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Amy Pond ([info]fairytale_pond) wrote in [info]silverage,
@ 2011-08-01 11:27:00

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Entry tags:!log, 10th doctor, amy pond

Who: Amy Pond, 10th Doctor, (possibly others?)
When: Early afternoon Monday
Where: The TARDIS, parked outside the Welcome Center
What: Amy moves in.
Rating/status: G-PG/In Progress



This was probably a bad idea, but Amy was running out of options. She'd exhausted the money the Doctor'd given her when they first arrived, so it was either find a job and a flat or take the free room offered to her by this stranger-Doctor. Their first meeting hadn't gone too well, but that was mainly the circumstances, wasn't it? The Doctor (any Doctor) ought to be reluctant to interact with his possible future, but he'd offered her a room on the message board, and Amy was hard pressed to say no. So, she packed the few belongings she'd accumulated since her arrival into the small suitcase she'd bought and set out for the Welcome Center.

When she arrived outside the complex (which remained a mystery Amy longed to solve), she smiled at the sight of the familiar blue box standing outside it. Key in hand-- it had been in hand her whole walk down here-- Amy approached it and entered. The unfamiliar decor still surprised her, even though she knew this wasn't her TARDIS. Well, it was, but not really. Not yet. Oh, time travel.

She closed the door behind her and looked around for the man who both was and wasn't her best friend. "Doctor? It's me, Amy."


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[info]lonely_god
2011-08-01 07:16 pm UTC (link)
The Doctor had one of the floor grates flipped open and was down below meddling with the wires and circuits, trying to find a way to make it easier for the TARDIS to function and travel within the bounds of their current prison. He was grateful that his ship could still manage to move at all, but he would be a poor pilot if he left her in the state she was in without even trying to improve things for her.

He was so absorbed in his work that Amy's arrival caught him by surprise. Startled, he went to stand up and ended up banging his head against the grates as he head. "Hello-ow!" he exclaimed, quickly ducking away from the offending grate and raising a hand to rub at the sore spot on his skull. He winced and hissed a bit of air through his teeth as he muttered, "Really have got to start paying more attention when I'm down there."

Then, in true Doctor fashion, he completely switched gears and vaulted up out of the work area with a smile, as though he'd never banged his head in the first place.

"I see your key works. Good. Excellent. Won't have to cut you a new one then. Sorry about our last meeting. I wasn't exactly at my best. Amy, wasn't it? I'm the Doctor. Obviously. Lovely to see you." Except of course that it wasn't. He was rather deeply uncomfortable with the idea of getting to know this woman who knew the next him, the him he had fought so hard to avoid becoming. Still, she had as much right to stay in the TARDIS as Donna and Martha and Rose and be made to feel welcome there, didn't she? So he pushed his own feelings aside, just for now, and did his best to be personable.

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[info]fairytale_pond
2011-08-01 07:28 pm UTC (link)
Amy flinched at the metallic clang that sounded when the Doctor bumped his head on the grating. "Ouch! You alright mate? That looks like it hurt." More than bumping your head on the TARDIS' glass floor would, she wanted to say, but thought better of it. She reckoned she ought to keep mentions of the future TARDIS (and Doctor) to a minimum.

Amy laughed at the Doctor's emotional 180. Some things never change. "Yeah, Amy. Amelia. S'alright about before, I understand." She swung her suitcase casually and looked around the console room. "Nice place. Looks real... organic." Because really, that was the best word she could come up with to describe the large supports that looked like they came off some tropical reef. "So, where's this room, then?"

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[info]lonely_god
2011-08-01 07:39 pm UTC (link)
"Oh, I'm fine," the Doctor said, waving off her concern. "Tougher than I look." Though the spot where he'd run into the floor grating was still quite sore. He'd have to do something about that once he had Amy settled if it were still a problem. A cold compress and some tea should do the trick.

"Glad you like the decor. I'm rather fond of it myself. Now then. About your room. The TARDIS may or may not already have something in mind. It's a bit hard to say with a sentient time machine. Why don't we just take a stroll down the halls and see what she's come up with?"

