Two Ponds, A River, And A Rose {[Doctor Who Fanfic]}

0: Prologue

Original A/N: Well. Here it is. My first completed fanfic. Enjoy! And please don judge the first few chapters. My writing skill- so I've heard- has dramatically increased since the publishing of the beginning of this. Bear with me here! It gets better!

Reboot: Nov. 14, 2014. Hello! Hopefully it's better- grammar and story wise-now. I've fixed a couple of things and I think it's much better. :)

I sit on my bed with my phone in hand, scrolling down the endless pictures with tears threatening to spill over my cheeks. Who's idea was it for me to get obsessed with a show where they kill the main character every few years? Oh, right. Mine. I turn the screen off and repeat the shortest, saddest poem in existance over and over in my head. "And now it's time for one last bow, just like all your other selves. Eleven's hour is over now, the clock is striking Twelve's." I roll over to face the wall with my countless posters featuring Matt Smith, David Tennant, Karen Gillan, Billie Piper, and anyone else who's appeared on the show for an extended period of time. I reach for the TARDIS plushy that sits on my nightstand and press the button. The familiar whooshing of the engines of this imaginary machine relaxes me and I close my eyes, hoping sleep will come. It's already three in the morning and I have to get up for school in about two hours. I hear the TARDIS whoosh again, but don't remember pressing the button. Oh, well. I could've accidentally pressed it twice. I keep my eyes closed, not wanting my brain to start coming up with crazy stories when I'm trying to sleep. But I hear the engines again. And again. I slowly open my eyes, and look around my room. Empty. I roll my eyes at myself and turn toward the ceiling. And scream. I can't believe I didn't wake up my parents. Standing on my ceiling, not four feet from my bed, is a Silence. How? "Leo, that had better not be you in some disguise because I swear. . ." It just stands there, not moving, not even breathing as far as I can tell. . .

If. . . It were real, (and that's impossible), that would explain the TARDIS going off. I was trying to warn myself. Keeping my eyes on the thing, I slowly inch towards the door, grab a pen off my dresser, and mark my arms. Not with tally marks. Those would mean nothing, as I frequently draw them on when I'm bored in class. I mark my arms with words that I would never write on my skin because of how painful they are to see and hear. "Rose Tyler, I-" Then I race down the hall, burst through the front door, and stop. What am I doing? Why did I just run outside? It's cold out here. I shiver and move toward the house. I've got to be quiet, because if my parents hear me opening the door while they think I'm in my room, I'll likely get tackled and cause a lot of unnecessary panic. I smack myself on the forehead. They're with Charity visiting Great-Grandma. How could I forget? I reach for the doorknob and I see it. The words on my arm. Why would I write that? I stop and think. I turn my arm over and see three parallel lines on the other side of my arm. Could it... No. I quickly dismiss the idea and turn the knob. I'm about to step inside when a voice stops me.

"Wouldn't go in there if I were you," it says. It's a man's voice. A man with a slight accent. A man I would recognize anywhere. I whip around, my mouth gaping open. It's a man in a suit, with a bowtie around his neck. Leaning against a bright blue box. The Doctor. I pinch myself, telling myself to stop being ridiculous and to wake up. It doesn't work. He's still there. He raises his eyebrows at my expession and inability to speak. He reaches behind him and taps his knuckles four times against the side of the box. "Amy, Rory," He yells into it. "Come out here a moment, please." He then reaches into his jacket pocket and takes out his sonic screwdriver. He waves it over me, trying to diagnose what's wrong with me no doubt. I shake my head, hard.

"You cannot possibly be here. You're a story! A science-fiction show! You can't be in my yard," I tell him. He looks at me, confused. I hear a door creaking and look at the door of the actual, real-life TARDIS to see Rory and Amy Pond stepping out. I jump up and down, squealing. They all stop what they're doing and stare at my sudden, exstatic response. Once My throat hurts and I can't squeal any more, I just sit there grinning like an idiot while they stare at me. Confusion is evident on all three faces, and Rory is the first to speak after a good five minutes of silent staring.

"Sorry, but... What?!" I can't keep the grin off my face.

"You. Are. Actually here. In my yard. With the TARDIS," I open my mouth to continue, but the Doctor stops me.

"How do you know what my box is called? I like it when they're confused about the box! How do you know this and what else do you know. Doctor not following this. Doctor very confused."

"I know quite a lot, actually. I just have a feeling I shouldn't tell you everything... But I can tell you the basic stuff and what I know has already happened," I say, pride creeping into my voice. I always get ridiculously passionate when I talk about Doctor Who. The Doctor creases his eyebrows and Rory rolls his eyes, mumbling about space and time and how it never makes any sense, but Amy is the one who sets off my inner fangirl.

"Prove it," she says. A wicked grin spreads across my face and I can't help thinking, Just remember, you asked for it. Then I begin reeling off everything that is safe for them to know without knowing where exactly in their timestream I am.

"Your full name is Amelia, your real last name is Williams but you and Rory, mostly as a joke with the Doctor, go by Pond. You were seven when you first saw the Doctor and then he disappeared from your life for twelve years. You had an adventure, then he left again. Two years later he came back, thinking he was only gone for a few minutes. You ran away with him on your wedding night and you've been running ever since. And you, Doctor," I say, fixing my eyes on his, "I know way more about you than I should. You've had lots of friends. But they all had to go. You're a sad old man with a box, trying to save the universe without driving yourself insane with loneliness. I know the names of all your friends. Rose Tyler, the girl you loved. Martha Jones, the girl who helped you with the pain of losing Rose. Donna Noble, who was your friend when you most needed one. Captain Jack Harkness, who met all three girls, the obnoxious time-agent for whom saying hello is flirting. And I know more, but I don't think I should tell you," And as an afterthought, I add, "Spoilers," In an immitation of River Song. I look at their faces. All three of them had their mouths gaping open, staring at me.

"How can you possibly know all that?" The Doctor says.

"There's a television show based on all of your adventures. There's thousands of fans across the world! I've watched every episode three times over at least,"

"A television show?" Rory asks when the silence stretches on too long. I nod. The Doctor starts muttering about Torchwood and about how stupid those people can be while Amy gives me a once-over, suspicious. After a few minutes, the euphoria fades and I begin to worry. The Doctor never just hops over for a visit. If he's here, there's trouble.

"Um, Doctor," I begin, "Isn't there a reason you came to Earth? Some alien that needs sent back to space or some war that has to be stopped or something?" The Doctor gasps and yells,

"Right! Now, you... Person that I never got the name of... Alright please tell me so I don't keep calling you 'That Weird Girl That Somehow Knows Everything',"

"Grace Hallows," I say.

"Nice to meet you Grace Hallows! There's a Silence in your house as you may have noticed and then forgot about. You can either wait out here like a sensible human, or, you can follow us like a fun human. Choose quickly because we're going in," He starts toward the door, Amy and Rory on his heels. I grin and start toward them, ready for an adventure. What I'm not ready for, is the sudden lurch of panic as the door closes behind us with a decided click.