When Fandoms Collide

Superwhovengerlock

He was in Manhattan when he got the message.

     “Oh, my poor Ponds....” he said quietly, resting his hand on the tombstone. “It's been so long...”

     The Doctor sat in front of Amy and Rory's tombstone, his arms wrapped around his knees, like a child. But this man was no child. As a Time Lord, one of his jobs was to observe the happenings of the universe. However, he was not known for observing. He had saved the earth from aliens countless times. Daleks, cybermen, ghosts, and even an ancient lizard race who swore to declare war; he had beaten them all. But at what cost?

“Amy.......” a tear formed in his eye, and we wiped it away before it could fall. He had never like crying, no matter how many times he had. “Rory......”

To the Doctor, losing companions was as common as regenerating. No matter what he did, or how hard he tried, he could never keep them.......or save them. They had been torn from the universe, moved back in time, been wiped of their memories; taken away forever. The ones that did survive lived happily, but always thought of their Doctor. Traveling with the man changes you, as they had found out.

The Doctor dropped his head on his knees. “You were the last family I had left.”

“FAMILY?” a voice shouted from behind, and he turned, thinking it was at him. A boy who looked to be 16 stood with a man who looked to be his father. They looked nothing alike, the boy with red hair, green eyes and limber build, while the man had shaggy black hair, skin and bones, and......were his eyes red and blue? “Don't you dare talk to me about family!”

“John!”

“I mean it! The others are there way more often then you are! Where were you when I got into school? Where were you at my games? You kicked me out of the house! You didn't answer my calls, the mail I sent you was returned, and that was the only mail I ever got from you! What makes you have the right to talk about family?!”

“Would you talk like this to your mother?” he asked, his expression hard. The child named John froze, his face looking like a truck hit it. His eyes watered, and he turned away, resting his hands on a tombstone.

“Don't bring her up.” he said, his voice trembling.

The man walked over and rested his hand on John's shoulder. He didn't shrug it off. “I was there when she passed away. I was there when I raised you into who you are today. I know I wasn't there a lot, but I was there.” He squeezed his shoulder gently. “She would have done the same, and you know it. Maybe not kick you out of the house, but she would have made you leave eventually. You needed to get out and learn, and you did. And I'm proud of you for that.”

John nodded weakly. “I know.” he croaked, resting his head on the tombstone. “Love you mom.” he whispered, muttering something under his breath before standing up. “Let's go, it's getting dark.” he said, walking away, his dad following.

The Doctor looked up, surprised that it was growing dark. He hadn't been paying attention to what time it was. Looked about 7:00 p.m.

“7:06.” John said, his voice in the distance. “Honestly, you should know that.”

The Doctor turned, but they were gone. “Probably just to his dad.” he said to himself, turning back to the tombstone and finding a note lying in front of it. “What the-” he said, standing up and looking around, but nobody was there. He leaned down and picked up the note, opening it. His jaw opened, and he looked around again, wondering if this was a joke. He looked at the note again, reading it again. And a third time. And a fourth. He read it over ten times, but it didn't change. Nobody came out and shouted “Surprise!” at him. Nobody came out laughing. It was actually happening.