Amelia Pond

pondintheclouds:

Finally, Amy pushed herself up into a sitting position on the bed and even still she felt far too vulnerable. “He’s going to come for me, the Doctor. And he won’t be happy when he sees you.” And yes, that was a threat.

Dark stopped smiling and looked at her, giving her a sinister look. He moved forward quickly, so quickly, that if she blinked she likely missed it. He snapped his fingers and pointed at her. “Think that scares me? Nope,” he stood up straight. “He’s afraid of me. Why do you think he hasn’t come for you yet?”

Any bravery she might have had was instantly taken from her as soon as that smile left his face. Flinching, Amy pressed her back against the cement wall. “Because he’s busy, but he told me. He told me if I ever needed him, I’d just have to call out to him and he’d be here instantly.”

obsessum: pondintheclouds: Amy held her breath when he got in her face again, despite the fact...

Thu, 25 Oct 2012 18:24:40 -0400

pondintheclouds:

Amy held her breath when he got in her face again, despite the fact that she could feel a scream building in her throat. Tears welled up in her eyes as she pressed her body as far into the bed as she could. “No thanks to you.” She said bitterly as she let out the air she had been holding in. “I thought you were finally gone.”

Dark tilted his head and gave her a smile, leaning in more, so that his face was only inches from hers. “Only because that’s what I wanted you to think,” he muttered before backing up. “Besides, you’re just so fun,” he clapped his hands and slid them behind his back. “I can do anything to you and no one is going to ever believe a word you say. Mad man in a blue box? Please.”

Finally, Amy pushed herself up into a sitting position on the bed and even still she felt far too vulnerable. “He’s going to come for me, the Doctor. And he won’t be happy when he sees you.” And yes, that was a threat.

obsessum: pondintheclouds: Brows knitting together when she heard a voice that was certainly not...

Thu, 25 Oct 2012 18:15:50 -0400

pondintheclouds:

Brows knitting together when she heard a voice that was certainly not Rory’s, Amy rolled over onto her back and opened her eyes fully. Yelping in surprise, Amy attempted to crawl back away from him but with the size of the bed and how long she was, there was really no where for her to crawl to. “How did you-?” It had been a week since she had been visited by the bad Doctor, or the good one for that matter.

Dark stood up straight and slid his hands into his pockets, giving her a smile. He rocked back on his heels and considered her for a second. He reached up and tapped the side of his chin, pursing his lip together. “Hmm, I believe I have a key for the door. Or a vortex manipulator. I would have brought the TARDIS, but this is a really tiny room.” He moved in and pressed his face close to hers. “My my aren’t you broken now, Pond.”

Amy held her breath when he got in her face again, despite the fact that she could feel a scream building in her throat. Tears welled up in her eyes as she pressed her body as far into the bed as she could. “No thanks to you.” She said bitterly as she let out the air she had been holding in. “I thought you were finally gone.”

obsessum: pondintheclouds: In her mind, she had been sleeping. Her dreams, were as always,...

Thu, 25 Oct 2012 18:01:26 -0400

pondintheclouds:

In her mind, she had been sleeping. Her dreams, were as always, bizarre. Feeling a hand run through her hair, Amy leaned up into the touch. Believing it to be Rory’s, Amy let out a comforted sigh before slowly opening her eyes.

Dark watched her closely and reached out to run his fingers through her hair. She was much more damaged than he normally liked, but she was fun. It didn’t take much to manipulate her mind in a way that he could get the end result he wanted. “Wakey wakey, Pondy wondy,” he said in a sing song tone, leaning down so his face was level to hers. He was wearing a smile that suggested something was completely wrong with the picture she was seeing.

Brows knitting together when she heard a voice that was certainly not Rory’s, Amy rolled over onto her back and opened her eyes fully. Yelping in surprise, Amy attempted to crawl back away from him but with the size of the bed and how long she was, there was really no where for her to crawl to. “How did you-?” It had been a week since she had been visited by the bad Doctor, or the good one for that matter.

In her mind, she had been sleeping. Her dreams, were as always, bizarre. Feeling a hand run through...

Thu, 25 Oct 2012 17:29:05 -0400

In her mind, she had been sleeping. Her dreams, were as always, bizarre. Feeling a hand run through her hair, Amy leaned up into the touch. Believing it to be Rory’s, Amy let out a comforted sigh before slowly opening her eyes.

There are days...

Thu, 26 Apr 2012 15:30:06 -0400

soakedinbloodandrage:

pondintheclouds:

There are days when I feel like, any moment they’ll be telling me I’m free to leave. That I can go back to a life where I’m not confined and poked fun at every day for believing in someone so strongly. That I know is real and is capable of saving the world.

Today is not one of those days.

And I thought I was the madman. Alright, other universes, other little pets who have seem to broken down without me. God, look at yourself, [scoffs] Get up.

Really, it’s embarrassing.

I once found your adoration and faith in me flattering but, this is just pathetic.

[Amy shook her head, tears spilling from her eyes.] Why can’t you just leave me alone?! [She shouted at him, putting as much distance between them as possible.]

mad-cosmic-9-year-old started following you

Thu, 26 Apr 2012 01:51:20 -0400

mad-cosmic-9-year-old:

pondintheclouds:

“Hey hey. I’m not going anywhere, Amelia. What’s wrong?”

