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@pondishxamy
Five followers away from my first hundred. I am not worthy. <3
I know my activity has been rubbish lately, but I've had so much more muse for Rose so I couldn't waste it away, and I also graduated today after presenting my MA dissertation so that took a lot of my time. Amy will probably get her attention on the weekend.
«Rory is the most beautiful man I have ever met»
"What are you four even doing here? Wrong timeline, idiots! I don't have your hair gels or your walking canes, move along. I've got a date with my plastic husband."
Help Me // pondishxamy
He focused on the ceiling after she left. His head beginning to swim and throb. He could feel the pain begin to return, him being distracted had proved useful until now. Because now he was hot, confused and in pain. Not a great combination. He found himself panting, wanting to curl in on himself but knowing it would hurt more.
This was ridiculous, did he have to stay here? Wasn’t there somewhere more comfortable, somewhere colder? Somewhere less painful? He rubbed a bandaged hand over his eyes and allowed a small groan to escape his lips. Boring, hot, in pain, confused. Boring because there was nothing to do except lie on the bed in his own sweat. Hot because this house was a furnace. In pain because…well he couldn’t quite remember. And confused because there were large spiders running across the ceiling.
Very…large spiders. Blue spiders with large pincer like fangs. Spinning webs…oh no. Amy! AMY! Why isn’t she coming? It’s getting closer, it’s going to wrap me up and eat me.
"AMY!" He let out a panicked cry, trying to edge away, his injuries mostly preventing it, almost collapsing on his other arm. No..stay back!
Amy threw her arms in the air, not even knowing why she expected any kind of a sane response from him in the first place. She turned on her heel and went to the kitchen, carefully preparing everything that he might need. He was a child, and leaving a child unattended for far too long was a dangerous business. The kettle with water was still warm, a remainder of that morning before the TARDIS arrived, so Amy decided that she should reheat it again and make him some herbal tea.
It was what Rory did for her every time she was sick, at least.
Only then did it dawn on her that she was recovering from a bad fever herself, but all this excitement seemed to have pushed the weariness off of her body, even though there was no doubt that it would return as soon as the Doctor was better.
She was just pouring each of them a cup when he yelled her name, almost causing her to drop the kettle as her eyes wobbled across the kitchen tiles and into the living room. The way his voice sounded made Amy think that he was under attack, that the whole house, whole of Leadworth was under attack, so the redhead took the pan hanging over the counter and clutched at it tightly as she ran to him. “What, what is it?” Frown on her face, she turned around. “What are you yelling about?”
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Rory slipped out from under the covers, wincing as the soles of his feet met the cold floor. He took a second to get over the shock before glancing back at his wife who was still asleep in their bed. So far, so good. Still trying to keep as silent as possible, he left the room and headed for the kitchen.
Arriving in the small room that tried to excuse itself as a kitchen, he dug about the cupboards and drawers until he found what he needed. Setting it all on the limited counter space, he set about trying to get everything finished before Amy woke up.
Rory turned at the sound of Amy’s voice, eyes darting about the kitchen. Most of the dishes were just about done, and he hurried to finish. He managed to do so just as Amy came in.
"Ah, you’re awake," he greeted, putting food on plates and dumping utensils in the sink. "This was, uh, supposed to be a surprise, but now you’re up so…" he put the finishing touches on and held the tray of breakfast food up. "Happy anniversary, Amy."
Amy's eyes immediately darted to the kitchen sink, to the plates, and then the smell of food finally reached her, causing her stomach to rumble a little bit. Since it always took her a good fifteen minutes to come to her senses, she had completely forgotten what day it was. But Rory, good old Rory, was always there to remind her, and a wide, a bit sleepy smile, spread across her face.
She skipped across the small space in a heartbeat and nicked a raspberry from its plate before taking the tray and putting it down on the counter. "I want to say you didn't have to, but of course you did. Come here." Her forearms rested on Rory's shoulder, and her fingers ran through his hair before Amy pulled him in for a kiss. "Happy anniversary, Roman." She smiled against his lips. "Your present is in the bedroom."
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Watching her with a new set of eyes was almost surreal, especially since he had never thought he would get the chance. One of the major differences he had noticed was that her hair seemed bright. Why he wasn’t sure. But it blazed, lighting up like fire. The reason he had even noticed this was because he was staring intently at her head, refusing to get another glimpse at her big sad eyes.
