The Girl Who Didn't Make Sense

On Fish Fingers & Custard

The Doctor was off on another one of his speeches showing off just how much he knew with the little information that was given. Yet, nobody seemed impressed. Rory looked confused,which really wasn't that different, but River... River looked very stony. Like she was hiding something. And Amy wasn't paying a single amount of attention to him at all. He hadn't seen them since their honeymoon and had really planned on a more... Happy reunion.

He noticed Amy slip down to the bottom of the TARDIS with River at her heels. What was going on? "Rory," the Doctor asked, kindly, "Is everyone cross with me for some reason?"

"I'll find out," Rory lied, heading downstairs to the girls.

The Doctor continued pulling a series of buttons and levers, but was growing rather impatient. So many questions... Who invited them? Why didn't he know? What was with the slap from River? Why did Amy look like she'd been crying all day? What was their mission? He gave them five minutes, hoping Rory had gotten something in that amount of time. "I am being extremely clever up here and there's no one to stand around looking impressed!" cried the Doctor, head popping down to check the situation underneath the TARDIS' belly, "What's the point in having you all?"

The three came up to the console room, listening to the Doctor go on about space and time and the TARDIS, as usual. It was like things were back to normal, like he never left in the first place. "Washington DC, April the Eighth, 1969," Amy read from the screen, "So, why haven't we landed?"

"'Cause that's not where we're going," the Doctor swiftly replied.

"Where are we going?" Rory asked.

"Home. Well, you two are. Off to go and make babies. And River Song goes back to prison," he explained, pacing before finally setting down into a comfy chair,"As for me, I'm late for a bi-plane lesson in 1911... Or it could be knitting. Knitting or bi-planes. It's one or the other."

There wasn't any laughter. Honestly, nobody was in the mood. He crossed his legs and rubbed his forehead, vexed at the whole situation. He heard their footsteps get closer and looked up. "What?" the Doctor demanded, like they were stupid, "A mysterious summon? You think I'm just going to go?" For some reason, he heard a brief laugh escape him. "Who sent those messages?" he asked. There was silence. The Doctor looked around at all three of them, "I know you know. I can see it in your faces. Don't play games with me. Don't you ever, ever think you're capable of that."

Amy didn't like his tone at all. He sounded so dark... So mighty. Like he knew just how scary he could be and was warning them all not to find out. "You're going to have to trust us this time," River finally said, the only one out of the three brave enough to open their mouths at that point.

"Trust you? Sure, but first of all, Dr. Song, just one thing: who are you? You're someone from my future. Getting that, but who?" It was the one question she couldn't answer, so the woman held her tongue. "Okay, why are you in prison? Who did you kill? Hm? You know I love a bad girl, me. But trust you? Seriously..."

The words cut River's heart into shreds. She was so tired of never telling him anything, of getting to know him so much more but have him know her so much less. She wanted to answer the questions. She wanted the Doctor to be able to trust her. But she couldn't answer those questions. Not yet. Spoilers.

Amy stepped forward, knowing just how much it must have offended River. "Trust me," she piped up.

The Doctor turned his gaze from River to Amy, his beloved Amy Pond. He knew he could trust her ten times- no, one hundred times more than he could River at this point. "Okay," the Doctor murmured, walking towards Amy, and looking straight into her eyes. He missed those eyes, despite the puffiness they had now. He hadn't realized just how much until that moment.

"You have to do this. And you can't ask why."

"Are you being threatened?" the Doctor asked, seriously considering it, "Is someone making you say that?" Amy told him everything. They were best friends. He knew all her secrets and she knew... Well, she knew more than anyone else. Except for River, but she was always the exception. Why would she ask him to do this, to go against every instinct he had? Why?

"No," Amy answered.

"You're lying," he accused.

"I'm not lying." I would never lie to you. He saw it in her eyes. She wasn't. His Amelia Pond would never lie to her Raggedy Doctor. Ever. She may not tell him certain information, like her getting married, the torture of the star whale, looking into the eyes of a Weeping Angel... They'd done that to one another plenty of times.

"Swear to me. Swear to me on something that matters."

Amy lips curved into a small smile, instantly knowing what to say, exactly what thing she would swear upon, "Fish fingers and custard."

The Doctor stared at her for a long while. This went against everything he knew and believed. Then, he had a flashback of Amy comforting him after the Dream Lord had tricked them. "Someday, I want you to trust me as much as I trust you. Deal?" And he had agreed. "My life in your hands, Amelia Pond." It was the most he had ever given anyone, and she realized just how big this was. It scared her to death.

"Thank you," River smiled, softly, hiding a pang of jealousy that she was starting to get used to feeling as she kept getting earlier and earlier into the Doctor's time stream.

They all got back into mission-mode, but Amy stood in the same exact spot. His life was in her hands. If he died, it would be all on her... So shouldn't she tell him? No. The Doctor was alive, and he would find a way out. He always did.

Then, the song came back. The same children. The same melody. The same tune. Different words. And they played over and over again in Amy's head.

"'Tick-tock' goes the clock.

We laughed at Fate and mourned her.

'Tick-tock' goes the clock,

Even for the Doctor."

"No, not again," Amy whispered. What did it all mean? And did it just mention the Doctor? She listened closer, growing sadder and more worried once she realized what the song was saying. He would die... "You're wrong," Amy hissed, low so the others couldn't hear, "I'll save him!"

Still, the children continued to sing their haunting song.

"'Tick-tock' goes the clock.

We laughed at Fate and mourned her.

'Tick-tock' goes the clock,

Even for the Doctor..."

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