Age Doesn't Matter, Does It?

WARNING - Spoilers for people who haven't seen Flesh and Stone.



The bond had been broken, the only thing that kept them close had been lost, thrown in the bin, what was she to do? She was hung up on him, his smell only people around him could smell, lingered with her.



The Doctor was stood at the console, flicking the brightly coloured switches and levers on the panels in front of him. Amy kept trying to drag him away from his pointless poking of buttons, so that she could show him her feelings; but as an adult treating a child seeking attention: he ignored her. It had taken some determination however; to stop himself from turning round and telling her how much he wanted her. If past experience was anything to go by it would all end in tears, so he had to show no emotion. As if ignoring her wasn't enough, she tried a different way of getting into his head; she pushed herself close to him and began to gently breathe down the back of his neck teasing him, tempting him to her. In response he closed his eyes, and didn't move an inch, he had to contain himself for both their sakes. She began fondling his thick black hair and whispering things that shocked him; he still ignored her. It was hard to focus on what he was doing and his thoughts were everywhere. He had to maintain himself in front of her, showing her that she had no power over him. 

After giving up with seduction, she moved away from him slowly, but as she did she slowly glided her hand down from his shoulder to his hand,  and then gripped. As she did this he felt all the hairs on his arm stand up making him want to shiver. Still holding his hand she moved backwards so that the railing was behind her, she leant back showing him that she was there to stay. However, he could see her lingering in his peripheral vision; he felt her still holding his hand. He felt slightly self-conscious as she was just staring at him, not saying a word. She began playing with his fingers, trying to make him turn round but once again he simply ignored her. He could tell that she was beginning to get bored as she let go of his hand which then slumped back down to his side, he still didn't acknowledge her. He then continued fiddling with buttons on the panels. Amy then gave up and walked toward the innards of the TARDIS, she glanced back at him but he hadn't moved a muscle; she turned her head back and walked out into one of the many corridors. The Doctor sighed.

Amy walked down one of the many corridors of the TARDIS thinking about the Doctor. Was he really 907 years old when he barely looked late 20s? She thought about this, how much did she actually know about him. He had been there when she was 7 an imaginary friend if anything, he then turned up 12 years later, slightly more persistent than the usual imaginary friend and then once again he disappeared into the night leaving her wondering who he was. She'd found something out about him  after her 14 year wait. She knew that waiting was always the best thing to do as he would be there in the end.  The Doctor would be there when she needed him most as walking through a forest of Weeping Angels unveiled to her. She knew he cared though; he didn't exactly stop her right away when she kissed him. He'd not been bothered as much about the wedding, but more about her, it was all about her, she had no idea what he was rambling on about but she thought he'd finally cracked. He didn't act upon anything though all those temptations she tried to bait him with, he had ignored. He was a hard man to crack but she knew she would get there in the end.

"First things first" she thought that she needed to have a shower and get some clean clothes on. She wondered down a corridor hoping that it was the one leading to her bedroom. She looked at the many doors that faced her. "Eeny, meeny, miney mo..." she said out loud to herself pointing at the doors; she was still new to this. She picked a door and opened it, she smiled as she had picked the right one.

The Doctor  cared for her more than others, he'd only just met her and it hadn't even been that long. There was a link with her which he couldn't understand. Everything she did sent a shiver down his spine; she wasn't like the others with his other selves. She was one of the only people who knew him without knowing him; her mind was full and open, ready for anything; that's what made him want her. She wasn't just some feisty human; she was a feisty human that shared his experiences. His thoughts over took him and before he knew it he was walking down the corridor Amy had walked down about ten minutes ago. 

Amy walked out of her en suite bathroom, a big soft towel wrapped about her. Steam began pouring out of the bathroom and into her room, trailing after her. She felt so much better although she was now more tired than before; she decided that she would grab some sleep before she was once again off exploring another new planet. She dried herself off and put on an extra large hoodie and some denim shorts which she had picked up when looking through the TARDIS' wardrobe. She had spent over two hours picking our clothes in there; she was guessing that it had to be at least twice the size of the control room. So, when she had warmed herself up she crawled onto her massive double bed, which had two mattresses on it making it more to her liking. She knew the TARDIS had picked out the specific details that were only in her head or she'd always wanted in her room. She snuggled under her hoodie so only parts of her facial features were showing; tucked her knees up to her chest and then closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

The Doctor was still strolling down the maze of corridors; he found that it was one of the best ways to think, as he didn't have to make conversation with anyone and all his thoughts could be pieced together. 