[ooc: Whoa. Apologies for the typos in the last comment! We've been having brownouts, so I kind of rushed getting it out while I still had power.]

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[info]fairytale_pond
2011-08-01 08:39 pm UTC (link)
"Yes, lets!" Amy was always excited with how the TARDIS seemed to rearrange itself. Well, except when it decided to rearrange itself when Amy was on her way back from the shower. Roaming the halls sopping wet wearing nothing but a towel was not one of Amy's fondest memories.

She made to leave the console room towards the wing which usually housed the living areas, but soon realized that none of the exits she recognized were there.

"Em... you might have to take the lead."

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[info]lonely_god
2011-08-01 08:50 pm UTC (link)
"Hmm? What? Oh! Oh. Yes. I suppose I might." The Doctor reached up to rub the back of his neck, suddenly sheepish at his oversight. "Sorry. Didn't think ... Well. I should have, really. She's a bit different from what you're used to, isn't she?" She must have been. He'd been holding back the regeneration for so long, fighting it so hard, that he suspcected when it did finally happen, the energies involved were immense and rather violent. Add to that Amy's clear unfamiliarity with the ship, and the Doctor had a decent picture of what his regeneration should have been like, if it had gone to completion this time. Unless of course he was wrong, and he hadn't been meant to become his eleventh self just then, though he doubted that was the case.

"Come on then. Let's have a look at what the old girl's come up with." He led the way into the main hall and took a few turns before they came up on a section of the TARDIS devoted to living quarters. He bypassed the doors that belonged to Rose, Donna and Martha and a few extra ones besides before he came up on a room that was sitting open. "I do believe she wants you to have a peek at this one," he noted casually. A quick glance inside showed him a room that was a bit out of synch with the rest of the TARDIS's layout, and he suspected she might have been able to tap into the future to recreate a bedroom more in keeping with what Amy had known.

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[info]fairytale_pond
2011-08-01 09:13 pm UTC (link)
The halls they walked through matched the console room in their amber/teal color scheme, all very different from the cold grey walls she was used to. It was unfamiliar, but warm, Amy thought, and she didn't entirely dislike it.

That said, when the came across the open door, Amy was relieved to see what appeared to be her old room, looking exactly as it did when she first started traveling with the Doctor. "Oh, this is brilliant." She tossed her suitcase onto the creamy down duvet, then flopped herself beside it, bouncing slightly upon impact. "She's a smart one, your TARDIS is," she said to the Doctor, smiling at the familiar ceiling.

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[info]lonely_god
2011-08-01 09:19 pm UTC (link)
The Doctor leaned against the doorframe, watching as Amy made herself at home. He hadn't been invited in, so he didn't cross the threshold. It felt awkward even standing there, looking in at a room that wasn't supposed to exist until a point in his future when he no longer had his current personality and appearance. The TARDIS was excellent when it came to providing his companions with the perfect accommodations, but this was the first time he could remember that she'd needed to tap into the future to come up with them.

"She's very clever, yes. Opinionated, too. She must like you. This is your room, isn't it? The theme's a bit different than the rest."

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[info]fairytale_pond
2011-08-01 09:38 pm UTC (link)
"Yeah, it is." Amy sat up and patted the familiar bedspread. "Or, well, it was my first room. After I got married, that's when the bunk bed showed up. Though I think that was less the TARDIS and more your idea." Catching herself, she looked up at the man in her doorway. "His idea, I mean."

Amy really didn't want this tension between them to last, especially if she was going to stay here. "Come in if you like," she offered. "No need to just stand there."

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[info]lonely_god
2011-08-01 09:42 pm UTC (link)
"I'm fine," the Doctor replied, a little too quickly if he were honest with himself. "Really. I am. It's your room. No need for me to come in." He summoned another smile to show that he was all right with the status quo and then straightened up, tucking his hands in his pockets and staring at the floor as he tried to come up with something else to say.

"How did you meet?" he finally asked. "You and ... him." There had to be something to look forward to, didn't there? Despite his reluctance to change, there had to be something good to come of it.

