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? ALLONS-Y!


5. Failed Destination


The Doctor scooped up another heap of custard with his fish finger as he surveyed Amelia Pond as she walked around the TARDIS’ console, poking the occasional button and frowning in thought. He had offered her some breakfast, but it seemed to be the last thing on her mind, not that he could blame her.

When she first saw the TARDIS in all it’s glory, the Doctor was afraid Amelia would pass out or something. Instead she simply looked around the room before shrugging, saying Santa’s lair would be so much bigger. He tried to drag her out the police box to prove it was much bigger on the inside and NO ONE could beat it, but she stubbornly shook her head and began to explore, occasionally dragging the Doctor into the hall so she could investigate another hall or room before returning to the console.

He was starting to grow bored, the Doctor. He thought she would be so much more fun and fun was what he needed right now. He wanted to take her to a new planet, to a whole new world, but she turned her nose up at his offer, just like every other one he had made.

The Doctor was just about to start on his last fish finger when Amelia finally cleared her throat and turned to him.

“About time you showed some interest,” he grinned. “How long does it take to look at a console? It’s been hours!”

Amelia frowned, lips pursed.

“No it hasn’t. You’re over exaggerating.”

“You wish I were,” he waggled his finger. “But I’m not.”

“It’s only been ten minutes, silly. It’s not that long.”

Even though he wanted to argue, he knew that she MIGHT be right and therefore he didn’t want her to be proven so. Sure she might be seven years old, but he wasn’t about to let her beat him.

“Right then,” the Doctor changed the subject. “Can we go on an adventure now?”

Amelia’s eyes brightened, but she paused.

“You will bring back, right? My aunt is always telling me that going with strangers leads to harm and I don’t want to get hurt.”

“Oh, Amy,” the Doctor set his plate of custard and fish fingers aside and crouched down so he was at eye level with the young girl. “I hereby swear to your aunt that I will never harm you or take you anywhere you don’t want to go. I promise to look after you.”

“Pinkie swear?” Amelia held up her hand. Nodding, the Doctor wrapped his pinkie around hers and they solemenly shook.

“Right then,” he straightened. “Let’s go!”




Minutes later, the two stumbled out the doors of the TARDIS, coughing and wheezing. The Doctor new there was a danger of this happening, the TARDIS glitching and ultimately trapping them in the time vortex, but it still wasn’t fun.

Amelia, who was leaning against a palm tree would have agreed. Having been thrown down the stairs and shoved into the wall multiple times, she felt more bruised and battered then before.

“Woohoohoo!” the Doctor cheered as he waved the smoke away from his face. It was that thick he could hardly see. “How was that for a joy ride?”

“You broke your promise,” Amelia said around a cough. “I think I have a bruise.”

“Boohoo,” he rolled his eyes. “When I said protect you from harm, I meant from death or maybe a broken ankle. Bruises can’t be prevented.”

Amelia ignored him as he continued to clear the smoke until finally, finally, he could see more then a few meters in front of his face.

It would seem they were in a forest, complete with tall ferns and green grass. He had planned on taking her to the planet of Posiedon, a place filled with sand and ocean, but it looked like the TARDIS decided on a new place.

The Doctor turned to Amelia, but when he found her, she was staring at the police box, eyes wide and mouth open. He sighed.

“I told you, you should have looked before. Yes, it’s bigger on the inside. Yes it’s a time machine. Yes, I accidentally made us travel to rain forest. Sue me.”

Amelia closed her mouth, shook her head and turned away from the box.

“What is this place?”

“Erm. Good question. I’m not exactly sure.”

Amelia wandered over to his side and looked around.

“Maybe we’re in Asia. They have loads of rainforrests.”

The Doctor, noting the way the trees would give an occasional shudder, shook his head.

“Something tells me this is an even better place. Want to go exploring?”

He didn’t have to ask twice. After only a second, Amelia was wandering forward, letting her fingers trace the blades of grass that met her hands.


It must have been about half an hour or so of idle chattering and more exploring that had them jumping over fallen logs when something quite unexpected happened.

“Watch me, Doctor,” Amelia giggled as she stood on a tree stump. “I’m going to jump, really really high.”

The Doctor turned away from the tree he was sonicing with his screwdriver to watch as, sucking in a deep breath, Amelia launched herself into the air.

The Doctor applauded and turned away, slightly distracted, until he realised something rather odd.

Amelia, it seemed, had jumped higher then he though.

Stepping forward, the Doctor looked up into the air.

“Amy? Amelia?”

She was no where to be seen.





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