Fic: Adrift
Title: Adrift
Category: Doctor Who
Word Count: 1144
Date of Completion: 12 June 2010
Primary Characters: The Eleventh Doctor, Amy Pond
Rating: PG
Setting: Post-"Vincent and the Doctor"
Summary: Amy ruminates on Vincent van Gogh, the Doctor, and her place in the world.
( I had one hand tangled up with the Doctor and the other with Vincent, and so much love for every speck of dust in the universe pushed outwards from within that I thought I might burst but for the ocean of sky which pressed down on me. )
Category: Doctor Who
Word Count: 1144
Date of Completion: 12 June 2010
Primary Characters: The Eleventh Doctor, Amy Pond
Rating: PG
Setting: Post-"Vincent and the Doctor"
Summary: Amy ruminates on Vincent van Gogh, the Doctor, and her place in the world.
( I had one hand tangled up with the Doctor and the other with Vincent, and so much love for every speck of dust in the universe pushed outwards from within that I thought I might burst but for the ocean of sky which pressed down on me. )
I love this, I really do. I want to start with the end, if that's alright.
“That she was so much more than 'just' Amy Pond” really made me think.
Amy is so much more than what we’ve seen of her, I think (although I could be projecting), with layers upon layers that make up her nature. The Doctor can see it, when he sees “a black ocean - and a complex waltz of celestial bodies across it….That there was a universe of thought contained inside her that nobody would unravel” and I really love that the Doctor recognises she has such depths. Amy thinks she is very small and insignificant, but she isn’t.
‘Vincent and the Doctor’ was an episode that I enjoyed more than I thought I would, and it’s certainly on my list of favourite episodes of this rebooted series. It’s a fantastic image to think of Amy just sitting in the doorway of the TARDIS dangling her leg over the edge into space, as though she’s sitting on a wall on terra firma somewhere.
The moment where Amy is too choked up to speak and the Doctor just knows what to do and how she’s feeling is very subtle, but had me a little choked up too. It’s a very true emotion in a world and in circumstances that are utterly impossible - in space, in the TARDIS, with the Doctor, and yet it’s something that anyone can identify with.
Amy’s understanding of Vincent is a magnificent idea (and certainly undermines the idea that she is just Amy Pond), because they both see the world in ways that are so different from everyone else. I can’t even articulate how much I love this idea.
It’s a wonderful, wonderful fic. I’m going to save it and re-read it. Thank you ♥
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I don't think you're projecting; I think that really is how Steven Moffat intended to write her. She reminds me of Lois in that respect.
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