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“It’s okay I suppose.” Okay so she wasn’t a horrible cook, she just didn’t experiment with flavours as much as he seemed to. “Did that bloke come into the A&E again? The one who always seems to get his foot caught in the toilet.”
“I’m starting to think he’s doing it just to see one of the female nurses.” He said with a light shrug. “Or me. You never know.” Rory sent a wink towards her.
“I’ve seen the way he looks at you.” For once, she wasn’t taking the piss. She did genuinely think he had a thing for Rory, which amused her. “Can’t say I blame him though.” Amy added casually as she cut off a piece of her chicken. Who ever said Amy couldn’t multitask? Flirt and eat at the same time.
“Not happy to see me?”
“I’m never happy to see you.” Amy said bluntly.
Spike shrugged, letting out a sigh. “S’pose that’s fair. But Amy, I’m always happy to see you.”
Body going tense, Amy stepped away from him. “Don’t come near me.” She warned.
“If you have a way of getting in touch with your friend I am certain you may use it. As long as it does not put this crew in danger.” A pause as Spock’s lips twitch down somewhat. He’s still digesting her previous explanation that her next one almost misses. “My friend?”
“Yeah that’s sort of why I need your help.” Amy explained as patiently as she could. “I have no way of getting in contact with him, but I was hoping you have a phone or…” Amy eyed him for a moment, “You know, whatever you use for communication in this place.” Amy didn’t think she came off as the sort that would harm someone. “Promise, won’t blow up your ship.”
“You said he was stuck on some sort of planet that wasn’t his own. My friend sort of makes it his job to save people.” Which probably isn’t something she should have rolled her eyes at when mentioning it.
“We have a communications system but it cannot reach a man in another time. If he is in our year then perhaps we can reach him.” He starts to walk towards communications, hands folded neatly behind his back. “And I am not sure my friend would want to return. That would be a question I would have to ask him. However, we are too far from Vulcan Two in order to call it. We’re in quite deep space.”
“Just like your friend, our protocol states that as long as it does not interfere with natural order our ship and its crew is also tasked with ‘saving’ people. You do not have to worry. We will help you to the best of our abilities.”
“He has to be, I don’t think I’ve gone that far with this thing.” Amy picked up her arm with the vortex manipulator on it, clearly underestimating just how far in time she could travel with this thing. “At least I think so.” So much for reassuring both herself and him. “Vulcan Two?” Okay, sue her. There were loads of planets she had yet to explore, but she assumed that’s where his friend was.
Following along side him, Amy’s eyes flickered to his ears once more in curiosity before she quickly brought her gaze away from them and to his face. “Thanks.” Amy said sincerely. “What else does your crew do? Besides saving people.” She couldn’t imagine many people being stranded out here, especially since the vortex manipulator didn’t seem to exist. Yet.
“Guess what today is.”
She appeared in no time, the Doctor almost not having realised that she had been standing there the moment he landed. Well, sort of landed. And, by the looks of things, whatever had happened while he landed wasn’t particularly what he had been expecting. Never really was. He had been expecting West London, perhaps right by that beauty of a car he’d gifted Rory.
Come to think, he hadn’t seen that car in a while… His nose probably got in the way of driving and he’d crashed it.
This, though. This was not West London. And there was no Rory or car or new house in sight. Had they split up again? No… No, of course not. No, it wasn’t possible. They were happy. He knew they were. They had to be. They were the Ponds! His Ponds.
Her expression wasn’t what he expected either, his own faltering slightly, the confusion on her face mirrored in his own. “Wha’ do you mean, Pond? ‘Course I came back! What have I told you? I always come back. That’s my middle name! Well… no, not really.” Blimey, that’d be a rubbish middle name, wouldn’t it?
“Shush, now.” He added with a wave of his hand, reaching over to grab her own and tug her back inside the ship. Something stopped him, though. Something was wrong. He’d sensed it from the moment he saw her. Something he was missing.
Clothes. Her clothes. They were… familiar. Why was she in that… in that kissogram costume again? He hadn’t seen that in years, in centuries!
“Amy…” He started hesitantly. No. No, it was impossible. He knew what he was doing when he landed! Well, as much as he usually did. No, this was probably some… some married thing.
Eugh. He wasn’t sure which one was worse.
“When is it? The day, right now. This very moment! When is it, when are we?”
“No you haven’t.” Amy told him when he tried to convince her of things he had apparently told her. When his hand wrapped around hers, Amy stared at him with wide eyes. “What are you doing?!” Stumbling inside the TARDIS, it took a moment for Amy to realise she was actually inside the one thing she had been imagining since she was seven years old. Mouth hanging open as she tried to form some sort sentence, or even get a word out, but no sound escaped her. Walking further into the TARDIS, Amy ignored the Doctor for a moment despite him trying desperately to get her attention.
Okay, so not exactly how she had pictured it. It was even bigger than she had imagined. “April 10th, 2008.” Amy said, distracted as she reached out to touch the railing, half expecting for it to disappear at her touch like a hologram. Except it didn’t, and Amy pulled her hand back as fast.
It was real. Everything was real.