Amy Pond studied The Doctor. She still didn't quite understand him. So mysterious, yet casually human-like in so many ways, she found him oddly attractive. He was odd, fact. But there was something about him. Why on earth, metophorically speaking, would he call himself The Doctor, if he was what he claimed and proved to be, a time lord. Why didn't he call himself a The Time Lord? She had already been to the future and faced problems with things perplexing as Star Whales. Today was the day of her wedding, but she had no intentions of telling him that. Nor, had any intentions of attending it. He had came back. Her imaginary friend, the person whom she had been told several times does not exist. The one person always on her mind, the person who comforted her in her mind when she was lonely and looked down upon because of her unbearable belief that 'The Raggedy Doctor' existed, her imaginary friend. He had came to young Amelia Pond's life, when it was dull and isolated. For that one night, although it was overwhelmingly insane, she was truly happy with his company. For that half hour or so, just like he said her name was like, her life was a fairytale. An odd, warped fairytale. A handsome man falls from the sky in a box claiming he's The Doctor, telling her he craved apples, then spitting every food he 'loved' out. Finally, they came to the fish fingers dipped in custard. He had made her feel more reassured about the unsettling crack in her wall, whilst he held her hand Amelia Pond was so happy. She felt safe. Then hoping he'd whisk her away he took her to the box, calling it a TARDIS. It was steaming, malfuntioning. He made a sincere promise. Two words that made little Amelia's heart pound like an electric buzz. Five minutes. He said he'd be five minutes. She had been so thrilled, he was her saviour. Amelia waited contented for what seemed a very stretching five minutes, always telling herself he'd come. But he didn't. She waited, she weeped. Many physictrist tried to crush her dreams of this 'Doctor', but instead she crushed there hands with her teeth yelling that he was real, that he'd come back for her. She made paintings, pictures, sculptures, dolls, posters and made Rory dress up like him so she could re-live the moment were she was bursting with joy. Though, it never was the same. Rory wasn't as humorously insane as he was when she first met him. He didn't have the voice or the looks, basically he wasn't him. He wasn't The Doctor.

"You know, your staring is rather unsettling. Now, choose a place with ultimate awesomness, and we'll be off." The Doctor chuckled.

"Oh, right. Staring. Unsettling. Gotcha." Amy phased back into what was her 'reality', and out of her childhood daydreaming.

"What were you thinking off?" The Doctor asked, intrested.

"Never you mind, nosey." Amy smirked. The Doctor touched his nose.

"I am nosey. Well, you might as well tell me what you were thinking of, otherwise I'll just use my screwdriver to find out." The Doctor laughed, twidling with his new gadget.

"Hey, it could be personal. Honestly, I was just thinking about when I was a kid, that night you came, all the therapy I went through to crush you out of my mind. I was looked down upon for believing in you. The night you held my hand next to the crack, and I felt, well, safe. You made a huge mess, which I got the blame for, you told me my name was like a fairytale, you actually ate fish fingers with custard and got a custard moustache-" Amy was cut off by the Doctor.

"Hahah! Really? Well, I was still functioning then, 'still cooking'. Meh, I forgive myself." The Doctor smiled to himself.

"Anyway, that was total blackmail. You not really the 'Oh So Nice Doctor' are you?" Amy raised her eyebrows playfully.

"Actually, I didn't blackmail you. And I am very nice for your information. My screwdriver couldn't really tell me what you were thinking Amy Pond. You did that yourself." The Doctor's lip curled with happiness. Amy's mouth did a comical 'o'.

"You cheeky bugger." Amy poked him.

"Speaking of going somewhere-" The Doctor began.

"Were we? I was under the impression we were speaking about you being sneaky." Amy cut him off pulling a tongue at him.

"You really are still Amelia Pond, Amy. Pulling tongues. Childish." The Doctor joked.

"Well, just because you don't age Dr. Weirdo. Anyway, somewhere awesome, exciting-" Amy was cut off by the Doctor.

