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?


2. Stories For a Pond


Amelia Pond sat up with a start at the familiar whirring and groaning sound she heard a few hours before. Scanning around, she tried to remember what had happened. She remembered running inside to pack her suitcase and she remembered watching and waiting for the strange man who ate yucky fish fingers and custard. She realises now that she must have fallen asleep.

Climbing to her feet, Amelia sucked in a deep breath as the funny blue box slowly blinked into existence in front of her eyes. She didn’t even wait for the funny man to appear, but instead ran forward to knock quickly.

The door swung open immediately and she squealed as the funny man scooped her up and hugged her tight. Squirming, she had to giggle.

“You’re wearing a bow-tie.”

The Doctor paused a moment before laughing quietly.

“Bow-ties are cool.”

“No they’re not.”

“I am not having this conversation with you again, Amy Pond.”

Amelia blinked in confusion.

“Who’s Amy?”

“Who? What? When? Where? How?” the Doctor ranted and stepped out of the blue box, closing the doors tightly behind him. “None of that matters because Amelia Pond, I am here to tell you a story!”

“No,” Amelia squirmed again until he finally put her down. “I don’t want a story. You told me you’d take me away from here. You said you’d take me on an adventure.”

The Doctor adjusted the bow-tie around his neck and gazed up at the sky, brow screwed up in thought.

“Argh I forgot about that.”

“How could you have forgotten?” Amelia started to feel angry. “It was only an hour or so ago that you left.”

“If only you knew, Miss Pond,” the Doctor kicked aside a rock and picked his way through the overgrown grass for the old run down swing set Amelia hadn’t used in years.

Even though she was a little bit cold and scared of snakes that could be hiding in the bushes, she followed him. She wanted answers.

“You look sad,” Amelia came to a stop in front of him and crossed her arms. “Why?”

He looked down at the ground as he began to push himself backwards and forwards.

“I lost a friend. Two actually.”

Having remembered how her two friends moved away recently, she reached out to pat his shoulder.

“I’m your friend and I’m not going anywhere.”

The Doctor smiled and reached up to pat her hand.

“Thank you, Amy.”

Amelia frowned at the name, but decided since he was very emotional, she wouldn’t point it out.

At that moment, the wind picked up a little and Amelia shivered from the cold. Immediately, the Doctor pulled off his coat and held it out to her.

“Thank you,” she slid into its warmth and then climbed onto the Doctor’s lap as he continued to swing softly.

“Are you ready for a story?”

“I suppose,” she yawns. “Then can we go for an adventure?”

He ignored her question and instead began to speak as he looked across the yard.

“Once upon a time, there was a little girl named Amelia Pond.”

Amelia winced and stopped him.

“Why do I have to be in the story?”

“Because. Now, shoosh and stop interrupting me.”

“Fine,” Amelia rolled her eyes, but cuddled in closer. She felt comfortable around him.

Sucking in a breath again, the Doctor restarted.

“Once upon a time, there was a little girl named Amelia Pond. She had bright red hair that looked like fire and she had a Scottish accent that made everyone laugh. She was worried though. There was a crack in her wall.”

As the Doctor went on, Amelia felt her eyes drifting closed against her will. She still listened though and she heard many strange things like how she saved a whale, battled against angels, fought vampire fish and befriended an old famous painter named Vincent.

It was all very interesting to Amelia that this strange man could invent such imaginative stories. She liked to do the same in her past time, but she didn’t tell her aunt Sharon them anymore since she thinks such young girls shouldn’t be thinking about such things.

As the Doctor went on and on though, Amelia began to drift in and out of sleep and it not only scared her, but made her sad. She liked his stories, but more importantly, she didn’t want him to leave without her.

But no matter how much fought it, Amelia drifted into the dark world of sleep with the Doctor’s coat still around her shoulders and her fingers tightly clutching his shirt. 

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