this to all your computers. Get everyone who works for you sending this everywhere. Email, text, Facebook, Bebo, Twitter, radar dish, whatever you’ve got. Any questions?”

PATRICK MOORE: “Who was your lady friend?”

The Doctor: “Patrick, behave.”

MAN: “What does this virus do?”

The Doctor: “It’s a reset command, that’s all. It resets counters. It gets in the wifi and resets every counter it can find. Clocks, calendars, anything with a chip will default at zero at exactly the same time. But yeah, I could be lying, why should you trust me? I’ll let my best man explain.” (sotto) “Jeff, you’re my best man.”

JEFF: “You what?”

The Doctor: “Listen to me. In ten minutes, you’re going to be a legend. In ten minutes, everyone on that screen is going to be offering you any job you want. But first, you have to be magnificent. You have to make them trust you and get them working. This is it, Jeff, right here, right now. This is when you fly. Today’s the day you save the world.”

JEFF: “Why me?”

The Doctor: “It’s your bedroom. Now go, go, go.”

(The Doctor runs out.)

JEFF: “Okay, guys, let’s do this.”

The Doctor: “Oh, and delete your internet history.”

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==LT==

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“Amelia’s gonna call.”

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The Doctor: “Don’t worry, I’ve commandeered a vehicle.”

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“Take it off.” The Doctor ordered. I frowned. Was he finally onboard to screwing me while saving the world? Yes! “The perception filter. Take it off.”

My eyes widened. The necklace was designed so that when it senses a bowtie or a green screwdriver, it would turn off. He was still so early, that he didn’t have a bowtie. I reached up to my necklace, locking onto it. I switched it off.

The Doctor gasped. He wasn’t used to me being a Time Lady. “So, you became a Time Lady?”

“After twenty-six, yes.” I nodded.

The Doctor grinned. “But what was that bit at the end, before you…”

“Became a Time Lady?” I finished his sentence. “I’ll tell you soon.”

The look he gave me made me thankful I was sitting down.

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The Doctor: “Are you in?”

Amelia: “Yep. But so’s Prisoner Zero.”

The Doctor: “You need to get out of there.”

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The Doctor: “Amy? Amy, what’s happening?”

(Amy and Rory run into the ward and bar the doors with a broom through the handles.)

The Doctor: “Amy, talk to me!”

Amelia: “We’re in the coma ward, but it’s here. It’s getting in.”

The Doctor: “Which window are you?”

Amelia: “What, sorry?”

The Doctor: “Which window?”

Amelia: “First floor, on the left, fourth from the end.”

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==LT==

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The Doctor: “Right! Hello. Am I late? No, three minutes to go. So still time.”

Prisoner Zero: “Time for what, Time Lord?”

The Doctor: “Take the disguise off. They’ll find you in a heartbeat. Nobody dies.”

Prisoner Zero: “The Atraxi will kill me this time. If I am to die, let there be fire.”

The Doctor: “Okay. You came to this world by opening a crack in space and time. Do it again. Just leave.”

Prisoner Zero: “I did not open the crack.”

The Doctor: “Somebody did.”

Prisoner Zero: “The cracks in the skin of the universe, don’t you know where they came from? You don’t, do you?”

(She changes to a little girl’s voice.)

Prisoner Zero: “The Doctor in the TARDIS doesn’t know. Doesn’t know. Doesn’t know!”

(And back to the adult voice.)

Prisoner Zero: “The universe is cracked. The Pandorica will open. Silence will fall.”

The Doctor: “And we’re off! Look at that. Look at that!”

(The clock says 0:00.)

The Doctor: “Yeah, I know, just a clock. Whatever. But do you know what’s happening right now? In one little bedroom, my team are working. Jeff and the world. And do you know what they’re doing? They’re spreading the word all over the world, quantum fast. The word is out. And do you know what the word is? The word is Zero. Now, me, if I was up in the sky in a battleship, monitoring all Earth communications, I’d probably take that as a hint. And if I had a whole battle fleet surrounding the planet, I’d be able track a simple old computer virus to its source in, what, under a minute? The source, by the way, is right here.”

(There is a bright light outside.)

The Doctor: “Oh! And I think they just found us!”

Prisoner Zero: “The Atraxi are limited. While I’m in this form, they’ll still be unable to detect me. They’ve tracked a phone, not me.”

The Doctor: “Yeah, but this is the good bit. I mean, this is my favorite bit. Do you know what this phone is full of? Pictures of you. Every form you’ve learned to take, right here. Ooo, and being uploaded about now. And the final score is, no TARDIS, no screwdriver, two minutes to spare. Who da man? Oh, I’m never saying that again. Fine.”

