5th Crack in the Universe // Amy Pond’s {Dream}

Jun 01, 2011 22:32

The dream begins in blackness. Slowly, little pin-pricks of light appear in the dark. Stars. Only a few at first but they soon begin to multiply until hundreds and hundreds populate the sky. Amy appears. Floating weightlessly in a white nightie and robe, staring out at the expanses of space around her.

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c: xion, c: axel, amy pond

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retardised June 2 2011, 02:53:24 UTC
[ -- Oh, he knows that. He knows quite a bit of that, he was there for a lot of that, wasn't he, and there's some things that hurt in there, like vans and like engagement rings and Rories and blaming. And, oh, he doesn't much think about those few years - long years, twelve years for her, a blink for a Timelord but a while for a human - so seeing them, seeing a tiny Amelia, small and wistful and wishing so, so hard for her raggedy Doctor, that's. That's. ]

[ It takes him a little while to actually answer. This week is wrong. This week is some access to thoughts without permission and it's ugly and wrong and so invasive. He almost wants to pretend he hasn't seen it. Amy will know he's seen it. He's got his hands clasped together and a small twitch of a hopeful smile on his face, albeit a slightly tired one. ]

Dream within a dream. That would make a great movie - !

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kiss0gram June 3 2011, 02:38:15 UTC
[A smile.] Yeah? Well, it's probably been done, some where and when.

[There's a short pause as she regards the Doctor carefully. She can guess what he must be thinking.] The dream wasn't all sad, y'know? It was happy for me. Remembering those things, everything I can. It helps.

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retardised June 4 2011, 04:37:32 UTC
Pile of good things and all that?

[ Had she had that? He doesn't actually know if she's had that, and he keeps rubbing his hands awkwardly. Sometimes he's rubbish at the consoling thing, catches him off guard. His smiles flinches again, into something sadder, as he fixes her with a longer stare. ] I'm sorry, Amelia.

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kiss0gram June 15 2011, 00:23:21 UTC
Yes. Good things. [Her eyes cast down for just a moment at his apology but then she meets his gaze.]

What are you sorry for? You came back, didn't you?

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retardised June 21 2011, 03:11:37 UTC
Of course I came back, I always, invariably and always, come back. But he didn't.

[ He hefts a careful breath, letting it out slowly and steadily. Saying it aloud is more difficult than how he'd practiced before he'd first called her. ] I should have protected him better, and I didn't. [ Again. ]

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kiss0gram June 30 2011, 04:27:21 UTC
[Her brow knits together for a moment. He looks so worn down,so burdened. She can really see the centuries he's lived in his eyes.]

I'm not sure there was anything you could have done. The Rory here... he wasn't the same as the one I'd left. Well, he was, but he wasn't. And the him I left behind is still safe back in the TARDIS. And when he was here, the you that was here didn't even know him or me. It's not your fault. It's this place. But we'll get out of here. We'll go home. We just have to believe that.

[As she goes on her voice gets stronger, more adamant. Knowing he has to believe it just as much as she does.]

You listen to me. It wasn't your fault.

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