Who: Amy Pond and Eleven When: Recently Where: Strip Mall What: Random Encounter Rating/Warnings: LOWASAURUS (Most likely low) Status: Complete when posted
Troy was currently walking home from his campus, he chose to walk most of the time as he could really enjoy the culture that was to be had here in L.A. He had on a button up blue shirt, which had rolled up sleeves, and a pair of trousers worn down to his black boots. He wore no jacket, and had a black belt to keep up those pants. He seemed relatively normally dressed, if not for that oddity on his head, an old Prussian General’s helmet, with the spike sticking out of the top of it. He’d been showing it to the class today, so really the only reason he had it was that.
The reason it was being worn, however, was because he was too busy clapping his hands. He’d come to stop in front of a Peruvian Folk Band, smiling broadly as the band went to work in their playing, in front of a not so traditional strip mall. He didn’t seem to notice the people walking by, so entrenched he was in the music.
One of those people walking by happened to be someone who recognized him right off the bat--with or without the Prussian General’s helmet. She was clad in her usual; red tights, mini-skirt, brown sweater, hair down, black headband. While passing by the strange, Peruvian Folk Band, she did a double-take at the sight of the Doctor. Her Doctor.
“Oi!” She called out, turning to head straight for him. There was a flame of anger in the redhead’s eyes, though it was most likely playful. Teasing. “And where have you been?”
Troy continued to laugh with the band, then blinked when he was shouted at. He spun around and looked at the red head, and blinked several times before looking around. He then pointed gently at himself, with a bewildered look in his eyes. Finally, though, he just looked around again and then back to her, “I .. oh, well, I was just in class, just got out of class. Prussian history, fantastic class, you should take it! It’s brilliant history, fun! Entertaining really. Oh, then I uh, was walking and saw this Peruvian Folk Band, which I absolutely adore. A bit off key, but they’re not professionals.”
He then thought a moment, “I’ve been in Peru for the better part of a month, no, not Peru. That’s where I intend to go next, but the Yucatan! Brilliant place, absolutely beautiful. Full of splendor. Anyway, yes, I just got back. So that’s where I’ve been.”
He smiled, then turned a brow, “Uh, but who are you?”
Amy was beaming at him as he spoke, watching his face with a fondness that was reserved only for her raggedy doctor. Prussian history, Peruvian Folk Music, the Yucatan... it was so very the Doctor that she couldn’t help but beam and glow at the sight of him, the sound of his voice. She had Rory, sure, and there were other Doctors around, but they weren’t hers. Bumping into him was exciting. Like Christmas morning, or better.
Though, she could tell by the look on his face that he didn’t know her from Adam. (Bizarre expression that one. From Adam. Why Adam and not ... Eve? Or Jack?) It clicked into place that just as Rory had had dreams before she did, this Doctor may not know who he was. ...either that or he was a really, really good lookalike.
“Amy. Amelia. Pond.” She said her name as if she was just remembering it. In a way, she always was when she was around him. “Amelia Pond of the Ponds.” She said, lifting her hand and holding it out for him to shake. “And you are?”
He was a bit confused suddenly at the expression of hers. She seemed to suddenly not know who he was, but just moments ago seemed so eager to know where he’d been. He just waved it off and figured it was due to the helmet, ah, yes that’s likely what it was. He took her hand and shook it with both of his.
“Well pleasure to meet you Amelia Pond, love the name Amelia. It’s a brilliant name. Amelia Pond, makes you sound important,” he grinned and then withdrew his hands, “I am Dr. Troy Clark at your service!”
Amy shook his hand with her own. It was so familiar and yet so new all at the same time! He sounded and looked... exactly as she remembered from her dreams. Bizarre. There was no questioning it in her mind now. This was her Raggedy Doctor. “It’s good to meet you, Doctor.” She said the word as if she’d said it thousands of times before. And, well, in a way she had. Mostly in her dreams, though.
“I don’t suppose you go on many adventures in a giant, blue box, do you?” She added, almost teasingly.
“I, hmm, well no. Well, I suppose there was a plane down in the Amazon once that was painted blue, but it was hardly a box; I’m sure a box would have been far more aerodynamic, and safer. It was brilliant fun, but I don’t travel often in blue boxes, just that one time. Why do you ask?” She was a curious one, and he found himself studying her because of it. Watching her with a curious intent. She also seemed so familiar.
So familiar.
“And yes, it’s good to meet you too Amelia. Do you go to school? Perhaps that’s where you seem to know me from.”
“No, I’m a model.” Amy said, though there wasn’t hint of pride in her voice. It was to pay the bills, really. She was good at using her cute face and long legs to make enough money to get by. “You’re a teacher, then, Doctor?” She asked. She was never going to call him Troy. That would just be too weird.