Prisoner Zero: “Then I shall take a new form.”

The Doctor: “Oh, stop it. You know you can’t. It takes months to form that kind of psychic link.”

Prisoner Zero: “And I’ve had years.”

(Amy collapses.)

The Doctor: “No! Amy? You’ve got to hold on. Amy? Don’t sleep! You’ve got to stay awake, please.”

Rory: “Doctor.”

“Well, that’s rubbish. Who’s that supposed to be?” The Doctor asked.

“It’s you.” Rory said.

The Doctor: “Me? Is that what I look like?”

Rory: “You don’t know?”

“Busy day.” The Doctor shrugged. He turned to me. “Does my chin really look that big?”

I giggled. “Only if you look at it.”

The Doctor frowned. It was more of his ‘did you really just say that’ face. I chuckled.

“Why me, though? You’re linked with her. Why are you copying me?”

(A little girl comes from around a curtain and holds the duplicate’s hand.)

Amelia: “I’m not. Poor Amy Pond.” The little Scottish girl walked out from behind the Doctor. “Still such a child inside.”

“What’s the point of growing up if you can’t be childish?” I asked.

There was another flash.

I walked out from the Doctor’s other side. It was the first time I saw myself since Christmas.

My hair was an even bigger curled mess than usual. My Santa dress was a little worse for wear, but nothing I couldn’t handle. It had some tears in the skirt, as well as some fluff missing.

“Have I really looked like that all day?” I gaped, bringing a hand up to my hair.

“She was always waiting for her Doctor to save her.” Prisoner Zero said, using Amelia. “Too bad he was already swept off his feet.”

“By a fairy godmother.” The double of me said.

The Doctor wrapped an arm around my waist.

“The Raggedy Doctor and the Fairy Godmother.” Prisoner Zero hissed. She let out a laugh. “She still thinks you’re coming to save her.”

The Doctor: “No, she’s dreaming about me because she can hear me. Amy, don’t just hear me, listen. Remember the room, the room in your house you couldn’t see. Remember you went inside. I tried to stop, but you did. You went in the room. You went inside. Amy, dream about what you saw.”

Amelia: “No. No. No!”

(She transforms.)

The Doctor: “Well done, Prisoner Zero. A perfect impersonation of yourself.”

ATRAXI: “Prisoner Zero is located. Prisoner Zero is restrained.”

ZERO: “Silence, Doctor. Silence will fall.”

(Prisoner Zero disappears in a rush of wind.)

Rory: “The sun. It’s back to normal, right? That’s, that’s good, yeah? That means it’s over.”

(Amy wakes up.)

Rory: “Amy. Are you okay? Are you with us?”

Amelia: “What happened?”

Rory: “He did it. The Doctor did it.”

The Doctor: “No, I didn’t.”

Rory: “What are you doing?”

The Doctor: “Tracking the signal back. Sorry in advance.”

Rory: “About what?”

The Doctor: “The bill.”

(The Doctor phones the Atraxi.)

The Doctor: “Oi, I didn’t say you could go! Article fifty seven of the Shadow Proclamation. This is a fully established level five planet, and you were going to burn it? What? Did you think no-one was watching? You lot, back here, now. Okay, now I’ve done it.”

Rory: “Did he just bring them back? Did he just save the world from aliens and then bring all the aliens back again?”

“He does that!” I cheered, running after the troublesome duo.

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==LT==

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Amelia: “Where are you going?”

The Doctor: “The roof. No, hang on.”

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Amelia: “What’s in here?”

The Doctor: “I’m saving the world - I need a decent shirt. To hell with the raggedy. Time to put on a show.”

Rory: “You just summoned aliens back to Earth. Actual aliens, deadly aliens, aliens of death, and now you’re taking your clothes off. Amy, he’s taking his clothes off.”

The Doctor: “Turn your back if it embarrasses you.”

Rory: “Are you stealing clothes now? Those clothes belong to people, you know.” (to Amy) “Are you not going to turn your back?”

Amelia: “No.”

I pulled my finger to my mouth, sucking my finger tip as I watched the Doctor undress.

“He’s taking off his clothes.”

“Thanks for spelling it out, Rory.” I didn’t look away.

“You should really look away.”

“I’ll watch my manboy do what I like.” I told Rory, keeping my eyes on the Doctor’s bareback.

The Doctor smirked at me. “What did you call me?” He chuckled.

