Amelia Pond's Ending

(For Doctor Who Fanfiction competition)
After Amy and Rory were ripped from the Doctor's side, he wanted nothing more than to go mope in the TARDIS. But the TARDIS had a different idea.
In her Afterword, Amy requested the Doctor go to her younger self and tell her stories to give her hope. But what if... what if the Doctor goes one step further and takes little Amelia Pond on an adventure?
This story contains a cooky Doctor, a young girl and an all new race of creatures called Buttermen. Are you ready for an adventure?


1. Afterword by Amelia Williams

“Afterword by Amelia Williams: Hello, old friend. And here we are. You and me, on the last page. By the time you read these words, Rory and I will be long gone. So know that we lived well and were very happy. And above all else, know that we will love you always. Sometimes I do worry about you though. I think once we're gone you won't be coming back here for a while. And you might be alone. Which you should never be. Don't be alone, Doctor. And do one more thing for me. There's a little girl waiting in a garden. She's going to wait a long while, so she's going to need a lot of hope. Go to her. Tell her a story. Tell her that if she's patient, the days are coming that she'll never forget. Tell her she'll go to see and fight pirates. She'll fall in love with a man who'll wait two thousand years to keep her safe. Tell her she'll give hope to the greatest painter who ever lived. And save a whale in outer space. Tell her, this is the story of Amelia Pond. And this is how it ends.”

Lowering the final page, the Doctor had to take a moment to wipe the tears away from under his glasses. Amy Pond, wonderful beautiful Amy Pond, was right. It had only been minutes since the angel stop her and Rory from him and he already felt that familiar ache in his chest that occurred every time he lost a companion. He was alone again. 
Sighing, he scanned the page again, wishing she had written more. It couldn’t have been that hard. She said they were alright, but were they really? Now he’d never know. He’ll never be able to go back and see them.
The ponds were gone. That was the end of it.
He climbed to his feet and gently folded the page in half and slipped it into the pocket of his trousers. Feeling numb, he collected what was left behind when they ran to find Rory only moments, it seemed, ago. 
He trudged back towards the TARDIS, all energy gone. Maybe the angel ripped a part of his heart along with his two companions. It wouldn’t be the first time that a piece of him left.
So many companions he had lost. Rose Tyler, Martha Jones, Dona Noble.
Sarah Jane, Tegan Jovanka and even K-9.
When the Doctor reached the TARDIS, he already knew that River was gone. He wished she would have stayed, but that’s how Professor Song worked. Here one minute and gone the next.
He had to wonder why though, at this moment, she had to leave. He knew she was upset, but maybe they could have comforted each other.
“Hello, old girl,” he patted the console as he walked around it slowly. The TARDIS wired in response and the doors flew shut. She was ready to fly, but where to?
Not for the first time, he wished the TARDIS could talk. He smiled sadly at the memory of Iris, the bitey girl. She would have known what to say to him right now. They certainly knew each other long enough for it.
The Doctor, leaning against the console, scanned the letter from Amy Pond again and again. The TARDIS hummed, eager to move, but he didn’t know where to go. 
Not for the first time, however, the TARDIS decided to take matters into her own hands.
“Hey!” the Doctor shouted as a sudden gust of air blew the page out of his hands and flew it around the room. The Doctor rushed after it, doing his best to catch it, but to no avail.
As a last resort, he kicked the console in the hope she would drop it. Instead, all lights switched off and he was plunged into darkness.
“Stupid, stupid, TARDIS,” he grumbled and kicked outwards again, only he instead managed to kick one of the railings and made his toes scream in pain.
“You know,” he shouts, “after what I’ve just been through, you could be a little more understanding! I don’t want to travel anymore. I want to think about Amy!”
Surprising enough, one small light in the wall clicks on, illuminating the last page that’s nestled over it. Creeping forward slowly, the Doctor read the two sentences that the TARDIS had illuminated for him. 
“She's going to wait a long while, so she's going to need a lot of hope. Go to her.”
Realisation struck the Doctor in that moment. It was like he was reading those lines for the first time.
Amy asked him to go to her and go, he wanted to do.
But wouldn’t this cause some sort of time rift? 
Before he could think about anymore, the lights switched back on and switches flipped as the TARDIS fired up itself. 
“But, but, but, but,” he stuttered as the TARDIS started to moan and groan. “This may not work. It shouldn’t work!”
But the TARDIS didn’t listen and all he could do was grip on tight as the TARDIS flung itself into the time vortex. 


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