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Amy Pond (fairytale_pond) wrote in silverage,

Amy stood, speechless, looking over the new arrivals in her library study room. To her left stood the Doctor, sonic-ing away. A few steps in front of him stood a third man who Amy hadn't met, but she had a feeling he was the odd bloke she'd been chatting with via the board.

As the Doctor fell into his altogether unsurprising "I've-discovered-something-new-and-exciting" mode, Amy couldn't help but smile. He was the most ancient man, and yet he constantly reminded her of a child who's been given a new toy. Then Amy remembered their situation, and reset a scowl on her face in the Doctor's direction.

"I was never running away from you, mister!" She advanced on him, finger pointed accusingly. "I have been stuck here for a week tryin' ta get back to you!" But, when he closed the gap and put his arms around her, she allowed herself to forgive him, like she always will. Relief that she hadn't felt in days warmed her heart. She'd found him. This nightmare was over.

...wait, what!?

Amy shoved the Doctor away, backing instead towards the unknown man in the shabby trenchcoat. She knew nothing about him, but being nearer to him gave her a sense of calm, of protection. Amy balled her fists, stood up straight, and hit the Doctor with a deathly stare.

Where. Is. My. Husband!?