“You’re my manboy.” I smirked. “I like watching my manboy take off his clothes. As you were.”

The Doctor grinned confidently, yanking off his underwear.

“I lied.” I admitted. “I really like watching my manboy take off his clothes. It’s my favorite.”

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==LT==

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Amelia: “So this was a good idea, was it? They were leaving.”

The Doctor: “Leaving is good. Never coming back is better. Come on, then! The Doctor will see you now.”

(The eyeball drops onto the roof and scans the Doctor.)

ATRAXI: “You are not of this world.”

The Doctor: “No, but I’ve put a lot of work into it.”

(He looks at his selection of ties.)

The Doctor: “Oh, hmm, I don’t know. What do you think?”

ATRAXI: “Is this world important?”

The Doctor: “Important? What’s that mean, important? Six billion people live here. Is that important? Here’s a better question. Is this world a threat to the Atraxi? Well, come on. You’re monitoring the whole planet. Is this world a threat?”

(There is a projection of the world between them.)

ATRAXI: “No.”

The Doctor: “Are the peoples of this world guilty of any crime by the laws of the Atraxi?”

ATRAXI: “No.”

The Doctor: “Okay. One more. Just one. Is this world protected? Because you’re not the first lot to come here. Oh, there have been so many.”

(The projection shows the Daleks et al.)

The Doctor: “And what you’ve got to ask is, what happened to them?”

“Hello. I’m the Doctor.” He said, walking through the projection.

“And I’m Terra Song.” I said, walking up to his said and locking my arm through his. The perception filter was switched on, but switched itself off as soon as it felt his bowtie.

His arm tightened around mine, pulling me closer. “Basically...run.” The Doctor smirked.

(More)

His key was glowing.

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==LT==

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The Doctor grabbed the sides of my head, pulling me in for a kiss. It felt weird to have his new lips on mine. I started to smile.

He just kept going too.

When he dropped, I frowned.

“So, I’m the infamous manboy.” The Doctor gloated.

“Oh, yes Theta Sigma. You are definitely my manboy.” I wrapped my arms around his neck. “Tell the universe. I don’t like sharing.”

The Doctor laughed, kissing me again. “Neither do I, Morgan Spencer.”

I smirked, threading my fingers in his hair and pulling him in for another kiss. “I love it when you call me that.”

He laughed. “I’ll be calling you that for a long time.”

“Oh, you do.” I said, giving him my best flirty look. “Believe me, you do.” I ran over to the console, pulling levers and switches. “Quick trip to the moon, wake her up so to speak.”

“You said nothing of value.” The Doctor said, suddenly.

I looked at him, blinking. “What?” I asked, confused by his random statement.

The Doctor walked up towards me. “Back at Amelia’s house, you said nothing of value was broken.”

Frowning, I kept pulling levers. The hand brake was on, so the loud TARDIS noise filled my ears. We had landed on the moon. “So, what do you think about her, Amelia? I like her. She’s one of my closest friends, which, isn’t that shocking since I’m friends with all of your companions.”

“Terra, you said you had just come from the Sycorax.” The Doctor went on. I guess we were both pretending the other hadn’t spoken. It was spooky how alike we both were. “I had just broken your heart.”

“Nothing of value was broken.” I stated again, in a voice that was pleading with him to shut the hell up. “We need to go and pick up Amelia.”

“You ran away from me, crying.” The Doctor pointed out.

“Doctor, look, it happened. You didn’t know who you were to me yet. It’s all water under the bridge. Don’t worry about it.” I excused.

The Doctor paused, letting out a small breath. He walked up to me, wrapping his arms around me in a deep hug. I instantly wrapped mine around his, holding him back just as tight. He even smelled new. Holy smurf.

“Why are you always so forgiving?” The Doctor asked while hugging me. “You forgive everyone, all the time, even I do something incredibly selfish.”

“You were my first face.” I murmured into his shoulder. “The First Face this face saw. I died, and came back, and your face was the first one I saw. How could I ever stay mad at you?”

“His face.” The Doctor grumbled.

“You’re the same man.” I corrected. “Golly gee, how many times to I have to say that to you?”

“He was your first face, and he broke your heart.” The Doctor said. “I don’t want to be the same man as him.”

I frowned, pulling away from the hug to look him in his green eyes. “Oh, Doctor, you stupid thick idiot. I love all of your faces.”

“You should hate me.” The Doctor stated.

