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Tweak says, "Wanna Bikkit!"

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

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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	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?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

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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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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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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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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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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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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