As I said at the end of the previous episode, here is a small filler chapter. It is something that I thought might be nice to include. 💕
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❝ . . .It would all just be so much easier if we could just be decent individuals. ❞
– Freja Henriksdatter
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"Wow. . ." Freja gasped as she entered the TARDIS wardrobe room, Amy closing the door behind her whilst keeping her gaze on the massive multi-storied room. "How big do you think this place is?"
"By the looks of it. . ." Amy trailed off as she rushed past Freja to the wide spiral staircase in the middle of the room, peering upwards at the floors above them. "Possibly infinite." She grinned, twirling back around to face her friend. "Come on, we can't let everyone in history see us in our jim-jams."
Freja giggled as the two of them bounded up the stairs and began flipping through clothes. "So, what do you think about everything so far, Ames?" She asked casually, pausing to examine a gorgeous black leather jacket. "Your madman finally came back."
Amy smiled, examining a jacket of her own. "Even though it took him a bloody long time to finally make it, it feels amazing to finally be whisked away." She answered. "But what about you? I know you've never exactly been thrilled with him."
Freja smirked slightly. "True." She responded. "But I can momentarily let things slide given you seem to be somewhat happy again."
"Aw, aren't you sweet." Amy grinned, picking up a bright red top and navy undershirt before taking them off their hangers. "You've always been so nice to me."
"That is how anybody should be." Freja replied, plucking a deep red skater dress from the racks. "Everyone is always so focused on picking sides. It would all just be so much easier if we could just be decent individuals."
"Oh, isn't that the truth?" Amy sighed, shaking her head, slipping her dressing gown off before going about putting the red top and navy undershirt on. "You are an insightful woman, Freja."
"Well, I do try." Freja smiled at that, going behind a folding screen to change into the deep red dress she had found, snatching up a pair of black leggings as she passed them. "Anyway, back to the Doctor. . .He is definitely an interesting character, I will give him that. Even though there have been moments that he has infuriated me, he does make things. . .well, not dull."
"That's one way to put it." Amy snorted. "Still, fourteen whole years. . .Talk about taking the long way."
"Something gives me the feeling the Doctor is not the best with timing." Freja stated as she re-emerged from behind the folding screen, now clad in the deep red skater dress and black leggings. "As in this is not the first time he has been late."
"What makes you have all these indications about him?" Amy question, slipping on the leather jacket with elbow-length sleeves she had looked at a few minutes before. "It's like you're always able to just. . .know things about him."
"Not know things about him, per se." Freja shook her head as she walked over to a giant shoe rack. "I just get these feelings. . .I think I get my intuition from my mother."
"Or your father." Amy pointed out before shimmying into a denim skirt she had found.
"Yeah, maybe." Freja said quietly, not pointing it out to Amy that she knew absolutely nothing about her father. She then smiled, picking up a pair of cute high-heeled lace-up black ankle boots.
"Anyway. . ." Amy drawled out, turning and going over to the giant shoe rack as her friend sat down in a chair and began putting on the ankle boots she had found. "D'you think we should be worried? You know, about the Doctor."
"I think we would be stupid not to be." Freja replied, finishing lacing up one ankle boot before going about putting on the other one. "Maybe you will finally agree with me on that note soon."
"Well, we're about to go to London in 1941." Amy responded, as she put on a pair of cowboy boots she had found. "Not exactly a trip to the Maldives. . ."
"Ha!" Freja threw her head back before standing up. "Look, the point is that the Doctor is not like anyone you or I have ever met. We should keep that in mind when getting close to him. . ." She bit her lip in thought as she slipped on the long-sleeved black leather jacket she had found earlier. "We might not like some of the things we learn."
Amy's smile dropped from her face before she got to her feet from where she had sat down on the floor. "You really think so?"
"I do." Freja nodded before the two of them began heading back down the stairs and out of the wardrobe to head back to the console room. "But do keep in mind that we should try to have fun. Otherwise, it would be ever-so dreadfully dull."
"What would be dull?" The Doctor questioned from where he stood at the console as the two women entered the room.
"If you were not just so goddamn attractive." Freja answered immediately with a grin, Amy clapping a hand over her own mouth to cover up a laugh.
The Doctor blinked, heat rising to his cheeks before he slowly looked back to the controls. He glanced back to Freja and Amy quickly, watching them trying to hold in their giggles before he just shook his head and set the TARDIS off towards Churchill's time. "Women. . ." He thought.
Over nine hundred years and he still didn't understand them.
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Author's Note
Hope you enjoyed this little interlude. 😁
I also hope you liked the bit of Amy/Freja interaction here. It felt nice to have a scene mainly with just them. I mean, they did talk about the Doctor for a good chunk of it. BUT, I don't really know how much bestie time I'll be able to give them before Rory comes in in a few episodes.
Anyway, "Victory of the Daleks" is coming up next!
Until then, my loves! 😘
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