Amy, Oh My Amy #Wattys2015 [Doctor Who Fanfic]

Amy Oh My Amy

Hi guys! This is a story about Amy Ponds life after the Doctor. All rights go to the BBC, I hope you like it! Btw, its for #Wattys2015. 10,000 words. Here we go!!

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"No! Amy. Stop! What are you doing?" The Doctor said. "No, I..." I sobbed. "All I have to do is blink, right?" I asked.The wind whipping about my face. If Rory goes, I go with him. Just like jumping off the roof. I look at River. She just stands there, her amazing black dress blowing around her feet. I can see her tears, but she knows this has to happen. The Doctor is crying like mad, just like me. "Yes, but please. Amy!" He yelled. I look at them for the last time, and blink...

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1938

My name is Amy Pond. I have been living here in New York all my life, as much as I can remember. But, you see, I don't remember anything. No childhood, no teen years, no college. And also, I'm crying. But I don't know why I'm I'm crying.

I am with my husband (which I don't remember marrying) but he doesn't look as confused as me. His name is Rory Williams. We seem to have a little apartment in this building. But I feel like somethings missing. Something other than the gaps in my memory. I just cant seem to put my finger on it...

"Amy, do you want rice and beans for dinner? It looks like we have some in the fridge..." Rory asks me.

"But where did it come from?" I ask. Rory seems to have just accepted this, but I have not. I need to know why I can't remember anything.

"Amy! I have really gotten fed up with all this wanting to know what happened! This is just how it is. We don't remember our lives, and we don't know how to get them back. That is just what is going to happen. OK?" He says strictly.

"No. Not OK. Not OK at all. But if you want, I'll pretend that it is. I will keep searching. For clues. For hints, on why we cant remember. And you cant stop me, you know you cant." I said. He never wins fights. He has stopped trying to. I walk up to him. "I love you. More than anything in the world. But right now, this is really important. Really important. No matter what happens, I will always love you. Remember that..."

It's been a week here. I think someone is trying to find us. Sometimes the TV turns on by itself and a man or a woman or both appear. But, they never say anything. Well, you can never hear it. But the man always is screaming and crying. The woman just smiles and says something soft. I had a dream about them once. Some stone angels were there, and we seemed to be in the catacombs? And another one with a woman who tried to kill the man. A man that looked like a German was there to... His name was Hitler I think... Well, anyways, we also have received letters, but they say things I don't understand, like The TARDIS misses you, and remember the dinosaurs on the spaceship? And one that I personally find hilarious; Your daughter misses you. Like I have a daughter. And other things like that, neither of us could understand.

Rory still insists that I let it be. That I just stop looking. But, I don't want to. I cant. Bring bring. Bring bring. The phone interrupts my thoughts. Who could be calling us? We don't know anybody except for the mailman, but he only says hi. I answer it, because Rory is out looking for a job.

"Hello?" I say.

"Amy? Oh Amy. How is it? How's Rory?" A man's voice says. In the background, a woman says, "She's not gonna remember you, sweetie."

"Who is this?" I ask.

"Don't you remember? Its the Doctor." He says.

"Um, I'm gonna call the Police. How do you know my name?" I ask. I do not want anybody kidnapping me.