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who_contestThis is my first time posting on this community, and I've only been watching it for a short time. I really hope you guys like this. I'm also posting this on FF.net, so look for that, username's on my profile.
(On a side note, a really good song about Amy's years of waiting: Raggedy Doctor, by Matilda Modigh on SoundCloud. It inspired me to write this fic, even though I've been on this community for like, two weeks. Seriously, go listen to her stuff. It's amazing.)
Title: Years of Hope(lessness), Years of Waiting
Rating: G
Genre: Introspection,Hurt/Comfort (but maybe without the comfort)
Word Count: 430, according to wordcounter.com
Characters: Amelia Pond, mentions of 11th Doctor
Spoilers: The Eleventh Hour
Warnings: None
Summary: Give me five minutes, he said. I'll be right back.
Give me five minutes, he said. I'll be right back.
But it's been years and no sign of him, years of psychiatrists saying he's not real, years of paper mache blue boxes and Raggedy Doctor dolls, years of making Rory play Raggedy Doctor with her (and he was so patient and never seemed to tire of it), years and years and years of hope (but that might be an exaggeration).
The truth is, she gave up hope a long time ago - except she still sometimes thinks, in that time before you go to sleep and forget how the real world is, that maybe when she wakes up, he'll be waiting for her in the back garden, her Raggedy Doctor, complete with his blue box and ripped-up clothes that gave him his name. But then she wakes up and returns to real life and remembers that he left her, just like everybody else, and he will never come back. She feels abandoned, and she wonders why. Why didn't he keep his promise? Why didn't he leave a note or something to let her know that he will be back someday, just not now?
She thinks about it all the time, even now, years later, and realizes that when he met her, she was just a child, only seven years old. He must have thought that she was too young to understand, or maybe that she was too young to go with him. She doesn't really know why, but she does know that it must be because she was too young. But she's grown up since then, dammit, doesn't he know that? Doesn't he know she can understand, that she's nearly an adult anyway and can make her own life choices and so can go with him now? Why doesn't he know?
The only explanation she can think of is that he still thinks she is too young, still just a child. But she isn't (anymore), she is so much more than just a child. She can think of no way to tell him this, so she just sits there and waits and grows up even more, even though she feels too old already. But it's the only way she can think of to let the Raggedy Doctor know if he comes back, when he comes back, that she is ready. She is more than ready to let him whisk her away in his blue box, but she has to let him know that she can handle it first.
She doesn't want him to think of her as a child, after all.
(On a side note, a really good song about Amy's years of waiting: Raggedy Doctor, by Matilda Modigh on SoundCloud. It inspired me to write this fic, even though I've been on this community for like, two weeks. Seriously, go listen to her stuff. It's amazing.)
Title: Years of Hope(lessness), Years of Waiting
Rating: G
Genre: Introspection,Hurt/Comfort (but maybe without the comfort)
Word Count: 430, according to wordcounter.com
Characters: Amelia Pond, mentions of 11th Doctor
Spoilers: The Eleventh Hour
Warnings: None
Summary: Give me five minutes, he said. I'll be right back.
Give me five minutes, he said. I'll be right back.
But it's been years and no sign of him, years of psychiatrists saying he's not real, years of paper mache blue boxes and Raggedy Doctor dolls, years of making Rory play Raggedy Doctor with her (and he was so patient and never seemed to tire of it), years and years and years of hope (but that might be an exaggeration).
The truth is, she gave up hope a long time ago - except she still sometimes thinks, in that time before you go to sleep and forget how the real world is, that maybe when she wakes up, he'll be waiting for her in the back garden, her Raggedy Doctor, complete with his blue box and ripped-up clothes that gave him his name. But then she wakes up and returns to real life and remembers that he left her, just like everybody else, and he will never come back. She feels abandoned, and she wonders why. Why didn't he keep his promise? Why didn't he leave a note or something to let her know that he will be back someday, just not now?
She thinks about it all the time, even now, years later, and realizes that when he met her, she was just a child, only seven years old. He must have thought that she was too young to understand, or maybe that she was too young to go with him. She doesn't really know why, but she does know that it must be because she was too young. But she's grown up since then, dammit, doesn't he know that? Doesn't he know she can understand, that she's nearly an adult anyway and can make her own life choices and so can go with him now? Why doesn't he know?
The only explanation she can think of is that he still thinks she is too young, still just a child. But she isn't (anymore), she is so much more than just a child. She can think of no way to tell him this, so she just sits there and waits and grows up even more, even though she feels too old already. But it's the only way she can think of to let the Raggedy Doctor know if he comes back, when he comes back, that she is ready. She is more than ready to let him whisk her away in his blue box, but she has to let him know that she can handle it first.
She doesn't want him to think of her as a child, after all.
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Date: 2014-11-15 02:42 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2014-11-15 04:03 am (UTC)*HUGS*
:) :) :)
Date: 2014-11-15 02:19 pm (UTC)Re: :) :) :)
Date: 2014-11-15 03:14 pm (UTC)Believe it or not, I completely understand this. *Smiles* Still get that feeling myself now and again. Rest assured, your work is extremely likeable - and I look forward to reading more from you.
*HUGS*
Re: :) :) :)
Date: 2014-11-15 05:52 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2014-11-17 08:56 pm (UTC)Just one typo I spotted: "She is more than ready to let him whisk her away is his blue box" (in his blue box)
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Date: 2014-11-18 12:04 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2014-11-18 11:37 am (UTC)Ohhh—well, you did very good for a first attempt at prompt writing, then! And thanks for the rec, I'll look that song up :)