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[info]fairytale_pond
2011-08-01 09:54 pm UTC (link)
So much for diffusing the tension. Amy would keep having to remind herself that the man in front of her wasn't yet the same man who she'd known her whole life, and that they wouldn't slip so easily into a comfortable familiarity.

"As far as I understand it," she began in response to the Doctor's question, "I first met 'im not long after... after he stopped bein' you." Unsure whether this Doctor really wanted to know about his next regeneration, she paused before continuing. "The TARDIS crashed in my garden, an' when the Doctor climbed out, he was sort of ...leakin' that yellow energy. He was real scattered and didn't make much sense." Looking back to the Doctor she added, "I was seven, by the way.

"All of a sudden a clanging sound came from outside an' he ran back to the TARDIS. He said he'd be back in five minutes, but next I saw him it was twelve years later, an' he looked exactly the same." She shook her head fondly, lost in the memory.

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[info]lonely_god
2011-08-01 10:02 pm UTC (link)
"I don't, usually. Make much sense. After regenerating, I mean. Everything's still in flux. You could say I'm still cooking, I suppose. All that excess energy still bleeding out and brain cells trying to decide on what they're going to be." He scuffed one trainer-clad toe against the floor, uneasy with discussion of changing. Regeneration was never pleasant, and now that he had to do it alone, without another Time Lord to help, every single time that remained to him, the prospect was even more daunting. "I suppose it makes sense that he crashed the TARDIS if she was in flight when he- When I changed. Glad he didn't hurt anyone when he did."

The Doctor looked up abruptly, his expression earnest, as he asked, "He didn't, did he? When he landed?"

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[info]fairytale_pond
2011-08-01 10:12 pm UTC (link)
"That's exactly what he said," Amy exclaimed. "That he was still cooking. Well, I suppose it's not surprising, you are the same person, after all. Sort of," she added, trying to distance her Doctor from this one.

"No, he didn't hurt anyone, just a shed. Only went and saved the world, though, when he showed up again." Hopefully that'd reassure him. Oh, Amy hated how uncomfortable this all was!

"Say, d'you mind showing me to the kitchen? I could die for a cuppa."

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[info]lonely_god
2011-08-01 11:06 pm UTC (link)
The effort to differentiate between them was appreciated. The Doctor wasn't ready to think of himself as another man. He wasn't ready to think of the eleventh him in any capacity whatsoever. He hadn't changed, and he wasn't going to, not if he could help it. Still ... at least there was saving of the Earth involved in his next life. He liked saving the Earth. Earth was as near to home for him now as could be had.

"Tea!" he exclaimed when Amy brought it up, relieved to have neutral ground to tread once again. "Yes! Precisely what I need after rattling my skull against the floor grates, and a good way to welcome someone, wouldn't you say? Kitchen's just this way. I could do with a banana, too, while we're at it. Are you hungry?"

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[info]fairytale_pond
2011-08-01 11:44 pm UTC (link)
"Famished!" Amy replied, gladly following the Doctor back into the hall. The kitchen-- no matter what it looked like-- would be familiar territory. She first got to know her Doctor in a kitchen, and now she'd get to know this Doctor in one as well.

When they arrived, Amy instantly made for the cupboards to make herself some toast and jam. Even if the layout of the room was different, she was banking on the TARDIS keeping the food in relatively the same order. While she busied herself with the toaster, she decided to try at conversation.

"So, Doctor," she said, "tell me about yourself. We didn't get off on the proper foot, and my old idiot never tells me about his past." She slid the lever down on the toaster and turned to face the Doctor. "I mean, he told me about your people, and what happened to them, but nothing about what he was like when he was, yanno, you."

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[info]lonely_god
2011-08-01 11:59 pm UTC (link)
"He did, did he?" the Doctor replied as he rummaged about for the tea kettle and cups. "That's a change of tune. I usually don't mention what happened until I have to. Or did I have to, this time?" He was more comfortable discussiing his future self if he didn't have to look at Amy. It meant he didn't have to try to keep his expression neutral. Sadly, his opportunity for hiding was soon up, as he found the kettle and the cups, and had to go about getting water so the aforementioned tea could be had.

