ElevenAmy

Rory and I are sitting on a swing out the front of Amy’s house. “This is where we used to play. You where there, too... in a way.” He laughs darkly. “Nice. I met her first right... there.” I point over to the crushed shed where we met 15 years ago. I clench my teeth. No. This isn’t like you, Doctor. You can’t be... emotional. I mean, you could, but why drag it along? You have to get over it. But I can’t! It’s like a debate going on inside my head. “So that’s what happened to that shed.” He shakes his head. “We’d better go, before the fabric of time its self collapses,...

“DOCTOR!” I scream, my lungs burning in my chest. My body has turned to stone, I can’t feel them at all, and I’m sinking. Fast. My nose is burning, filling with the water. Doctor had taken me to the rightsun beach on Gallifrey, his favourite place. but never thought that I’d drown. He runs out of the TARDIS, and spots me, my body sinking fast. My legs are numb, and my lungs are filling with the water. “AMY!”He yells, running towards me. How is he going to save me? He can’t swim! Can he? I lose consciousness, slipping into blackness...
“Breathe!” I hear an anxious voice, and...

FINALLY!!

A month later, the TARDIS was drifting lazily around the galaxy.
In the kitchen, the Doctor and Amy, as well as Rory, Abby, Charlie, and Christian were sitting around the dining room table.
"I sort of feel bad." the Doctor said finally.
"Why? You just killed an evil army of Daleks?" Charlie said.
"And a bunch of my computerized friends." the Doctor added sadly.
"Oh, shut up." Amy lightly punched him.
"Anyways." Abby got up from the table and left. Charlie got up to follow her. Amy stood, kissed the Doctor on the cheek (Rory looked pointedly away) and made to follow her daughter and her daughter's...

“Amy! Amy, you’re alive!” Rory’s soft voice wake me, as he squeezes me tight. I sit up. then flop back down. “Ohhh... hardly.” My head hurts. “Don’t you remember anything?”He chuckles happily, and then squeezes me again. “How much did I drink last night? I don’t remember anything!” I groan, and he kisses my forehead. He looks somehow guilty. “What?” He looks away. “What are you so guilty about?” I laugh. “I’m not guilty! I’m just annoyed with myself for letting you... uh, drink so much.” He hugs me and walks out of the room, a tear trickling down his...

“Ah, Amy. London, 1706. Isn’t it beautiful?” Say’s The Doctor, gesturing grandly out over the city. “Oh Wow. Doctor, that’s amazing.” I whisper, my red tresses blowing wildly around my face. The snow is falling in tiny flakes around us like the ends of cotton buds. The city below is bright, buzzing, bright. The stars above us are shining, the dark sky exquisite in its beauty. I look at Doctor, and laugh. His hair is sticking up and blowing all over the place. He rolls his eyes and chuckles. “Come along, Pond! We’re going to explore.” I groan. “Whenever we explore, something...