Annie Williams was scared stiff. She fingered her new pale gold dress, wondering faintly if this was a dream; and she just hadn't woken up yet.
"No need to look so nervous, you know," Arthur Darvill laughed, "It's my wedding, not yours."
When Annie didn't even break a smile, for she was very, very startled, the man's face few slightly concerned, "Are you okay? You said you liked Amy, Ans..."
Annie suddenly stopped breathing. She quickly pulled a hairbrush from the room's night-table, brushing carefully as her response came, "I'm fine, Rory... It's just, I'm... I think I'm remembering something I shouldn't have."
"That's kind of like what Amy said on the phone," commented Rory Williams, who was standing in the doorway!
This man wasn't Arthur Darvill, and the TARDIS did just de-materialise outside her window...
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The Visitor
FanfictionAnnie Williams is from a world where Doctor Who is only a show on television. She has always felt out of place; like she never belonged. Of course, that all changes when a crack in her wall appears, sending her to a life that she didn't remember ex...
