Amy Pond (
still_running) wrote2017-01-03 03:52 pm
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A redheaded return to the Ruby City - a voice testing PSL for Amy and Yuuta
Something eerily familiar about stepping off the train. Like something from a dream. And it had to be a dream, right. There were no trains like this in Germany in the 1940s, were there?
She stepped onto the platform, a little shell shocked. Okay, Amy, think. Okay, a second ago... Right. Sitting with the Doctor and Rory on the desk, her best friend who was also her daughter who was also her other best friend's wife had just been shot and was not babbling on about hair and clothing... And the pounding from the cupboard...
Her head hurt.
She leaned against a wall and crossed her arms. Something in the pocket of her denim jacket. She scowled and pulled it out. Then she frowned at the watch.
"I... I know this watch, don't I?" she asked herself, studying it, staring at it. Her timeline had been rewritten and erased and unmade and remade so many times she was no longer sure what she knew anymore, what she remembered beyond a few months ago. Anything before her wedding, really, was something of a blur. And then given how much of that time she hadn't even really been there for.... Yeah...
She knew this watch. There was something she was forgetting. Something big, something important. She had remembered her parents back into existence, and the Doctor. So whoever or whatever was connected to this watch, she would remember back. She would.
She would. Headache or no headache....
She stepped onto the platform, a little shell shocked. Okay, Amy, think. Okay, a second ago... Right. Sitting with the Doctor and Rory on the desk, her best friend who was also her daughter who was also her other best friend's wife had just been shot and was not babbling on about hair and clothing... And the pounding from the cupboard...
Her head hurt.
She leaned against a wall and crossed her arms. Something in the pocket of her denim jacket. She scowled and pulled it out. Then she frowned at the watch.
"I... I know this watch, don't I?" she asked herself, studying it, staring at it. Her timeline had been rewritten and erased and unmade and remade so many times she was no longer sure what she knew anymore, what she remembered beyond a few months ago. Anything before her wedding, really, was something of a blur. And then given how much of that time she hadn't even really been there for.... Yeah...
She knew this watch. There was something she was forgetting. Something big, something important. She had remembered her parents back into existence, and the Doctor. So whoever or whatever was connected to this watch, she would remember back. She would.
She would. Headache or no headache....
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"Come on, let's get back in the city. We can talk about this over tea. It's only been a few weeks here since you left."
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"You okay?" she asked him, seriously. "I honestly didn't mean to leave at all. Not without you. You know that, right? I wasn't even trying to leave. One moment I was in my room painting, next I was back in Leadworth, no memories of this place. That keeps happening to me, the memories thing."
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The Doctor must definitely feel like this all the time.
"I know you wouldn't have left without me if you had a choice."
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Then she moved to link her arm with his so they could walk again, and she smirked. "You can have the bunk bed."
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"Good. Family is important to me too, and you're my only sister."
He blinked.
"Bunk bed?"
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"Yeah, took us forever after the wedding to convince the Doctor to give us a proper room, that bunkbed were not, as a point of fact, cool. I'm sure he still has the bunkbed room somewhere."
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"So, I take it you married Rory, after figuring out that he always had a crush on you?"
He would have liked to seen that, if just to tease Rory like a proper older brother should.
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She considered, then sighed. "While I was waiting for the Doctor, he was waiting for me. Learned that now." She held up her hand to show off her ring.
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It was a human tendency to be blind in some ways.
As for that ring!
"Congratulations! Do you have a picture of him? I'd like to know who swept my little sister off her feet."
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"If we can find a charger, yeah. But we wound up back decades before they're going to be invented."
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Ah well, it was worth a shot. But, if this Rory was willing to wait for her for apparently all their lives, then he must be half ways decent.
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"Everyone is going to be surprised to see you so much older," he added. "They won't know what to think."
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"They," she said simply, "Are going to think I'm gorgeous. Guys lined up ten deep to dance with me. Even if there isn't a dance."
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Her comment made him laugh.
"You said it, so just watch: someone will now throw a party out of the blue!"
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"But a party sounds like some fun. We just don't need to tell Rory how many cute guys try to kiss me. Ever since he got a gun and a sword, he likes to go all Centurian on me when he gets jealous. On second thought, let's totally tell him. We can even add a few."
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"But you are going to have to explain more of all this to me, at length. The blue police box is still here, but I don't know if your key will work or not. It has apparently been here for some time, and if time travel is involved ... who knows?" He certainly did not, but it might be worth a try.
"Guns and sword? Really? Perhaps I should make up dance cards like the olden days and make sure his name is on every slot."
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Long story short, him, me, Rory, one of my other friends, we get the Atraxi to take back their prisoner, and the loon calls the Atraxi back, after they've left, to yell at them. Then he goes to phase the engines or whatever... and is gone another two years... Came back the night before my wedding."
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At the end of her story, Yuuta hummed, discontent.
"It sounds like there is something wrong with his time machine, if it keeps jumping like that. Why has he not gone back in time so he does not disappear for so long? Or is he unable to?"
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"And you try telling him something is wrong with the Tardis. I swear some days he loves that thing more than his wife."
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He would make sure to listen to that, even if he didn't quite understand it!
"I would still make an argument to find out if something is wrong! The TARDIS, if it's as powerful as I think it is, cannot be left unrepaired or fraying!"
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