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Amy Pond (fairytale_pond) wrote in silverage,

"Life and death?" Amy parroted numbly. This was not good. This was the Doctor right before she met him, but if he regenerated here, and now, with no way out... Amy didn't know if this was the way it had happened, but seeing as her Doctor seemed just as surprised and frustrated to be stranded in 1964 New York as she was, Amy would wager a guess that this wasn't a part of his own personal history that he'd planned.

Oh no. The Doctor's own personal history. He wasn't ever supposed to meet himself, or learn about his future. Amy had learned that the hard way that day on the beach in Utah, when she saw...

Tears welling in her eyes, she turned away from Donna and approached the man in the suit. The man who would know her better than anyone, but who at the moment didn't know her at all. He had been talking to someone on a cell phone, and now was furiously working the TARDIS controls. This close, Amy could tell it really was the Doctor. The face and hair were completely different, but something about him stayed the same.

"Hey," she whispered, drawing his attention away from the controls for a moment. "Listen to me, yeah? You don't know me yet, and it's hard to explain, but trust me when I tell you that everything is going to be alright. You're going to get through this. This isn't--" She cut off. This isn't the way you die, she almost said, but then thought better of it. "Just... just hang in there, you. Because you still have me to look forward to." She let out a halfhearted chuckle and wiped her face with the back of her hand.