Pond & Holmes

Chapter 6

The three of them settled into the dining chairs that Sherlock and John rarely used. Sherlock crossed his hands while saying to Amy, "So, Amelia. What have you been doing the past eight years?"

Amy glanced at John before leaning forward and replying to Sherlock, "He came back."

Sherlock was confused for a moment before understanding. He leaned forward too and said, "Your Raggedy Doctor came back?" Amy nodded to confirm his suspicions. John was glancing at the both of them and said, sounding annoyed, "What are you guys on about? And who is Amy's Raggedy Doctor?"

Sherlock leaned back and nodded at Amy, "John, she has a big story to tell you." Amy began to tell John how she met The Doctor when she was seven, and about the crack in the wall that swallowed up her parents, and how she had been praying to Santa for a police man to come and fix the crack. She proceeded to say about the police box, and The Doctor himself and his ragged clothes, and how he opened the crack and an eyeball was staring back at them, asking for a Prisoner Zero.

John cracked up at the eyeball, "A bloody eyeball was staring at you? A bloody eyeball?" He waited for Sherlock to maybe say something smart but he stayed silent.

Amy said calmly, "Yes, an eyeball, not bloody I'm afraid." She continued on about how said that he would take her on a journey to see the stars, and to wait five minutes for him, but he never came back. John sat up straight, "But he came back?"

Amy's eyes widened with excitement, "Yes, he did. He came back. For me."

Sherlock suddenly leaned forward, "He came back? He actually came back?" Amy nodded hurridly. Sherlock nodded and leaned back, "Okay, continue."

Amy smiled and she said, "It was 4 years ago. I was nineteen then. I never went to university, I was a kissogram. I heard his police box landing, so I got ready to meet him. But he broke into my bloody house, and I hit him with a cricket bat. I mean, I did it immediately, I couldn't help me. Anyways, I used one of my handcuffs and hooked him up to my heater. I was dressed in my kissogram police outfit, since I was about to go out, not that I wore that on purpose. And he was wearing the same clothes, and he looked like he didn't age. Not one wrinkle was on his face. Twelve years passed and he did not grow old, weird huh? Anyways, he didn't know it was me, the little Amelia Pond, so I decided not to tell him and pretend to be an actual cop. Then, he told me that there was six doors on that floor, which was stupid since I knew that there were only five. But I looked out of the corner of my eye, and there was it, the sixth door. He told me not to go in, but I still did anyway. And the supposed Prisoner Zero was in that room, he was living in my freaking house for twelve years and I never knew!"

Amy chattered on and on about what happened next, how Prisoner Zero was a shape-shifting alien and it went out to attack her and The Doctor. However, when Amy came to the part where Rory came in, Sherlock cut her off, "Rory? The Rory you told me that played dressup games with you and Mels?"

Amy rolled her eyes at her being cut off by Sherlock Holmes and snapped at him out of habit, "Yes that Rory pay attention. I was dating him at that time." And then she continued on about her story and John thought he saw Sherlock tense up when Amy said she was dating Rory, but maybe it was just a trick of the light.

Finally, Amy finished her story with, "But by the time me and Rory got into the front yard, the police bxo was already flying off. He left without me again."

Sherlock said, "And you never saw him again?"

To his surprise, Amy shook her head and gave him and John a small smile, "No. I did see him again. He came back again. It was two years later, I was twenty one. He came back for me on the night before my wedding."

Sherlock raised his eyebrows, "Wedding? Who were you getting married to?"

Amy scoffed, "Rory, of course!"

Sherlock rolled his eyes, "That's a surprise. You described him like he was a bulbbering idiot."

Amy flushed with rage, "He isn't an idot!"

Sherlock sighed and leaned back in his chair, "Okay. I'm sorry Amy."

John studided the both of them carefully. Was Sherlock Holmes, jealous?