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Title: Canvas of Time
Author: Paynesgrey
Characters/Pairings: Amy/Eleven, slight Amy/Rory
Rating: PG
Word Count: 300
Spoilers: during the end of "Flesh and Stone"
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Summary: Amy doesn't understand; the Doctor sees much more of her than she realizes.
This was bad.
The Doctor knew when Amy wrapped her willful body around his that he'd have to fight her off - gently, of course. This was his Amy, for goodness sake, and she was obviously not herself.
She didn't completely understand him or how he saw her. Things appeared differently to him. His mind, both quick and encompassing, could not take the Amelia Pond just as she was right now because he saw all of her in an abstract state. She was both seven years old and a young woman with long legs and enviable ginger hair. He saw her as they first met, scared and wide-eyed, watching him curiously - relieved that he'd come to save her from the scary crack in her wall.
Blimey, she was getting married too, and there was no way in time and space he'd take that away from her. He could see that too - an older Amy, motherly, and tugging on ears of freckled russet-haired children (not his) but her life would move on; he explained this, and she would age, and he would only change, and down the road Amy would be behind him - and it would pull at his hearts (like Rose, like Sarah Jane, and the others), but time would remind him who he was, and on and on he would go.
It wasn't just that. He restrained her arms for now and stalled her energetic lips. He was tempted; really, what hot-blooded man wouldn't be? He'd adopted enough human emotions to recognize such things.
Yet something else bothered him. Something about Amy - predestined and poignant, with stalking cracks of time and significant wedding dates.
No, this was beyond bad, more than what Amy wanted from him. Something was fractured - amiss, and he had to find some way to fix it.
Title: Canvas of Time
Author: Paynesgrey
Characters/Pairings: Amy/Eleven, slight Amy/Rory
Rating: PG
Word Count: 300
Spoilers: during the end of "Flesh and Stone"
Notes: another look at "that scene" I suppose. Written for "willful" for
fanfic_bakeoff.Summary: Amy doesn't understand; the Doctor sees much more of her than she realizes.
This was bad.
The Doctor knew when Amy wrapped her willful body around his that he'd have to fight her off - gently, of course. This was his Amy, for goodness sake, and she was obviously not herself.
She didn't completely understand him or how he saw her. Things appeared differently to him. His mind, both quick and encompassing, could not take the Amelia Pond just as she was right now because he saw all of her in an abstract state. She was both seven years old and a young woman with long legs and enviable ginger hair. He saw her as they first met, scared and wide-eyed, watching him curiously - relieved that he'd come to save her from the scary crack in her wall.
Blimey, she was getting married too, and there was no way in time and space he'd take that away from her. He could see that too - an older Amy, motherly, and tugging on ears of freckled russet-haired children (not his) but her life would move on; he explained this, and she would age, and he would only change, and down the road Amy would be behind him - and it would pull at his hearts (like Rose, like Sarah Jane, and the others), but time would remind him who he was, and on and on he would go.
It wasn't just that. He restrained her arms for now and stalled her energetic lips. He was tempted; really, what hot-blooded man wouldn't be? He'd adopted enough human emotions to recognize such things.
Yet something else bothered him. Something about Amy - predestined and poignant, with stalking cracks of time and significant wedding dates.
No, this was beyond bad, more than what Amy wanted from him. Something was fractured - amiss, and he had to find some way to fix it.
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on 2010-05-04 04:55 pm (UTC)This was his Amy, for goodness sake his Amy...
great job!
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on 2010-05-04 04:57 pm (UTC)