“I’m not so good with doing what I should.” I cupped his cheek in my hand. I kissed him again. “Now, don’t you dare do that to yourself, you hear me? I hear about any of this self-hate crap, I am kicking you.”

After a pause, the Doctor grinned at me. “You’re...amazing.”

“Quite an apt description.” I said, pressing my lips against the Doctor’s. He responded back instantly. He threaded fingers in my hair. I moaned, happily. The Doctor grinned into the kiss, using his second hand to hold my cheek.

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“The bond.” The Doctor said.

“Gah...what?” I was dazed, as usual after our make-out sessions.

The Doctor grinned smugly. “You said you would explain the bond in our minds.”

“Not too often that you come to me for explanations.” I said, almost in a tease.

His smug grin didn’t even falter. That was something he had over Ten. “No, but I should ask more often. You always look so happy when you’re in your element.”

My teasing smile grew. “We’re a mated pair.”

The Doctor’s new green eyes widened in disbelief. “Mated pair? That means we’re...that we’re mates.”

“Yep.” I popped the p. My hands went to his bowtie, teasing it. The Doctor wrapped his arms around me almost automatically. “Mates.” I said in a low voice. “It’s the magic of my species. The manipulator binds the magic, using it to transport me across time and space. After I attacked Dominic with-”

The Doctor held me tighter, almost me lifting me up. It suddenly occurred to me how angry Alpha wolves typically became when reminded of challengers, how possessive. Damn, the Doctor was hot when possessive.

“After that.” I continued my explanation. “My magic was let loose. It was open enough to let that kind of bond through. It didn’t last long enough for the bond to complete, that had to wait until you were open to the bond.”

I kissed his cheek, leaning into his ear. My arms wrapped around his neck, keeping us close. “That’s why I told you my name. My magic was loose again, so I had one chance. It made you open your mind wide enough for the bond to get in.” I said, kissing that spot on his neck that always drove Eleven crazy.

It worked even better than usual, since the skin was so new. The Doctor looked at me with dark eyes, the same kind of eyes he gave me in the fire truck. “Okay, but how does it explain why it affected me?” He said, strained.

He was too easy.

“Imagine a bond so powerful that it rippled back on itself.” I said, keeping my head at optimal neck kissing position. I gently nipped the skin, hoping that it left a mark.

The Doctor was apparently tired of being on the receiving end. His hands pulled me up higher, instinctively making my legs wrap around his waist. I hummed happily. The Doctor just growled, it rumbling in his chest.

It occurred to me in that moment that this dress had become way too constrictive, the same for his layers and layers of clothes.

I let out a small breathy moan as his chest rumbled. “Th-The bond.” I tried to breathe, but then the Doctor took advantages of the part of my neck that was exposed because of the tilt. Another breathy moan from me was the reward.

“Hmm.” The Doctor said, taking his gorgeous lips away from my neck. “That’s a new trick.”

Holy shit, was the guy trying to give me a double heart attack?! I shook my head, pulling it away from his neck. I braced myself on his chest, grabbing the lapels of the tweed jacket. “Powerful bond reflected back into you, from your future. Don’t know when. Probably-hopefully-soon.” I managed to get out. “Gah. Don’t stop.”

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The TARDIS let out a loud whirr.

I growled, lightly. My head snapped to the meddlesome box. “She hates when we I have a little fun in the console room.” I glared at her.

The Doctor joined me in the momentary hate to the TARDIS. “We’ve done it in the console room?”

“I’ve forgotten how many rooms we’ve done it in.” I admitted dryly. “I think it was one for every year on my life.”

The Doctor kissed my forehead, hard. He leaned into my ear, and in a deep voice full of dark promise said “Then I will just have to make them extra memorable.”

I shivered openly, grabbing him for support. “Yes. That. Good. Sounds good, so good.”

The Doctor would have made through with that promise if the TARDIS didn’t let out another loud whirr.

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I changed again. This time, I wore a more costume like outfit. A forest green dress, with gold outlines on the breast line, shoulders, waist, and hem. My legs were covered with dark raspberry pink leggings, had some ivy wrapping up towards my thigh, and leaf green shoes. I had some ivy bracelets too.

Around my neck, my engagement necklace from the Doctor on Planet Christmas.

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“Does the Doctor like?” I asked him.

The Doctor’s jaw dropped. He ran up to me, looking over my outfit. He started to grin. “Yes. The Doctor likes.”

I walked up to him, holding his cheek. “Next item on my to-do list. Teach you not to talk in third person.”

