Amelia Pond (whosscared) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-07-24 14:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, amy pond, eleventh doctor |
Who: Troy (Eleven) and Amy Pond
When: July 24
Where: Outside of a Coffee Shop
What: Amy’s a bit of a stalker
Rating/Warning: Low/None
Status: Complete!
Troy stepped out of the coffee shop with a large coffee, likely full of espresso shots, and a Jammie Dodger. He had his Jammie Dodger of course from Amazon, so it wasn’t from the coffee shop, but he now had one. As he made his way through the shop, and to the outside, he ate and chewed before taking a drink from his coffee again. He swirled a bit, before drinking once more before making his way down along the sidewalk.
He was wearing a parka, because it looked cool to him, a pair of jeans and no hat this time. He had a folder under his arm, and moved to take a seat at one of the tables. Setting his coffee and biscuit down, he began to grade the papers within the folder. He was rather quick about it, already having read them twice. Unfortunately, as Troy loved everyone’s ‘perspective’, they were all getting high marks even if it wasn’t all that fantastic of writing, or knowledge. A few managed a low grade if they were more than a little obvious, but he wasn’t about that in terms of grading. He wanted everyone to feel comfortable in their own skin.
Amy Pond was on her way into the coffee shop. She much preferred tea, and dating John had made her even more of a tea drinker. That’s pretty much what they consumed with every meal. And between meals. And first thing in the morning. But when she was out and about taking meetings and interviewing with photographers, she needed a quickie in a coffee shop.
She noticed him on the way in, but didn’t stop to say hello until she was on her way out. Surely this guy must think her a stalker by now. Unless he’d started dreaming. She knew it was him, she just knew it. “Hello, Doctor.” It sounded so natural coming from her.
He blinked and looked towards her as she approached and raised a brow, looking around, before smiling, “Miss Pond! Right? Pond... wasn’t it? I’m sure it was. Never forget. Anyway, call me Troy, no need to call me Doctor, I’m hardly your professor.”
He laughed before turning his attention to her fully, “What can I do for you? Seems we keep running into each other really.”
“Pond, that’s right.” Amy said, moving over a bit closer. She gave a gentle shrug of her shoulders. Troy? Never. She wasn’t about to start calling him that. Not when he was The Doctor. “We do, fancy that. Must be serendipity, or some sort of unusual coincidence.” One or the other. Something along those lines.
“I just thought I’d say hello. So... hello! How’s your day going?” She added, pulling the chair out across from him and slipping into it without permission. That was how she rolled.
He blinked a few times when she sat, but considering Troy was hardly aware of his own odd intricacies he didn’t seem too put off by her own and just smiled brightly, “Oh, well... hello! And my day’s brilliant. Always is kind of, can’t remember the last time I had a bad day; which likely means I haven’t had one, oh that’s interesting. I should look into why that is...”
He waved it off, “And you, Amy Pond, how are you doing today?”
“Good, good. Just needed some tea.” She held up her to-go cup as if in a toast. “I’m not sure what this country’s obsession is with coffee. It upsets my stomach and gives me the jitters something crazy.” She sipped from her tea, and set it down on the table, careful not to drip on any of his papers.
“Yes, tea is much more brilliant than coffee; although, I must admit there’s something rather invigorating and interesting about espressos,” he wiggled his a bit, then took another drink before looking back down at his papers and then stuffing them into his bag before looking back to her. He clasped his hands together and leaned forward, “It may seem a bit serendipitous, but really in all reality you seem to be following me...”
He shrugged, “Not that I necessarily mind, but I run into you and you seem to know me when I don’t know you; you feel comfortable around me for no other reason than, well nothing I can gather, and you follow me on the network often chatting me up, and seem remarkably interested in my dreams too...”
The Doctor smirked, “I’m fine with all of this, as you seem remarkably friendly and anything like a true stalker, but I do have to wonder your fascination with my dreams and why you seem so interested in me.”