Surprised that she had actually responded he took a gamble at glancing down at her, physically relieved to see the tears were no longer threatening to spill. “You have a point there… but I reserve my right to deny that to everyone else.” he muttered, brows furrowing as his eyes searched hers in an attempt to work out where she was going with this. “Been a grumpy old man a lot, you just got lucky and got the hyper child one.”
"I know I have a point. And I liked the hyper child." She was aware that she might be hurting him by saying that, but if anything he told her about the regeneration was true, he was still the old man, or well, alien, underneath it all. Her eyes slightly just raised to his eyebrows once again and she frowned. "And the eyebrows, are they a recompensation for the lack of hair? Explain them to me."
Amy was at this point just blurting out the first thing that came to mind, because standing there and accepting that her raggedy man would be gone one day for good would be too painful. The burning sensation in the pit of her stomach also suggested that he was old enough to know what happened to her and Rory in the future, too. "I wish you would just stop looking at me like I'm a ghost. Do I die soon? Please tell me I don't die before I turn forty."
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"A side effect of whatever they shot you with," the Doctor replied. She wasn’t all there, he could see that by looking at her and hearing her. She’d gone a bit loopy, it must just be because of the dart. "It’s a well…you know, something that happens because of medicine or something else." She probably wasn’t even really paying attention, he didn’t know why he was trying to explain it.
Worry appeared on his face. “Amy, no. It won’t kill you. I’d never give you anything that would kill you.” She didn’t trust him? Was that just another side effect? “I’m here Amy,” he said softly. She was hysterical and he didn’t know what to do. He chewed a little on his bottom lip, listening to her. She wasn’t going to let him help her even if he wanted to. Then she was clinging to him and he held her close. “I’m trying to help you Amelia. You’ve got to let me do what I have to do. Trust me.”
"I know what side effects are, you dummy." Amy snapped right away, seemingly forgetting that she asked him about the meaning just couple of moments ago. She tried to squeeze her eyes shut, painfully aware of her eyelashes somehow, and then open them again, and after the fifth time she finally managed to get the other two Doctor heads to disappear.
Her head fell forward and onto his chest, resting on her own two hands that were placed there as well. Amy tried to keep herself awake, because it felt like she would descend into oblivion if she fell asleep. "Doctor... The dark, don't let it take me." The huffs of laughter were completely gone now, and she was gripping his shirt. "I don't want to drown in the darkness. Do something, can't you do something?" Why wasn't he giving her any medicine yet? Oh, right, she told him not to. Or did she dream about that one. "Rory, where's Rory, was he taken by the darkness too?" She had completely forgotten that her husband was back home, safe and sound. Panic rose in her. "Doctor, don't let them take you away from me."
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❛ for the last time ames, `s mine ! ❜ ❛ … ❜ ❛ sorta. ❜
"I don't remember you getting your hands all covered in blue for painting it.
You're clearly more mental than I am, now give it back."
River smiled softly at her mother, so willing to help her even at the most peculiar times, following her to the kitchen and taking a seat at the table. Her smile widened just a bit more as her mother added a few of her favorite biscuits, taking one and snacking on it, it already helping her feel a bit more comfortable and accepted. She couldn’t help but want to say something about being just who River needed at the moment, being the mum she needed, but she was far too worried that Amy would take that the wrong way and make their already slightly shaky relationship so much worse. And that was something she would never risk if she could help it.
She shrugged lightly, trying to brush it off as unimportant, as much as it truly bothered her. “Definitely not before your time. You and Dad sort of know who I am, at this point, but as no more than a friend, perhaps a role model, I suppose. Not the best choice on your part, but I suppose I do look older than you two are. And I suppose I truly am, at this point.” River sighed heavily, focusing on her tea. “It’s Utah. Well, just after it for me, I suppose. I kissed him, and he had no idea who I was. Not enough to want to kiss me back, anyway. And I know I’m supposed to go confront him soon enough at Demon’s Run, since I haven’t yet, but I can’t do it. How am I supposed to be calm enough to tell him some of who I am to him, but not all of it? I can’t keep being the person he looks to for answers of the future but not tell him any of it. I just can’t.”