Luckily he was used to being called doctor; although, that was generally peers and staff, not students. They usually called him ‘Dr. Clark’, or just Troy as he instructed them to do. Still, it wasn’t weird enough to stand out to him, not that it might have. He was eccentric that way.
“Yes! Well, sort of. I’m a part time professor at a local community college, do a bit of everything, and I’m also a bit of a traveler! Can’t stay in one place too long, get antsy, and my left leg begins to jiggle.”
“Only the left leg.” Amy said. It wasn’t really a question, she was mostly agreeing with him. Though it sounded almost like one. “I know how that feels, though. I get a bit antsy when things start getting too stationery. Constricting.” She nodded once. It was a marvel that she’d been able to be married to Rory for so long and not go crazy. It felt like being tied down, and there were few things in life she hated more. Then again, Rory was really understanding. He let her go do the things she wanted to do, which made her feel less trapped. Less like wanting to flee.
“Great feeling! Bad feeling if you can’t itch it though, luckily I can! Well not all the time, pesky thing money; still, plenty of time and culture and adventures to be had right here. Love it here, so much going on and so much taking place all at the same time.”
He spun in place on his feet, before then looking back towards her, “You were a model! Brilliant, love a model. Well, Model T, model airplanes. I even have a to scale model of a Velociraptor at my apartment; got it as a gag gift one year from myself, absolutely amusing.”
Standing there, listening to him talk made Amy miss him even more--if that were possible--which was silly, as he was right there in front of her. She wanted to hug him. She didn’t dare. “Velociraptor. Really.” She said, unable to wipe the grin from her features. Her cheeks were starting to ache with it. “What was the occasion for the gift?”
“Because I wanted it? Oh, for my friend! Right, because he was getting old, and someone made a fossil joke; that is, they were calling him a fossil. So I gave him a life-sized fossil of a Raptor,” He shook his head before staring back at her, “Nothing more than that, brilliant time, all sorts of fun. Still, he didn’t want it, but I definitely did.”
“Are we talking about a bones or about realistic synthetic rubber skin and whatnot? Because that must be right frightening to any girls you bring home who get up in the middle of the night to have a pee.” Amy teased, grinning as she watched his face. The Raggedy Doctor. She just wanted to be near him all the time. “Bones, of course; although, at this point I have added the rubber skin and other synthetics; used my good friend down at the Hollywood studios monster department,” he smiled and clapped his hands together, then blinked, “Why would any girls be getting up to pee in the middle of the night at my place? I don’t live with any, and they generally aren’t sleeping at my place when I do have them over. It’s mostly some wine, then discussion, and then off to home for bed.”
Amy was a little floored. Could he possibly be as innocent in this world as he was in the dream world? It made her burst into laughter, actually. She tipped her head back and laughed, then shook her head as she turned it back to him. “You’re incredible. Really. A dinosaur in your living room, and no ladies ever spend the night? Even after wine? Why, Doctor, I’m not sure whether I should be ashamed or proud of you.”
“Well, I... I suppose that, in fact, I do have women stay the night; however, it hasn’t been in some time,” he shook his head before shrugging, “I’ve been busy! Books, traveling, research, all of the things that take place over women staying the night. Why is it such a big deal to you, are you studying me?” He eyed her and frowned, “Can’t be that you’re coming onto me, no not at all. You’re married, and happily so.”
"That I am." Amy responded, though there was a slight tinge of pink in her cheeks. She had kissed him on her wedding night, after all. But she'd made her choice, time and again, and her choice was Rory. Every time.
"I just... You seem like such a nice fellow. It's surprising you don't have gals fawning all over you all the time." Okay, now she was teasing a bit.
“I,... well, no, not that I know of. Doubtful, only girls I come into contact with are my students, and that’d be a crime. Also a bit immoral, and not really all that interesting; a great deal of them are only there because they have to be and do not find the actual material to be all that interesting.”
He shrugged and spun in place before then looking towards the band once more, “Plus, too much culture to indulge in than simply those sorts of things.”
"Right." Amy gave him a nod and a grin. Her phone vibrated in her pocket, and she pulled it out to check it. Shit. Running late. "Well, it was nice to meet you, Doctor. I'm on Valarnet, in case you want to find me."
“I... uh, right! Valarnet. Of course, uh I’ll see you around I guess!” Strange girl, very talkative for someone he’d never met; yet, she acted as if they were old friends. Odd, but he rather liked it. Why couldn’t more people be like that? Whatever.
He waved at her as she took off, and then turned back to his band, before then moving to make his way down the sidewalk again.
Amy turned and headed away, smiling to herself. The Doctor. Her raggedy doctor. What a terrific day.