"What do you want to know, Amelia Pond? Shoe size? Favorite fruit? Driver's examination score? What?"

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[info]fairytale_pond
2011-08-02 12:13 am UTC (link)
"You had to a bit," she said in answer. "It came out in pieces, not all at once, not like he was volunteerin' the information or anything." All these changing pronouns were difficult, but Amy was starting to get the hang of thinking of the Doctor as these two separate men.

"I was thinkin' more along the lines of what you've done, where you've been." She said to his teasing response. "The Doctor I know always loves telling stories an' showin' off. Ooh!" A thought occurred to her, "Have you met River yet? I suppose you must've as you'd already met her when you saw her with me."

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[info]lonely_god
2011-08-02 04:34 pm UTC (link)
The Doctor's expression became blank at the mention of River, and he turned his back to Amy, using the tea kettle for an excuse. "We've met," he said, tone flat and clearly warning Amy away from the topic. He didn't like to think of what had happened in the library. He didn't like to think of what River might one day become to him, when he had the knowledge of what would become of her.

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[info]fairytale_pond
2011-08-02 05:08 pm UTC (link)
The Doctor's tone did not go unnoticed. Right, Amy thought, ixnay on the iverRay. Luckily, her toast popped up just then and she busied herself with spreading it with jam rather than backpedal from her previous gaffe. She munched on the snack while she waited for the Doctor to speak, thinking it was probably best to let him dictate the path of conversation.

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[info]lonely_god
2011-08-02 06:01 pm UTC (link)
For a time, he was quiet, feigning paying close attention to the tea he was making though the task most certainly didn't require the whole of his formidable attention. The motions of the task were calming, familiar, something he had gone over with almost every single companion since Barbara and Ian first set foot in the TARDIS.

Once the water was hot and the tea had steeped long enough, he poured himself and Amy each a cup. Silently, he put out the milk, cream and sugar, and then took a seat at the table, tea cup cradled in his hands.

"This isn't my first time in New York," he finally said. "I brought Martha here. Once on purpose. A second time by accident. Actually, I suppose you could say I brought to New York on purpose twice. We went to New New York. Well, actually, the fifteenth New York. I was there with Rose as well. I don't suppose you've heard much about them. Unless he's vastly different from me, I don't like to talk about past companions."

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[info]fairytale_pond
2011-08-02 06:13 pm UTC (link)
Amy added milk and sugar to her tea as she listened, then brought her cup and plate of toast over to the table and sat across from the Doctor. "No, he never mentioned anyone else," she answered. "I mean, I knew there had been others, but it wasn't 'til I came here an' met Donna that I heard any details."

As much as Amy clung to the belief that the Doctor was hers and hers alone, as he had been for most of her life, she knew now that he really was an ancient man, and knowing that he'd lived other lives with other friends, or... loved ones, maybe? Well, Amy thought at least that was better than him being alone.

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[info]lonely_god
2011-08-02 06:28 pm UTC (link)
"Of course he didn't," the Doctor said, gaze focused somewhere beyond Amy, beyond the boundaries of the kitchen. "I'd stopped traveling with people, actually. It never seemed to go well. Neither did traveling alone. Still not sure which I prefer. I suppose it's best I have someone, though. At least that way I don't get into as much trouble. Sometimes, I need somebody to get in my way. I'm old. Very old. I don't always have the energy to think about everybody else."

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[info]fairytale_pond
2011-08-02 08:08 pm UTC (link)
"I know," replied Amy, and that was all she needed to say. She remembered too well her first trip with the Doctor, when she had to stop him from shocking that Starwhale. Even if the Doctor in front of her hadn't been through that yet, she knew that he needed someone with him, to keep him company and, when needed, to protect him. Even from himself.

"Just think," she added, "if Donna or I hadn't been here the other day..." She trailed off, the implications of what would have happened left hanging in the air between them.

