Moonlight Mile
howcanibesohuman:
When the wind blows and the rain feels cold
With a head full of snow
With a head full of snow.
(Letter dated September 10th, 1945.)
Hello, love.
Well, here I am standing in a place I can’t name (still with the secrecy) all tarted up in my demob suit. I’ve handed in all my military bits and bobs, got my spanking new ration book, a paybook to draw money from the post office when I get home, and an utterly useless book of rail warrants. Still, I suppose they could come in useful if we ever decide we want to take a trip upstate.
All I can think about is sleeping in my own bed and waking up next to you, again. I can’t even begin to say how much that vision has gotten me through, this past year. I heard tales of the effects the atom bombs had and it just makes me sick to think of anyone having that kind of power ready to hand. But enough about me, let’s talk about you.
You’ve been so brave and so patient. The Girl Who Waited. Well, you won’t have to wait much longer.
I love you,
That bloke with the nose
In the window there’s a face you know
Don’t the nights pass slow
Don’t the nights pass slow
(Letter dated September 14th, 1945)
Me again.
Here I stand at South Hampton Docks. There’s me and a ton of other fellas, all of us practically bouncing on our toes with eagerness to be going home. I know it’s only been four days since I last wrote, but it feels like four years.
Well, there’s the call for boarding. They tell us we’ll be in New York in about a week and a half, maybe less. It makes me laugh to think I’ll likely be home before any of the letters I write on the trip get there. I love you.
Signed,
The Beaky One
Oh Im sleeping under strange strange skies
Just another mad mad day on the road
My dreams is fading down the railway line
Im just about a moonlight mile down the road
(Letter dated September 22nd, 1945)
Making a right pest of myself, aren’t I?
I’m just starting to be able to see the harbor in the distance. You ought to see the lot of us, standing up here on the rail and staring right straight ahead like if we stare hard enough maybe the ship will go faster.
I’m picturing in this rattletrap skull of mine the scene when I finally clap eyes on you again. It’ll be like the National Museum all over again, but this time the Doctor won’t have to blow up anything to reboot the universe.
They tell us we’ve got a few hours yet, and as anxious as I am I’m also utterly knackered so I’m going to have a kip and probably wake up twenty minutes later. I can’t wait to see you again. I love you so much.
Signed,
The Nose What Came Home
Yeah, Im coming home
Cause, Im just about a moonlight mile on down the road
Down the road, down the road
(ooc: hat tip to The Rolling Stones for the inspiration.)
With an innumerable amount of letters clutched between her fingers, pressed lightly to her chest, Amy stood anxious between several women and men and children. She had been waiting for what had seemed to her as weeks, though wasn’t quite that long. Though she was always waiting, wasn’t she? Soon, though. Soon she wouldn’t have to be waiting any longer. She was waiting alone, though. That didn’t dishearten her in any way. The family of four next to her were terribly nice, even offering her a warm coat when she appeared too cold by the cool harbor.
And though she was standing with the rest of the families, the ones that understood her more than anyone else in that moment, she couldn’t believe she’d be seeing him. Her husband, her Rory, he’d be back in her arms again. They had been through so much, so much more than anyone else could possibly imagine.
And she loved him, more than anyone else in the universe. And for Amy, that was quite literal. He was her soulmate, her world, really. And it had been so long since she had rested her eyes on him. So very long. She wondered how he had changed. She knew the things he had seen, the things he had gone through had been hard on him, but she also knew he was the same Rory she had fallen in love with.
“Look! Look! Mommy, look!” The young girl next to her, who couldn’t have been older than five, was jumping excitedly and pulling at her mother’s elbow, pointing with her finger out towards the shore. Amy looked down at her with a warm smile, and just as she was about to find where the young girl had been pointing, the hushed voices around her broke out into enthusiastic yells. Amy looked around her, her ginger head snapping around at all of the people beside her. And finally, her eyes fell onto the water in front of her.
And there it was, that large ship each and every one of them had been waiting for. And it was all becoming so real, and she was sure the thoughts that were echoing in her ears were inside everyone else’s head as well. She would be seeing him again. He was on that ship, he was there. She’d get to hug him, hold him, kiss him. He’d be her Rory again. She wouldn’t have to rely on the letters that came sporadically, the ones that were the only contact she had with him. She would finally be with him. And him with her. They’d be them again.
Amidst the excitement around them, the mother next to her turned to her, a happy smile on her lips but an almost serious expression on her face. Amy raised her eyebrows, nodding her head and turned to take off the coat she had been given. The woman laughed softly, pressing a hand to her shoulder and refusing the gesturing. “No, no, dear. You keep that.” Amy looked at her with wide eyes, and then gave her an appreciative smile. “What’s his name?” She asked a moment later.
