Who: Rose Tyler and Amy Pondlliams. (What, works for me!) What: Commiserating and being decidedly British When: After Amy learns Rory went poof Where: A pub! A real live pub! With PROPER chips! Rating: I actually have no idea Status: Incomplete
Okay, Rose would be lying if she said curiosity didn't spur her need to meet this Amy Pond. When she'd met Sarah Jane, it had taken her completely by surprise. And meeting Donna and Martha had been more of a need to save the Universe from Daleks rather than some actual wanting to meet them, though she didn't regret it. And Romana, hell, she wasn't entirely sure she wanted to meet the woman who could command a man to commit genocide to his own planet.
But Amy was different. They were here under the same circumstances. She knew a Doctor that Rose didn't, which was a bit odd in itself. She seemed lovely, had a husband and yet still traveled with the Doctor... And frankly, after being left behind rather spectacularly, Rose didn't view the Doctor's newer friends as competition. People in her place. It couldn't be her, and she'd accepted that. Well, kind of. It was all a lot to take in.
Besides, who was she kidding? She desperately needed a pint and some chips, in this city more than ever. And while 'french fries' were lovely, really, and still deliciously fried potatoes, it wasn't the same. So she found the address Amy had given her and started keeping an eye out for a redhead. Should be easy enough, except their did seem to be an abundance of them in this town.
Maybe the Biblical seals of hell had a thing for gingers?