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[info]lonely_god
2011-08-02 09:38 pm UTC (link)
"Your Doctor might be here twice over," he supplied. "Then again ... maybe not. It's hard to say. The timelines have gone all wrong, but there don't seem to be any lasting effects. I don't remember Rose or Martha or Donna having been sidetracked. I'd wager that your Doctor doesn't remember ever being here."

The Doctor set his cup down and pushed it away, then leaned back in his chair and stared up at the ceiling as though there were answers to be found overhead. "I was supposed to die. There was a prophecy. A fixed point in time, maybe. 'He will knock four times.' I thought it meant the Master ... but it was Wilf, instead. Donna's grandfather."

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[info]fairytale_pond
2011-08-02 10:25 pm UTC (link)
Amy sipped her tea and nodded as the Doctor speculated on the lasting effects of everyone getting trapped in 1960s New York. When he continued, though, she choked audibly. None of the rest of it made any sense-- something about a prophecy, and somebody's grandfather knocking. Amy didn't catch any of it after that one word.

"Supposed to die?" she asked. "Die as in, regenerate, or die as in... die?" The conversation was headed towards dangerous ground. If she wasn't supposed to tell her Doctor that she'd seen his demise, telling his previous self was probably worse.

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[info]lonely_god
2011-08-03 12:31 am UTC (link)
"Oh, don't worry about your Doctor," he said before drawing in a deep breath and tipping his chair back to balance precariously on two legs for a moment, then letting it rock forward onto all four again. "The prophecy was meant for me. Without Galen's ship, I would have changed. I was getting ready to, before I wound up here, or I was trying, at least. I thought, this time, since I had a grace period, if you will, I'd stop by. See everyone. Make certain they were all living their lives. Whatever or whomever brought me here cut it a bit close. I was supposed to be making my last stop. The Powell Estates. I just wanted to see Rose. Didn't necessarily mean to do anything more than that. Just see her, is all, before I stopped being her Doctor."

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[info]fairytale_pond
2011-08-04 12:37 am UTC (link)
"Sounds nice," Amy replied, unsure of what else to say. She hadn't thought she or Rory would ever leave the Doctor's side, aside from brief periods like the two months after their honeymoon, but she supposed if they did, she would want to Doctor to come round to visit.

"And, she's here, is she? Your Rose?" It was obvious to Amy that this Doctor was all hung up on this girl. She wondered yet again what happened and why her Doctor never mentioned her.

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[info]lonely_god
2011-08-04 12:46 am UTC (link)
"She's here," the Doctor confirmed. He folded his hands in front of him and stared down at them as though he might find what to say next written there. "A bit further along than the Rose I went to see, a bit further back than she was the last time we said goodbye. Well, I say we said goodbye, but we didn't, really. Well, I say we, but it wasn't her decision. Well, I say decisions ... " He shook his head. "I was selfish. It hurt too much, to actually say the words, so I left. I waited until she was distracted by the other me, and I got into the TARDIS with Donna and I left. Rose doesn't know about that, yet. It's still years in her future. She doesn't really even know me, yet. Not this me." He allowed himself a small, pained smile. "Everything's all out of order. You're here, but I don't know you yet. Martha's here, but I had to tell her why she left because she hasn't lived it. Donna's here, and if she finds out what happens to her ... I'm not sure she'll ever forgive me. And Rose ... Well. That's a talk I'm not looking forward to having."

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[info]fairytale_pond
2011-08-04 01:18 am UTC (link)
This Doctor made as much sense as hers did, which is to say almost none at all.

"Right," Amy said. "Sounds like we're all complicated, aren't we?" She gulped down the last bit of tea and added somewhat jokingly, "What're we gonna do with ourselves?"

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[info]lonely_god
2011-08-04 01:22 am UTC (link)
"No idea." He lifted his tea and finished it off in one gulp. "We're all stuck here, that's for certain, at least until I have a better idea of what's going on and how to fix it. I'm rubbish at staying in one place. I ought to warn you now, in case he's changed, though I doubt he's changed that much. The last time I was stuck in New York in the 1960s, Martha went to work in a shop most days while I stayed in our flat following the steps Sally Sparrow gave us to trick the Weeping Angels. I suppose this time you lot will do whatever it is you need to do while I say in the TARDIS working out how to escape ... whatever this is."