Amy gave a fond smile. Her eyes fell down to the letters gripped in her hands. She had collected each and every one before she had left home, checking several times over to make certain they were all there. The reminders of him, the part of her husband she had since he had gone. She looked out at the water, swearing to herself the ship was closer than it had been only seconds ago. “Rory. Rory Williams.”
notexactlyadoctor:
He smiled and patted her back softly. “Well of course I don’t, that would be terribly rude of me now wouldn’t it?” He said, pulling back a bit to study her. Unlike him she hadn’t changed the least from the few memories he could muster of her. Same height, same pretty red hair; really it seemed almost as if she had just popped out of his head and into the TARDIS. Greek mythology references aside, he was glad to see her if the point hadn’t already came across.
“It’s good to see you again Amy. Tell me, do I look as good at the Eleventh Doctor did.” He did a few mock poses for her, trying his hardest not to start laughing as he did. “I don’t really wear many bow-ties any more but I do like scarves and vest mind you.”
She smiled lightly as she let her arms fall from his shoulders, swinging by her sides slightly as she gazed at him. As different as he was, as unfamiliar she was with his face, there were many similarities that she could immediately recognise. He was her Doctor, she could tell. Even if his face was different, even if his TARDIS was different, he was still her raggedy man. Always would be, she supposed.
A grin appeared on her face, and even despite all the questions and confusion muddled up in her mind, she couldn’t help but to laugh along with him. He did always have a way of being able to do that with her. “Just as dapper as always, aren’t you?” She murmured, a genuine smile on her lips. “No fezzes?”
Amy and Ginny
weasleybean:
Ginny blinked and furrowed her brows, “Vincent? Who’s Vincent? And Pond 2.0…that isn’t so bad. I’ve been called worse. I a lot worse. I do hope I can meet your Doctor someday. He seems like quite the character and I’d love to travel among the stars. More than anything, really.” She looked up at the sky, then back at the ginger next to her.
“It’s happened before? Merlin’s beard…what kind of like do you live? I may be a little jealous. I’m not sure how my ex-boyfriend would react if there were two of me, or someone that looked like me. It would probably be like a dream come true, I would assume. Hmm…yes, I understand Rory better now. Actually…no, I do. If there were two of my ex-boyfriends…” She smirked and licked her bottom lip, “Well…I’d have some fun…I have always wanted to try a threesome…”
“Does it…? Well, I can’t wait to see how much more I can…like it.” Ginny admitted, her cheeks flushing slightly.
“Either have I…something else we have in common.” She told the older girl and tightened her grasp on her hips and tugged her closer, “I don’t know what it is…but there’s something about you…And it’s not your looks…it’s you.” Ginny couldn’t explain what she felt, because she didn’t know what exactly she was feeling. It was new to her. Not that her being attracted to girls was new, it wasn’t…but something about Amy Pond brought up different feelings and emotions in her and caused her body to tingle.
Her breathing almost stopped when she felt her hands in her hair. Goosebumps popped up on her flesh and her skull prickled. Ginny’s kept her eyes on Amy’s identical brown ones, unsure of what to do or how to react.
She didn’t have to wait long though, soon they were kissing again and she groaned, wanting the girl closer, but she was sure they were pretty much as close they could get.
Ginny gasped when the hands stopped on her thighs and she retaliated by dropped her hands to lay on Amy’s arse and squeezed lightly.
“Come to my flat?” She whispered, looking at her again, “Not to be too forward or anything and we don’t…we can just watch telly or something…we don’t have to continue this if you don’t want…but come back with me?”
Amy smiled lightly. Vincent. He brought back a lot for Amy. Happiness, pain, sorrow, friendship. And, in a way, he had helped her remember, helped her find herself when she hadn’t any idea who she actually was. “Vincent can Gogh. The painter. He’s a ginger too, y’know.” Amy answered with a grin. She thought about him often. He had been a source of comfort for her even when she hadn’t realised she needed it. And he was right, they would have had massively ginger children. “He’ll find me, Ginny. He always does. And then he’ll find you, too.”
Amy chuckled lightly, a grin stretched across her face. “Well, certainly not a normal life, that’s for sure. Though, what’s normal, anyway? We’ve found ourselves in some… interesting situations, I guess would be the best way to explain. Nothing ever dull when you’re with the Doctor.” That was an understatement. Amy threw her head back slightly, laughing as Ginny thought aloud. “We’re more alike than I thought.” She mused, smirking.
Amy giggled softly against Ginny’s lips. There was something about her, some intriguing and different. Which, to anyone else, might have seemed ironic given that they looked almost completely the same. It was true, though. They were different and similar all at the same time. “You’re going to love it.” Amy murmured cheekily.
Amy let out a soft noise of contentment as she was tugged closer, her back being lifted from the wall behind her somewhat. She didn’t mind in the least, though. Her breath caught in her throat the slightest bit. It was odd, even if they had two entirely different brains and were in completely different mindsets, they seemed to understand each other.