"Wait a minute. I remember. I do. Um, you. Yes! You. You said something about going home tomorrow. So, is it Leadworth or can I tempt you with, I don't know, a first class in this sexy devil to an alien planet. It may include, a swimming pool. Possibly in the library I haven't even explored the whole of the TARDIS yet. So Leadworth, alien planet. Leadworth? Alien planet." The Doctor raised his right eyebrow his floppy brown hair stylishly yet scruffly hanging over his left eyebrow. Amy rolled her eyes.

"Hmmm. I pick-" She walked over to a leaver of the TARDIS, pausing and looking at the Doctor for suspense. "I pick-" She dragged the leaver forward. "Unexplored worlds. Leadworth can get another Kissogram, although I doubt that happening. For years I've wanted this. Hell, I was promised five minutes-" Amy stopped for a second to eyeball the grinning Doctor. "-But on one condition." Amy looked at The Doctor.

"Anything, your Majesty." The Doctor laughed, doing a courtesy.

"I need clothes, I'm still wearing my bloody nightie. I look like a homeless, well I am homeless-" Amy tugged at her nightie.

"Your not homeless. This is my home, that does sound quite pathetic, but look at the place. Wow. Yes. You are welcome at my home at any time Amelia Pond therefore, you are not homeless. The wardrobe is just through there pick out what you like." He pointed in a direction.

"Ok. Well, thank you. But why would there be girls clothes in the wardrobe?" Amy pondered.

"Well, it provides all clothes. Male, female, unisex. You ask the most pointless questions, Amy." The Doctor mocked her, smiling.

"Oh, excuse me for being curious. I'm just not familiar with the TARDIS. Not many homes have a swimming pool in the library." Amy smiled, her beautiful eyes blazing. The Doctor just stood and smiled.

"Humans. So easily amused." He pushed a button.

"Time-Lord-Doctor-Guys. So easily weird." She replied, satisfied. She walked away, pratically skipping, exploring the beautiful TARDIS. The glow that reflected off it, maximizing all the god-like features. Amy was living the dream. She was living Amelia Pond's wish. At one point skimming through the glorious dresses her phone buzzed. She jumped, suprised. She'd forgot that she even had it.

"Yummy. My, my The Doctor's got taste." Amy looked at each detailed, beautiful piece of clothing.

Amy! Where are you? Text me back NOW! guests are arriving and your not here? quit your fairytale with that weirdo guy and get back here, pronto. Be fast, we can't get married without you present. Rory x

Amy put a shimmery floral dress on that went just past her knees with silky white leggings and golden sandals. It was stunning. She looked flawless, but when she looked at her reflection in the mirror, all she saw was her relatives faces, wondering where she was. She was blissfully happy before this text. Now she felt like her perfect world was crashing down upon her. Her fairytale that she'd dreamed of ever since the day The Doctor had crashed into her garden shed. Why? Why did this have to happen? She gulped.

"Well, floral is your thing. So you going to pick a place to go?" The Doctor startled her and she turned round, her cheeks flushing red.

"No. Not yet. Plus, I don't want to wear the dress so, I'll be over in a minute." Amy said looking at the dress and The Doctor walked away. She adored it, yes. But it wasn't right for this place. She put a checked red and black shirt on with a white top underneath it and left it open and put on jeans. She felt more comfortable. Amy ran back to the Doctor.

"Doctor. Look, I-I have to get back down to earth. To Leadworth, to be specific." She stuttered.

"Leadworth. Rings a bell. Change your mind?" The Doctor eyed her curiously wondering what had changed her mind.

"Doctor. Ever since I was a child my dreams were crushed by every soul I ever knew. At some point I even felt so hopeless and lonely, I nearly did give up in believing you. I grew up, you were never out of my mind, although I had to force you to the back. But you were always there. Rory, the guy you met during the whole 'Prisoner Zero' thing. He proposed to me. I-I had to believe, I thought you were never coming back. I'd lost hope. That feeling in your gut that when you believe something so forcefully, had vanished. I hated myself for it and you heard about all the embarrasing stories of The Raggedy Doctor. Well, I said yes. To the proposel, I mean. But I'm not ready. I don't want to be married." Amy paused looking at the Doctor.