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[info]fairytale_pond
2011-08-04 05:37 pm UTC (link)
"Oh, no," Amy answered, laughing slightly, "he hasn't changed at all in that regard." She gathered up hers and the Doctor's dishes and brought them to the sink. If this TARDIS was anything like her own, there was a dishwasher somewhere, but rather than opening every drawer and cupboard looking for it, Amy decided to wash the dishes by hand. Plus, it gave her something to do with her hands.

"So I guess there's no gettin' out of working, then." She sighed. "I'm rubbish at jobs. Was kind of hopin' to avoid having to find one. The only job I ever had back home that I managed to keep longer than two weeks was..." she lowered her voice and mumbled the last bit, "...kiss-o-gram."

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[info]lonely_god
2011-08-04 08:15 pm UTC (link)
The Doctor stared at Amy for a long moment, his mouth open in shock, after she made her admission. A kiss-o-gram. A kiss-o-gram? He was traveling with ... Oh, dear. What kind of trouble had he gotten into in his next life? What sort of man was he? He was starting to wonder if he'd been afraid to regenerate for all of the wrong reasons.

"You ... For a living ... Tell me that I ... you ... he ... didn't ... " He waved his hands in the air. "You know." Despite how often he tended to be kissed in his current form, and how much he loved Rose, the Doctor was still hopeless when it came to talking about romance or physical intimacy.

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[info]fairytale_pond
2011-08-05 10:41 pm UTC (link)
Amy couldn't resist a giggle at his reaction. It was always a laugh to see the Doctor-- any Doctor, it seemed-- get flustered. "No, no no no no," she answered. "No ...Well, once. Sort of. But it was all me." She tried to explain in a way that wouldn't freak him out even more. "It was the night before my wedding, when I ran off with 'im. I wasn't sure... I didn't know what I wanted, an' I... you know..." she trailed off for a moment, then picked right back up at her original pace. "But then the Doctor brought Rory along an' made me realise I did want to marry 'im." Amy sighed. This was pretty complicated, wasn't it?

"So no. The Doctor an' I never... and I did all that before he came along, so it never mattered anyway." She fixed him with a look that said 'end of discussion.'

"Still, it's really the only work experience I've got..."

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[info]lonely_god
2011-08-05 11:05 pm UTC (link)
"Rubbish," the Doctor said. "You've traveled with me. You must have picked up something along the way. I don't know what, mind you, since you didn't travel with me exactly, but I'm certain you've learned a skill or two that should be useful to someone." He was perfectly happy to stay well away from any further talk of kissing. There was only one person in the universe he cared to engage in that activity with, and at the moment, she was still getting used to the idea that he could change his face, let alone that he had feelings for her.

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[info]fairytale_pond
2011-08-08 03:35 am UTC (link)
"I'm sure I must have, but I can' think how any of them might help me around here." Amy twisted a lock of her hair distractedly. The dishes were dried and put away, there was nothing left to distract her from their conversation. As much as this Doctor resembled hers in the way he spoke and the things he said, it was his face that got in the way. He looked younger than her Doctor, while somehow older and more tired. His head was filled with people and places that Amy would never-- and could never-- know. To see him and know that he knew nothing about her, and most likely didn't want to learn... that was a kind of hurt that cut deeper than Amy'd expected.

"Well," she said, bringing her hand down and stopping the nervous habit, "if ya don' mind, I think I'll go settle in a bit." She gave him a polite smile and made to leave. In the doorway, she paused, then turned around and added, "It was nice, havin' this little chat." With that she exited the kitchen and wound her way back through the unfamiliar halls to the room which this TARDIS had miraculously recovered for her. As she entered, she sank down onto the soft bed with a sigh. "Oh, Amy, what're you doing?"

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