A Conversation Lost in the TARDIS

"What's it like?" she asked, leaning against the TARDIS wall. Her red hair spilled over her shoulder, and her head was tilted in a questioning manner. Tiny scratches on her cheeks and little marks on her clothing were all that remained of that planet.

The Doctor paused, quiet for once.

"Well, that's an open ended question, don't you think, Amy?"

"Oh, ha ha. I'll narrow it down: what's it like having all this-this power?"

He looked at her quizzicaly. Out of all the questions she had asked (and she had asked many), this was by far the oddest. He stared at her a little bit longer, as if wondering if she'd say anything else. When she stayed quiet, he finally uttered his response.

"Not sure what you mean."

"Well, you know-traveling thorugh space. Being all timey-wimey awesome and stuff. You know, being the Doctor.

The Doctor gave a little giggle. "You glorify it much more than it really is! I'm just a Regular Joe who likes fish fingers and custard. You should know that  by now."

Amy gave him the look, and the Doctor quieted down.

"Well," he began, after some thinking. "Well. Well, you see, after living for as long as I have, you see many things. Beautiful things, sure. Galaxies being born, stars exploding, races of aliens being saved. But you see some horrible, horrible things. Now, Amelia, I won't tell you these things. I won't tell you them because I honestly don't want to talk about them."

He took a long, slow breath, looking so much wiser then he had just moments ago. 

"So many things have died, Amy. I've seen so much horror and destruction and torture and have endured most of it myself. I try not to get too down on myself-I try not to think, Just how many people I care about are gone right now?-even though it can be so very tempting to give in. I've lost all of-all of my friends."

He looked at Amy solemly. "But then again, I have you."

"Wh-what?" stuttered Amy, eyes widening.

"Well, to correct myself. I have you and the TARDIS. And I had Rose and Martha and Donna and Clara Oswald and even Jack." he smiled slightly. "And it keeps me going. Even though I lost most of them, and it broke me, it helps me, too. Because I'll always remember them, and always think of them. All of them."

Amy spoke, in a thoughtful tone. "I guess when you're whirling thorugh Life and Time and Space, you do all you have to do to stay grounded."

"Right-o, Pond."

A small pause ran thorugh the pair as they stood, silent, listening to the barely audible whirring TARDIS.

The Doctor abruptly stood up, fiddling with some "Well, enough depressing chatter! How about we go on another adventure and see some things nobody has ever seen before, eh?"

Amy gave a slight pause, then leapt to her feet also, beaming like a mad woman. "Brilliant! Let's get on the move on!"

And, for the trillionth time, the Doctor reminded himself to never, ever underestimate Amelia Pond.

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Hello, readers! Charlotte here. I just wanted to test Wattpad's story setup, so I wrote a short little Doctor Who fic! I really like Amy and Eleven. Sorry for it being so short and cruddy...

I don't own Doctor Who. It belongs to BBC.

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