"Amelia Pond" he said aloud to himself. 

He really didn't know what to think. He was 907 years old, he didn't age; he changed his face. He'd already discovered this with Rose, but he was different now, new face, new rules, new feelings. What was he to do; he ran his long, slim fingers through his hair still with no idea. He knew she wasn't looking for anything long term, she'd admitted that before she had tried to stick her tongue down his throat.  He didn't want to make a rash move; he liked her, she was more like him: completely open minded and care free. He walked on for least another hour, gathering his thoughts until he turned up outside the door that gave him two choices.

Amy couldn't sleep like she used to, her body clock was messed up terribly, and she guessed it had been about an hour as there was still condensation in the en suite, when she walked in there to brush her still damp hair. She walked back to her bed, feeling the soft carpet under her feet. She climbed back onto her bed and tucked her knees to her chest wrapping her arms around them. She was thinking about her kiss with the Doctor, did he respond before pushing her away? It was over too quickly if she was honest. She didn't regret it, she still wanted him even if he was 907; to her, age didn't matter. She unconsciously started playing with her hair, twisting it round her fingers as she did normally when she was concentrating or deep in thought. She knew she was getting married in the "morning" but really anyone would be a substitute for the Doctor. He cared enough about her to shout at someone who she thought he was later going to marry. This made her think; all those years of waiting she deserved this. He wasn't her imaginary friend anymore, he was real, and she was travelling through time and space with him: she loved it.

The door still faced him; he only had two choices, so why hadn't he chosen? He didn't want to make a mistake by loosing Amy, maybe the fling would end well, but if it didn't he would lose her, even worse he may even repulse her and she wouldn't want to travel with him anymore. He couldn't have that, he loved her way to much for that to happen. He took a deep breath and knocked on the door. Then a few seconds later heard Amy say in a tiny voice 

"Come in."

The Doctor then opened the door and walked into the room, to find Amy sat in the middle of her bed engulfed in her hoodie, his eyes met hers for a second then he sighed and looked down. He didn't think it would have been this awkward. 

"Amy listen..." the Doctor began not even looking up from his shoes when he spoke, "I'm no good for you, I'm 907 years old, I've done this before, lost them, and I couldn't bear to lose you." 

The Doctor decided it was a good time to look up; he then noticed she had a single tear rolling down her cheek. The Doctor was shocked by this reaction and ran over, jumped onto the bed and hugged her, holding her tightly not wanting to let go. He breathed in deeply, her slightly damp hair smelt of lavender he liked that. 

"I'm sorry" The Doctor mumbled into her shoulder.

Amy hugged him back, hoping he didn't let go anytime soon. She didn't know why she was crying, she felt a little rejected but it wasn't like it hadn't happened before. It was her fairytale though. She'd grown up with this dream and now she didn't have to imagine, it anymore but in her dream it didn't end like this; she didn't get rejected. She just sighed deeply and brought her hand up between then to wipe away the tear on her cheek. He pulled himself away and put his forehead against hers and simply said,

"Amelia Pond, you're a fairytale to me, you've no idea how much it hurts me to say this, I just can't"

he now had tears in his eyes, but began blinking them away trying not to show his true emotions to her, he thought it would just cause problems so he kissed Amy's forehead and then got off the bed and began to walk slowly out of the room. Amy rushed after him quickly, getting off the bed; she had to stop him from leaving her room. She then grabbed him around the waist, put her lips to his ear and whispered

"I don't care that you're 907, that I'm a fairytale or that this can't happen. I wouldn't do anything that would jeopardize my friendship with you; you've been the only worthwhile thing in my life. I need you now, nothing has to happen, and I just need you." 

The Doctor swivelled round, Amy's arms still around his waist, he gazed into her eyes. He then moved his head closer to hers and he slowly and gently kissed her. His hands were lost, he placed one on her arm,that were still linked behind his back locking him in; the other he cupped her face, stroking her cheek with his thumb. They were both caught up in the moment, Amy began to kiss him back softly. This is what she wanted. This also was what he wanted.