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The Doctor: “Sorry about running off earlier. Brand new TARDIS. Bit exciting. Just had a quick hop to the moon and back to run her in. She’s ready for the big stuff now.”

Amelia: “It’s you. You came back.”

The Doctor: “Course I came back. I always come back. Something wrong with that?”

Amelia: “And you kept the clothes.”

The Doctor: “Well, I just saved the world. The whole planet, for about the millionth time, no charge. Yeah, shoot me. I kept the clothes.”

Amelia: “Including the bow tie.”

The Doctor: “Yeah, it’s cool. Bow ties are cool.”

Amelia: “Are you from another planet?”

The Doctor: “Yeah.”

Amelia: “Okay.”

The Doctor: “So what do you think?”

Amelia: “Of what?”

The Doctor: “Other planets. Want to check some out?”

Amelia: “What does that mean?”

The Doctor: “It means. Well, it means come with us.”

Amelia: “Where?”

The Doctor: “Wherever you like.”

Amelia: “All that stuff that happened. The hospital, the spaceships, Prisoner Zero.”

The Doctor: “Oh, don’t worry, that’s just the beginning. There’s loads more.”

Amelia: “Yeah, but those things, those amazing things, all that stuff. That was two years ago.”

The Doctor: “Oh! Oops.”

Amelia: “Yeah.”

The Doctor: “So that’s-”

Amelia: “Fourteen years!”

The Doctor: “Fourteen years since fish custard. Amy Pond, the girl who waited, you’ve waited long enough.”

Amelia: “When I was a kid, you said there was a swimming pool and a library, and the swimming pool was in the library.”

The Doctor: “Yeah. Not sure where it’s got to now. It’ll turn up. So, coming?”

Amelia: “No.”

The Doctor: “You wanted to come fourteen years ago.”

Amelia: “I grew up.”

The Doctor: “Don’t worry. I’ll soon fix that.”

The Doctor: “Well? Anything you want to say? Any passing remarks? I’ve heard them all.”

Amelia: “I’m in my nightie.”

The Doctor: “Oh, don’t worry. Plenty of clothes in the wardrobe. And possibly a swimming pool. So, all of time and space, everything that ever happened or ever will Where do you want to start?”

Amelia: “You are so sure that I’m coming.”

The Doctor: “Yeah, I am.”

Amelia: “Why?”

The Doctor: “Cause you’re the Scottish girl in the English village, and I know how that feels.”

Amelia: “Oh, do you?”

The Doctor: “All these years living here, most of your life, and you’ve still got that accent. Yeah, you’re coming.”

Amelia: “Can you get me back for tomorrow morning?”

The Doctor: “It’s a time machine. I can get you back five minutes ago. Why, what’s tomorrow?”

Amelia: “Nothing. Nothing. Just you know, stuff.”

The Doctor: “All right, then. Back in time for stuff.”

(A sonic screwdriver rises from a slot in the console.)

The Doctor: “Oh! A new one! Lovely. Thanks, dear.”

(The Doctor uses an old typewriter wired into the console.)

Amelia: “Why me?”

The Doctor: “Why not?”

Amelia: “No, seriously. You are asking me to run away with you in the middle of the night. It’s a fair question. Why me?”

The Doctor: “I don’t know. Fun. Do I have to have a reason?”

Amelia: “People always have a reason.”

The Doctor: “Do I look like people?”

Amelia: “Yes.”

The Doctor: “Been knocking around on my own for a while. My choice, but I’ve started talking to myself all the time. It’s giving me earache.”

Amelia: “You’re lonely. That’s it? Just that?”

The Doctor: “Just that. Promise.”

Amelia: “Okay.”

The Doctor: “So, are you okay, then? Because this place, sometimes it can make people feel a bit, you know.”

Amelia: “I’m fine. It’s just, there’s a whole world in here, just like you said. It’s all true. I thought. Well, I started to think that maybe you were just like a madman with a box.”

The Doctor: “Amy Pond, there’s something you’d better understand about me, because it’s important, and one day your life may depend on it. I am definitely a madman with a box. Ha ha! Yeah. Goodbye Leadworth, hello everything.”

The manipulator beeped. I groaned. “Ugh. I wanted to stay for just two more minutes!”

The Doctor held my hand. “I wanted you to stay too.”

The Doctor smirked. Amelia just looked confused. “Sorry. What’s happening?”

I looked over at Amelia, still in her nightie. “I’m being called into work.” I held up my manipulator. “Arrivederci, manboy.”

The Doctor grinned. “See you soon, dear.”

I jumped away, blushing as red as my Santa dress.