"Your getting married? When?" The Doctor looked puzzled.

"Well, um, today actually. Right now." Amy ran her hands through her hair.

"Now? You came with me although you were getting married?" The Doctor looked shocked, he ran his hands through his tousled brown hair.

"Doctor, I don't want to be married. You have to help me. Should I go back to earth?" Amy's forehead creased with worry.

"Look, Amy. You have to go back to earth. I don't really specify in the whole family thing, but even if you don't want to get married you can't avoid earth forever without an explaination. At least give the fellow a reason why you don't want to be married." The Doctor turned away pushing buttons ready to take off to earth. He felt a jolt of sadness strike him. He pushed it away as much as possible.

"Will you let me travel with you still?" Amy asked.

"Well. That's tricky. You want to abandon him completely? I don't know if I can take you away from your family and friends." The Doctor scratched his head.

"No. No Doctor you can't leave me there! You won't!" Amy glared at him.

"Hey Amy, calm down ok? Let's just get to Leadworth." The Doctor pushed one last button and the TARDIS took off. Amy constantly gave him snide looks. When they landed Amy emerged first and the Doctor followed.

"AMY! AMY THANK GOD." Rory hugged her. Amy looked at him, then back at the Doctor she gulped and didn't say anything. The Doctor went in Amy's house, into her room and looked at all the posters and dolls Amy had made just from that memory of him in her childhood. He touched them, grinning uncontrollobly. It was so adorable. Amelia Pond had made him so inspired by this delightful young child. He remorsely regretted breaking his promise of being five minutes but he never meant it intentionally. She was so cute. Even now, grown up, Amy was breathtakingly pretty. And she was ginger.

"Lucky bugger." The Doctor muttered to himself. He had regenerated so many times. But he had never been ginger. Yet, she was. A fiesty, sassy, ginger Scottish girl with a amazing fairytale name like Amelia Pond, even if she had insisted on Amy now. How could he leave her behind? He reminded himself of Rose Tyler. He had lost her. Now he had met Amy, and by God, he couldn't leave her.

"Doctor. Please. I've told Rory." Amy embraced the Doctor. The Doctor looked at her with a grave expression. "The wedding's off. I've made up my mind. I'm not ready to be married yet." Amy smiled and tears welled in her eyes, the Doctor hugged her. She held him tight.

"Amy, this is your home. It's dangerous with me, I don't know if I can take that chance, because I care about you, Amelia Pond." The Doctor told her truthfully, though it pained him to say it. Amy grinned to his suprise.

"Thought you'd say that." She said but kept smiling. She quickly ran away out of the house. The Doctor frowned, puzzled. He looked out of the window to see Amy at the TARDIS. He sprinted out to her .

"Amy, what are you doing?" The Doctor asked.

"Coming with you." She replied confidently.

"Amy look you can't-" The Doctor tried to say but was cut off by Amy.

"Did you, just before say that I was always welcome in your home?" Amy smiled with quirkiness. The Doctor opened his mouth, then closed it.

"You look like a goldfish." Amy giggled.

"OK. Yes. I did. I said your always welcome. Fine, alrighty Miss. Pond if you wish to travel with a madman in a box, be my guest. I think you've waited long enough." The Doctor squinted at her, then broke out into a smile. The moment was perfect, and they had waited long enough. Amy and The Doctor's lips locked on to each other's fiercely. The two passionate people shared a very passionate kiss. It was heartwarming and it dazzled them both. They clung to each other, and neither one pulled away. They each other closely, before pulling away slightly so just there noses touched.

"This is my happily ever after I've been waiting for. And I believe we have a time machine. Let's go." Amy chuckled. The Doctor's eyes grew wide and beamed. He pulled some leaver's in the TARDIS.

"Hold on tight, Amy. GERONIMO!" The Doctor picked a destination at random and the TARDIS faded from Leadworth, Amy and The Doctor had a meeting with destiny.