He was here again. Before you came.

mad-cosmic-9-year-old started following you

Thu, 26 Apr 2012 01:24:37 -0400

pondintheclouds started following you

Thu, 26 Apr 2012 01:23:28 -0400

pondintheclouds:

trustmeimheretohelp:

Amy, what are you talking about?

Amy who are you talking about? What’s wrong? Are you okay?

[Ignoring him, Amy started slamming her hands against the door of her small, confined room.] Please! Please let me out!

Amy! Amy calm down, it’s okay it’s okay.

Amy what’s wrong? Please tell me…

[Of course no one was coming, they never did. They never helped her out, they only mocked her, teased her, laughed at her. Letting her hands fall from the door she turned to face him. For the first time, realising this wasn’t him. The man who pretended to be the Doctor, who mocked her.] D-Doctor?

pondintheclouds started following you

Thu, 26 Apr 2012 01:10:11 -0400

Amy, what are you talking about?

Amy who are you talking about? What’s wrong? Are you okay?

[Ignoring him, Amy started slamming her hands against the door of her small, confined room.] Please! Please let me out!

pondintheclouds started following you

Thu, 26 Apr 2012 00:57:38 -0400

Of course I’m ‘him’ Amy. It’s me the Doctor.

Whats wrong?

You’re not him. [Amy repeated, mumbling it over and over again to herself.] He doesn’t like it when you try to mock him like this. I’ll tell him what you’re doing.

pondintheclouds started following you

Thu, 26 Apr 2012 00:40:01 -0400

Of course I’m really here Amy, what do you mean?

You’re not really him. You’re trying to trick me. I won’t fall for it again.

pondintheclouds started following you

Thu, 26 Apr 2012 00:32:21 -0400

Amelia,

You’re not really here.

There are days...

Wed, 25 Apr 2012 23:28:16 -0400

There are days when I feel like, any moment they’ll be telling me I’m free to leave. That I can go back to a life where I’m not confined and poked fun at every day for believing in someone so strongly. That I know is real and is capable of saving the world.

Today is not one of those days.

I don't care if you don't believe me.

Tue, 24 Apr 2012 03:05:21 -0400

stoleamagiicbox:

“Oh, Amy.” He clicked his tongue and moved forwards again- not stopping until his shins hit the bed and he flopped down onto it, crossing his ankles and bringing his hands behind his head with a satisfied ‘ahh’, getting comfortable. Even if the bed itself wasn’t very comfortable at all. “I think you do care. Maybe not about what they think about you,” He lifted his head and punched a thumb in the direction of the door. “But what about Rory, hm?” He raised his eyebrows, a tiny little smirk settling on his features. “Some of the things he says about you with the other nurses.” He chuckled and shook his head, as if recalling a particularly funny thing he’d said- though of course Rory hadn’t said anything at all. He’d never even seen Rory in the hospital. It was a stab in the dark- but he, of course, could see Rory in her head. He could see how much he meant to her.

Swallowing heavily, Amy winced visibly when he got closer to her personal space bubble. Bringing a hand up to clutch at the collar of her shirt, Amy tucked her chin against her hand, body tense. “Rory isn’t… How do you know about him?” Rory was someone she created so she had something to comfort her in this horrible place.

I don't care if you don't believe me.

Mon, 23 Apr 2012 23:11:03 -0400

pondintheclouds:

anursenotaroman:

“So you keep telling me,” he sighed. “I’m just making guesses. Guesses based off what you’ve been telling me.” Except not everything he’d been saying had been. Some of it he’d pulled from no where. “I haven’t been making any of it up. I wouldn’t lie to you.”

“I never told you I had friends, or when I met the Doctor. Or that I had been to four psychiatrists.” Amy reminded him, finding this very unsettling. “So where did you get this information from?”

“I…I don’t know. I dunno, I mean, I thought-” He didn’t know what he thought. Nothing made sense any more. “Didn’t you say? I could have sworn…” He laughed nervously. “I don’t understand.”

Amy could feel another headache starting form, and all of this confusion was just making it worse. “Neither do I.” She admitted weakly.

I don't care if you don't believe me.

Sun, 22 Apr 2012 23:22:18 -0400

“So you keep telling me,” he sighed. “I’m just making guesses. Guesses based off what you’ve been telling me.” Except not everything he’d been saying had been. Some of it he’d pulled from no where. “I haven’t been making any of it up. I wouldn’t lie to you.”

“I never told you I had friends, or when I met the Doctor. Or that I had been to four psychiatrists.” Amy reminded him, finding this very unsettling. “So where did you get this information from?”

I don't care if you don't believe me.

Sun, 22 Apr 2012 22:57:49 -0400

This was just a bit scary. Rory had hoped for something, but not this. Not her remembering just this hospital. But it was progress wasn’t it? “I don’t know. Maybe you’ve always been here…or you’ve got some kind of amnesia.” He ran his fingers through his hair. He looked at Amy and could see the fear in her eyes.

Was he keeping something from her? That thought ran through her mind for a moment, but there wasn’t any reason he could be hiding something from her. She had created him, he knew everything she knew and nothing else. Except, for right now, when he was saying things that made no sense to her. Where was he getting this information from? Amy scooted up closer to him, hands resting on either side of his face as she stared directly into his eyes. “How could you possibly know any of that? How are you making these things up? I created you.”

I don't care if you don't believe me.

Sun, 22 Apr 2012 22:33:16 -0400