Amy gasped as she woke up, bright sunlight shining through her open windows and onto her bed. A woman knocked on the door with a tray, coming in. "Morning!" Tabetha smiled.
"You're my mum," Amy blurted out, her eyes wide. "Oh my God. You're my mum."
Tabetha frowned. "Well, of course I'm your mum. What's the matter with you? And this is your breakfast, which your father made, so feel free to tip it out of the window if it's an atrocity. Downstairs, ten minutes? Big day!" She left.
Amy stared. "Of course she's my mum. Why is that surprising?"
***
Amy made her way downstairs to find a short, stout man in the living room. "Ah, Amelia," Augustus Pond smiled. "I fear I may have been using the same joke book as the best man."
"You're my tiny little dad!" Amy realised, hugging him.
Tabetha frowned. "Amelia, why are you behaving as if you've never seen us before?"
Amy frowned. "I don't know, it's just..." She shook it off, smiling.
***
"Hello!" Rory called, halfway through brushing his teeth when Amy called.
"Do you feel like you've forgotten something really important?" she asked. "Do you feel like there's a great big thing in your head, and you feel like you should remember it, but you can't?"
"Yep," Rory admitted.
She smiled. "Are you just saying yes because you're scared of me?"
"Yep," Rory admitted.
"I love you," she grinned.
"Yep." He blinked. "Er, I mean, I love you too!"
***
"Ladies and gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen, the father of the bride, Augustus Pond!"
Augustus stood up, wincing. "Sorry, everyone. I'll be another two minutes. I'm just reviewing certain aspects." The guests all laughed as he sat back down.
"Your father, Amelia, will be the absolute death of me," Tabetha sighed. "Unless, of course, I strike preemptively."
Amy's eyes widened as she saw River walking past the windows. She stood up, without quite knowing why.
"Amy?" Rory asked. "You okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," Amy nodded, sitting down again.
"Right," Rory nodded. "Er, you're crying."
"So I am," Amy realised, brushing a tear from her cheek. "Why am I doing that?"
"Because you're happy, probably," Rory suggested. "Happy Mrs Rory. Happy, happy, happy."
"No, I'm sad," she told him. "I'm really, really sad."
"Great," he sighed.
"Why am I sad?" Amy asked, the blinked when she saw a blue book with a familiar design on the table in front of them. "What's that?"
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Fight For Freedom |4| The Ascension
Science Fiction✅ approx. 240,000 words Now the Eleventh Doctor is in the TARDIS, things have changed for McKenzie. While getting used to her husband's new body, she must also protect her children and the new companion from the perils of time and space, not to ment...