Amy was smiling at River now that she saw how eagerly she nibbled on the biscuits. She saved them especially for her, in the back of the cupboard so Rory did not eat them by chance when they had a quiet night out at the porch or watching movies inside. Since Amy was absent during River’s childhood, or well a proper one, and these little things were the best that she could do these days. Nicking one of the biscuits herself, Amy dunked it into her tea absentmindedly and bit off a part, chewing as she listened to her daughter talking.
Her eyes squeezed shut as she tried to remember the right order of things back then, and how it felt to her, but it always gave her a slight headache. Having her daughter go in the timeline opposite of the Doctor’s was one of the most confusing things ever, and Amy had seen a lot in her travels through time and space. “I remember when I met you first.” She laughed, “you were so cool, talking to the Doctor like that, flying his spaceship better than him, but I guess you got it all from me.” Her eyebrows raised playfully, trying to make her daughter feel a bit better. “Gangers, ugh, don’t even mention that to me.” She shuddered but put her hand over River’s. “I know it’s hard, River, and I don’t know how you do it. But let me tell you, he thinks about you a lot more than you’re seeing. I should know, I was with them all the time back then.”
Amy Pond Appreciation Day - Day 3: Favorite Relationship/Friendship
Amy Pond & The Eleventh Doctor
pondishxamy
Her Mother… how thats someone she didn’t expect to see again… only, where in her time line was she? did she know who she was? it was important… she sighed gently and watched her for a little longer.
Amy was leaning over the counter, eyes firmly set on the book before her. The lights in the house were turned off, save for the one she was reading. Rory was out, having his shift at the hospital, and that was why Amy almost had a heart attack when she heard some rustling about in the room. "Hello?" Amy called, frowning and getting up. "Who's there? Show yourself."
"That’ll surely prove difficult, Pond," the Doctor remarked, arching an eyebrow at Amy.
"Just where is this grand party you speak of, eh? I’m not the biggest fan of beaches," he sighed, thinking back to a particular site in Norway.
Amy mirrored his expression, quirking her own eyebrow up at him. "I said I'd try." Her lips pursed, amused smirk on her face.
"It's wherever we want it to be, dummy. I bring party wherever I go." Her shoulders shrugged. "No beaches, then. Let's crash a sorority party or something."
River gave a small smile to her mother before nodding and looking away. “Yes he does; Mr Ood could you make us two teas please?” The Ood nodded his head before leaving the room.
"He's so adorable." Amy said with a smile as the alien walked past her. She remembered how disgusted she was when they first encountered an Ood, but nowadays they were just strange. "Sit down, I'll open the window. So, what job are you doing, hanging out with dark pants over there?"
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"Actually, that would be extremely helpful, if it isn’t too much trouble. Day one in a new place makes it hard to know where I’m going at all. And, in hindsight, studying the area a bit more would’ve been helpful."
"No trouble, I was just talking a walk that way too. Do you have a place to stay? I know some cheap places along the road you can stay in. Though you don't have any suitcases, you probably found one, yeah? Oh, by the way, I'm Amy. Why are you here alone, anyway?"
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Amy was tossing and turning for what seemed to be a long time that night, unable to fall asleep. It has been only several night since she started traveling with her raggedy man, and it took some time to get used to the hum of the TARDIS, however comfortable it was. It seemed hours before she felt her eyes get kind of droopy, but still kind of aware of her surroundings.
She did not know for how long she stayed like that, or if she slept at all, but a gentle spring on the bed made her open her eyes almost immediately, feeling her heart racing. “What the- Oi, you! Little warning next time would be nice!” Her hand found his upper arm as she smacked him. “Don’t you even know how to knock? What are you doing here, anyway?”
The Doctor yelped when she slapped his arm and narrowed his eyes a little. “Well that hurt!” he complained. “Don’t you know to not injure the person that’s in charge of piloting you around space and time?”
He plopped himself down at the foot of her bed and looked down at the floor. “Figured you might be havin’ some trouble getting used to sleeping here, Pond. Wondering if I could help at all?” He was hiding something. He couldn’t sleep either.
Amy could not help the eyeroll. “Don’t be a baby. I barely touched you.” Her eyebrows wiggled once, but she was still confused as to why he was there. Come to think of it, the Doctor has been in this room only once before, and to set up the bunk bed, which was already weird enough.
"Oh really?" She asked, crossing her legs under the covers. "And how exactly would you help? Maybe if you gave me a good night’s kiss, I definitely wouldn’t mind.” There was the mischievous spark in her eyes, like always when she offered him a snog, knowing he would refuse.