Amy just sat there and grinned at The Doctor as he spoke. Not Troy. Never Troy. She couldn’t help but feel like they were back in the dreams, at a cafe in France in the 1920’s, or visiting America in the 22nd century. It took her a moment to realize she was staring and grinning vaguely, and he must think her mentally ill, so she sat up, cleared her throat, and sipped again from her tea.
“You’re in my dreams.” Amy said, somewhat bluntly. She figured either he could think she was a stalker, or she could tell him the truth. Whatever he thought after that, at least she’d told the truth. “...you and I, we’re best friends in my dreams.”
He raised a brow and seemed to think on this a moment before shrugging his shoulders, “Alright, brilliant. Best friends in your dreams, but that’s a bit odd don’t you think? I’ve never met you before a few months ago, and we still don’t really know each other; or, at least, I do not know you. Which is a bit odd, as I tend to know a lot about a lot.”
He then frowned, “You’re not, perhaps, a bit delusional after our first meeting are you? I suppose it’s possible, and never had a person become delusional over me before. So that could be rather brilliant.”
Amy shook her head. “No, I’ve been having these dreams for almost a year now. Well, eight months or so. I started dreaming long before I bumped into you, and that’s why... I mean, that’s how I knew who you were when we first met.” God, she sounded absolutely insane.
The Doctor frowned a moment then turned up a brow, before smiling, “Oh! Brilliant, really, it’s kind of like deja vu. You saw someone once in your dreams who looks a bit like me, I suppose that’s very plausible, but obviously we’ve never met though so you’re just a bit confused by it all. It happens really.”
Amy gave a little laugh. Very little. “Oh, thank you, Doctor, for explaining it all. No need for me to be confused anymore, then.” It was almost sarcasm. She was more amused that he didn’t know--that he wasn’t there yet. Would his dreams start already? Amy missed having her best friend around. Going through her divorce, sorting through strange and confusing feelings for John, a lot of it would have been easier had she had her best friend, The Doctor, by her side.
“Yes, well, obviously--I think you’re being a bit sarcastic. Really now, that’s just a tad uncalled for. After all I’m obviously right, it’d be absolutely preposterous to think that we actually knew each other in some past life, or what have you; then again, such possibilities do tend to show themselves in fabric of time and space through the occasional concept of folded realities. That being said, our understanding of time and reality is such that it must seem absolutely impossible, and in such case even I cannot grasp it as being true...”
He pointed at her, “Plus, you didn’t know my name when we first met. You insisted on calling me Doctor, which only insinuates more that you go by titles because that’s what your dreams encased me in: titles. Ha! See, we’ve never met each other before... so yes, deja vu.”
So, there was a bit of sadness there. As much as he looked, sounded, and acted like her Doctor, he wasn’t. This may have seemed like the guy... but her doctor wouldn’t have... might not have... probably would have been more open to the idea that there was more going on here than meets the eye.
“Right. Right, nevermind then.” She said, taking a deep breath and sighing gently. “Obviously we don’t know each other at all.” She added, then grabbed her tea and pulled herself to her feet. “I’m sorry to take up so much of your time, Doctor.”
“It’s really no problem at all, in fact I think you’re actually quite fun but really you have to be careful to differentiate between dreams and reality. It can consume some of course, some philosophers have ended their own lives because they actually believed they were dreaming in reality, when in reality they were living in reality. It’s really quite sad, but a definite real possibility...” He shrugged then smiled, “But it has been a pleasure Amy Pond. I’d love to talk more, of course, if you must leave now.”
“Well, don’t worry. I’m not about to go off myself simply because you don’t know who I am. That’s all right, I’ll survive.” She gave him a little wink, then climbed up from her chair. “I’ll see you around, Doctor. Hopefully next time you’ll remember.” Ever the optimist, even if she’d almost given up hope. She couldn’t give up on him, he hadn’t ever given up on her.
Troy nodded when she seemed eager to leave and just smiled as she began to take her leave and waved her off before moving back towards his papers. He was a bit curious, though, about her absolute certainty that there was something for him to remember. Something vital that he was forgetting, and wondered if it had anything to do with those dreams everyone else was having. Soon his papers were removed and a new paper brought out, one where he began to throw down every math equation he could think of.