"Tell her this is the story of Amelia Pond." A Doctor Who fan Fiction

Chapter 2: 5 years later.

After I'd gotten out of the graveyard, I found I was in 1938... AGAIN. Well, that's what the newspapers were saying anyway. I didn't have Rory next to me, but there wasn't a day where I didn't look for him. He didn't know I followed him to our doomed, separated fates, otherwise I know, my Rory, would have have turned the world around to find me. It was now 1943, the 6th of December, and like every year, I found myself coming back, to the graveyard.

I didn't know how the Angels found me, but I pieced together what I could in 5 years. They were surviviors, the though ones who don't get erased from time and space, like the one that brought me to this place. They were weak then, just looking for more food sources. For 5 years, I wondered whether they came for me, or whether it was a coincidence that they found me. I convinced myself every year, along with the thought 'I will find Rory,' that the angels were a coincidence. but 10 years with the Doctor had taught me so well, that I couldn't even hide the truth from myself. Every year when I went back, there they were. It was like they were waiting for someone.

I turned onto Theta Sigma Drive, and walked about two blocks down the road before I got a visual on the graveyard. MY graveyard. Seriously, the look I got when I went and bought my way into a graveyard. I was now a prime investor in the graveyard, and although it never turned a profit, it was special to me. Of course, everything I did in the last 5 years needed money, but even that wasn't a problem. A kind man named Edward Canton Delaware the second and his son, the third, lent me money. With it, I started writing, and publishing books. With the large amounts of profits I made, I gave more than double what he lent me. When Canton the second refused the large sum of money, I said "Keep it for your son." I do hope Canton benfited from my money.

I don't know what drew me to the graveyard every year on the anniversary of my coming here. Maybe it was the last link I had with Rory, River and my beloved Doctor. As soon as I walked into the yard, it felt like my insides caught on fire. That first step was always the hardest, returning to what took me from everything I loved. it did nothing but remind me of everything I had lost, but it was sacred.

Like always, there they were. Those 2 angels.Stronger now, their faces and detailed beings had been returned to them. "Alright girls, we both know what happens now. I walk around, you try and zap me, I run away. Not this year girls. You win." A few hundred feet away turned into a few inches in a matter on what, 0.16 seconds? "I love you Rory." One blink, all I had to do was blink once, and this agonising rage iside me mugight end. Just one blink.

The blinding light that follwed would have been enough to make anyone blink, or blind, but I just kept staring. If I was going to get zapped back in time, I wanted the focus to  be on me, not a light. "if this had been a movie," I stated, "someone would have fallen out right about now." *plonk*  "OH THAT'S JUST PERFECT, ISNT IT? I DON'T HAVE OTHER CLOTHES." That voice, so familiar. Heart warming. The light faded away, and the graveyard returned to it's general gloomy state. "Oh wow. Two angels. So, how much trouble am I in exactly?" There wasn't a doubt now, it had to be him. My Rory. "Rory...?," I asked. "AMY.OH MY GOD AMY." I kept staring at the angels as Rory found a way around the angels and behind me. I wasn't going to let them separate us again.

"RUN." So maybe this year wasn't bad at all. I had Rory, but like the other 4 years, when I looked back, they were gone. Rory, his usually clean skin brown and muddy from where he landed, his hair in wet patches, shivering, limping, but he was still as beautful to me.