Hey! Sorry for the delay! It's finals week and such, but now I'm all done! :) Um... Yeah. This is from "The Pandorica Opens." I just came up with some new ideas for my "post- Season 6" stuff so I'll be getting on that! ENJOY!
"So, are you proposing to someone?" Amy asked. River had gone to recruit the Roman legion, leaving Amy and the Doctor by themselves in the Underhenge. She'd been meaning to ask him for some time, but had never gotten the courage. She had to take advantage of their time alone.
"I'm sorry?" The Doctor wasn't really paying attention at all. He had so much going on in his mind, like what was in the Pandorica, why everyone wanted it, what was making it open now, and how were they going to escape an army of at least 10,000 starships. Then, of course, there was that nagging idea that Amy had something to do with it, that the coincidence between her favorite childhood story and her favorite school subject was more than just chance.
"I found this," she explained, holding the box out for him to see, stepping into his light as he worked with the sonic screwdriver over the mysterious box, "In your pocket."
The Doctor looked up, instantly, and all his thoughts were interrupted by one. Oh no. "No, no, no," he rushed to explain. He should have told her, should have tried a little harder helping her remember Rory, instead of trying to get over him. Stupid. Selfish, the Doctor silently berated himself, What kind of best friend am I? "That's, uh, a memory," he replied, lamely, "A friend of mine... Someone I lost."
Amy looked disappointed. She had really, sincerely convinced herself into thinking the ring was hers, that she had some sort of special connection with it. She snapped it back quickly from the Doctor who mumbled something about her giving it back. Amy peered at the ring. She still felt it. She still felt like it was hers. "It's weird," she murmured, "I feel... Something."
The Doctor paused, deciding what to say. I'm her friend. I have to help her remember. "People fall out of the world sometimes," he began, "But they always leave traces. Little things you can't quite accountfor: faces in photographs, luggage, half-eaten meals... Rings. Nothing is ever forgotten, not completely. And if something can be remembered, it can come back."
He watched her carefully, looking for any sign of recognition, the moment of truth. Would she remember him? Would Rory Williams come back into existence? Amy blinked back unexplained tears and cleared her throat. Maybe she was feeling hurt, rejected from it not being his ring for her. Nevertheless, she wasn't going to cry. Amy Pond would not cry in front of the Doctor. Especially not when the tears might be for him. "So was she nice?" Amy asked, suddenly, not the question that the Doctor was expecting, "Your friend?"
The Doctor smiled softly, sadly. Is Rory truly forgotten? What did that mean for him? He'd made a deal with himself that he'd talk to Amy about everything, the awkward silences, the stares she had caught, the unexplained sweetness... But only when she was truly over Rory. Was this the time to tell her he might have started to develop feelings? "Remember that night when you flew away with me?" the Doctor asked. Was he really doing this?
"Of course I do."
"And you asked me why I was taking you and I said there wasn't a reason?" Yes, he was doing this. No, wait. Maybe he shouldn't. Indecisiveness plagued his mind. This wasn't going to work. But then again, maybe it would. Maybe things would be different this time around. How many times had he told himself that? And how many times had he been wrong? "I was lying."
"Wait. So you had a reason?" Amy looked at the Doctor, confused.
No. He couldn't do this. Not now. "Your house." It was another reason, yes, why the Doctor had taken her. But the main reason: she had trusted him, devoted herself to him after only an hour or so of knowing him. She was brave and funny and being around her really was an ego boost. He felt good around little Amelia Pond, like he was incapable of doing anything bad, doing anything wrong. But then she grew up. And she was beautiful. And she still trusted him after those 14 years.
"It's too big. Too many empty rooms," the Doctor explained. This may not have been the reason he brought up the conversation, but it was still something that he had always meant to ask her. It was still something that he had always wanted to point out, to solve. "Does it ever bother you, Amy, that your life doesn't make sense?"
The question shocked Amy, not only because it confused her, and sounded big and important, but because she never had been bothered by it. I live in a blue box that's bigger on the inside than it is on the outside. I live with a man that is 907, but looks 880 years younger and acts like a child. I don't want my life to make sense. The day my life starts to make sense is the day he leaves me... And I don't ever want that. I hope my life never does stop being so nonsensical.