Amy grinned at the girl, a smug expression across her lips and her eyes sparkling mischievously. She could almost feel the sensations in her own body, knowing exactly what she liked and only imagining Ginny felt the same things. She gave her a smirk and ducked her head down, their lips colliding again, causing a soft gasp from either of them.
Her hands unlaced from Ginny’s hair, slowing making their way down her neck and shoulders. They smoothed down her sides and she kissed her, moving down to her thighs and gripping her tightly, bringing her closer. Her breath caught in her throat a moment or two later, Ginny’s hands had trailed down her own body and gently squeezed her bum. Her eyes fluttered open and she pulled her lips away for a short moment, her lips formed into a surprised pout.
Amy swallowed nervously as Ginny purposed they find their way to her flat. Not necessarily because she didn’t want to but… she didn’t know if she should. If the Doctor was searching for her, it’d be best not to move to far. Or that’s what he always said, anyway. She glanced around them before looking back at Ginny cautiously for a moment. “Okay,” she breathed in reply.
notexactlyadoctor:
He pulled back and grinned, looking her over. “It’s so nice to meet you! Er, well, we’ve already met before but my memory has been screwy since my last regeneration.” He made small circles next to his head with his pointer fingers. “So I couldn’t remember much of my past companions. Ah, but here you are!” He pulled her into another hug, unable to help himself. “So glad I could meet you again!”
She sighed softly, recognition dawning in her eyes. That’s why he couldn’t remember her properly. Not that she really remember him properly, apparently. Though she didn’t recognise his face or his clothes or even the TARDIS completely, she recognised him. She always would, she imagined. Still, it gave her a little pain in her heart. Moments ago she had been in that graveyard, uttering her last goodbye to him. And now… now she was with him, not entirely the same him, but her Doctor nonetheless. She smiled softly, tilting her head and leaning her chin against his shoulder as he hugged her again. “You never leave me waiting too long.”
roranicuspatiens:
Rory watched Amy closely, especially her eyes, waiting to see if or when she would truly recognise him. It seemed to take an age, her remembering, then finally, she spoke again and he could see she knew who he was. Relief spread through him and he let out a breath he hadn’t noticed he’d been holding and he was just nodding over and over because this was good. He had a stupid grin on his face and he forgot where he was and that Amy couldn’t stay and he couldn’t possibly go with her and the Doctor no matter how much he wanted to. All he cared about in that moment was that Amy remembered.
Finally Rory stopped his nodding and wiped the smile off his face and became a nurse again, asking, “And you’re okay, aren’t you? You feel okay?” She’d looked to be in pain for a moment there, and he’d been worried.
And then, in one precise moment, it all became so clear to her. The Doctor’s hesitance and reluctance. This familiar man. She had questions still, but the important ones, the ones that relied particularly on her, they were suddenly becoming clearer to Amy. She hadn’t realised anything was wrong, she hadn’t realised anything was missing. But something was, someone was. A very important someone. A someone who stood right before her. Her head was still pounding, throbbing. She didn’t know what to make of this new information. Or old information that she was just remembering. She extended her arm, reaching out for him. “Rory Williams. Boyfriend. Fiance. Amy and Rory.”
It seemed to be making sense, then. More so than anything could. This man, so integrated into her life and she had forgotten him, forgotten his existence. And she was suddenly feeling… something. Something she couldn’t put her finger on, something she’d never quite remembered feeling before. And it made her… happy. In a way that wasn’t entirely happy, but might have just been something she couldn’t entirely place. Something she had never known until now. “Yeah.” She breathed in reply, staring up at him curiously with her breath caught in her throat.
scatteredwithintime:
“The date?” Clara asked, her brows furrowing. She came up with two solutions why the girl was confused. She was either sent here unwillingly or she was drunk. They both seemed like feasible reasons. “January 6th, 1842,” she smiled, nodding her head slightly as if to confirm the date to herself. “Far from home, eh? I guess we’ve got that in common. Where are you from?” Clara asked, raising an eyebrow at the strange red-head whose voice seemed familiar. Which was odd to her since she’d never seen this girl before. “And what’s your name, again?”
Amy let out a groan as the woman informed her of the current date. She wasn’t even in the same century. How on earth was she expected to find her way home? She was all alone, without Rory or the Doctor, without any way back. She had faced worse, she supposed, but really she wasn’t even sure where to start. He head was beginning to ache. She swallowed thickly and shook her head the slightest bit, her thoughts interrupted as the woman continued talking. Amy stumbled over an answer for a moment. “I… Scotland. I’m from Scotland.” Well, it wasn’t a lie. Then again, she wasn’t even sure what the truth was anymore. “Amy. Amy Pond.”
