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Whofic: The Other Choice

Title: The Other Choice
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~1,700
Warnings/Spoilers: Indirect spoilers for everything up to 5x07
Summary: Amy's future self pops by with a message, and ends up revealing a bit more than she'd meant to.  Set sometime after 5x07.
A/N: Because "Amy's Choice" made me sad.  (In other news, shiny new fandom is shiny!)

More seriously, I'm really quite new to the 'Who fandom, and I'm sure I don't have the voices quite right yet, so constructive criticism is most welcome!


:: the other choice ::


“Oh. You’re not supposed to be here.”

Amy stared at the stranger who had just materialized in the TARDIS, finding herself completely without words, which was a first, for her. She opened her mouth and closed it again in complete failure to produce a response, and probably would have been embarrassed by her fish-like behaviour if she wasn’t too busy being stunned.

She flicked a look at the Doctor, who was watching the visitor closely from the other side of the TARDIS console. Probably sensing her gaze, he turned and shot her a grin of pure glee. She could only give him an overcome look in response, because this inexplicable stranger really did look an awful lot like Amy Pond.

“Although, it’s not exactly surprising that he messed up again,” the disturbing person continued. “So, what? How much am I off this time? Five years? Fifteen? Maybe negative numbers so I’m now in the future instead of the past and you all know what I’m about to say before I say it?” A thoughtful pause. “Actually that would brilliant, I could—no.” The stranger shook herself and gave Amy a stern look. “What year is it? How old are you?”

Amy didn’t bother asking why she – it? – would need to know; she was becoming very familiar with the headaches involved in time travel. “When I left it was 2010, I guess it still is. I’m twenty-one.”

Her doppelganger grinned at her. “Good. That’s good. That’s perfect. Well, almost, but at least I’m early enough.”

“Early enough for what, exactly?” the Doctor spoke up finally, stepping around the TARDIS’s console to confront the ginger woman directly.

“Oh, just a warning. You’ll know when you see it, but just – don’t press the red button. It’s the blue one you want.”

The Doctor, incredibly, didn’t look at all confused by this. He nodded and seemed about to say something, but Amy had had enough of standing in silent astonishment.

“Wait, hold on,” she interrupted, stepping closer to the visitor herself. “Just who are you?”

“I’m you, of course,” the stranger grinned. “Amelia Pond. I thought that was obvious.”

Amy blinked. “You’re…me? From…the future? But how…the Doctor said that was impossible.”

“We never did follow rules well,” Amelia laughed. “I’m a little…different. There are exceptions. I can’t do it for long though, he said I’d only have five minutes…” She glanced at the watch on her wrist – which did not, by the way, look anything like a normal watch – and gave a long suffering sigh. “…which has already passed. And oh, look, I’m still here. What a surprise.” This last was growled at the Doctor, who gave her his most innocent stare.

Something else glinted on Amelia’s hand, and Amy’s mind flashed to the decision looming before her, as it often did these days. She thought she’d already made her choice – to the extent that she actually had a choice, because it’s not like the Doctor would let her grow old in the TARDIS – but that didn’t ease her dread of the event itself. Knowing the shape of the cage didn’t change her eventual imprisonment. And doubtless that thought would break Rory’s heart if he was ever privy to it – which he wouldn’t be, because she did love him and didn’t want to hurt him, he was her best friend – but after tasting freedom and adventure with the Doctor she couldn’t think of her impending marriage as anything else. Sometimes it seemed like everything she was, her entire life and the person she’d become, was because of him; because he’d crashed into her shed when she was seven and said five minutes when he really meant twelve years, and had made her wait and dream and never be satisfied with what her normal life could offer her. It was his fault she thought marrying an amazing man like Rory was settling, his fault that her wedding day would probably be the unhappiest day of her life, and he wouldn’t even offer her another option.

She had grown up, during those fourteen years of waiting. And grownups knew that happiness didn’t last; that in the end, fairytales just weren’t real.

And so she noticed the ring on Amelia’s finger with a distant sort of resignation, because the Doctor’s ability to use her as an impossible, trans-temporal messenger notwithstanding, apparently she’d gone through with it.

The ring was abruptly hidden from her stare by Amelia’s second hand as she reached down to fiddle with it self-consciously. “I guess I should’ve taken this off, eh?” Amy raised her eyes to Amelia’s, and she didn’t know what her future counterpart saw there, but it made her eyes soften. “It’s not what you think.”

“What is it then?” Amy asked dully.

“It’s…” Amelia flailed a bit. “I shouldn’t be telling you this. Right, Doctor? Shouldn’t you be telling me to shut up right about now?”

Amy turned to regard the Time Lord, curious herself about why he was being so quiet. She found him leaning on the console of the TARDIS, regarding them both with blatant fascination.

“No, no,” he said, waving a hand in their direction. “No. Your whole existence is contingent on events occurring in the same fashion as they did for you, or rather continuing to occur. Nothing you say can alter the timestream significantly, because in order for events to change you need to exist, and in order for you to exist the events cannot change, and, well…wibbley wobbley, timey wimey.” He hooked his thumbs under his suspenders and leaned more fully against the TARDIS. “Please, continue.” His eyes practically shone with delight.

Both Ponds stared at him for a long moment while the implications of that sunk in. When they turned back to each other in perfect sync, wearing identical expressions equal parts wonder and exasperation, Amy was struck with the sudden conviction that this person before her really was herself. Really.

Really, really.

It was more than a little unnerving.

Amelia cleared her throat. “Well then. I don’t know how this works, but I guess something will stop me if I’m about to say something dangerous?”

“What I’d like to know,” the Doctor piped up again, completely ignoring the reasonable question, “is how this is possible.”

“Oh,” Amelia said, looking nonplussed. “I doubt I can tell you that. But it’s because…well, I’m not completely human.”

Amy’s mind stalled.

Wot?” Apparently the Doctor’s had done something similar.

“Anymore,” Amelia rushed to clarify. “I was. She is. It was…an accident, sort of.”

“Explain,” Amy demanded, probably beating the Doctor by about a millisecond.

“It’s do to with the cracks. And him, but then everything’s always his fault anyways.” The Doctor looked vaguely affronted at that, but was too interested to interrupt. “I was seven, and I slept a meter away from a crack for months. It forged a…connection, or something. Then he crashes into my shed, and suddenly I’m living a completely different life, on a path I was never supposed to be on. It gets complicated here, but as near as I can understand it I’d already lived that other life – something about time being circular – and my going off and doing something completely different didn’t really fit. So the universe tried to split, to accommodate it, only it just cracked instead.

“The day of my wedding…” Amelia trailed off, her mouth moving soundlessly for a few moments before understanding dawned. “Right. Well, something happened, and I was a bit key. The end result is me. I guess I’m still human, technically, but I’m outside of time.”

Amy risked a glance at the Doctor to see if he was following, but the wonder on his face was almost too powerful to look at. She looked back to Amelia.

“So…what does that mean then?”

Amelia shrugged, as if she was informing Amy about the weather rather than future life-changing events. “Time doesn’t affect me anymore. I don’t age. Most time travelling rules don’t apply to me. That sort of stuff.”

“You’re immortal?” Amy squeaked. She felt almost ridiculous saying it, because Time Lords and Weeping Angels she could accept, but now she was talking about herself, Amy Pond, the Girl Who Waited, and this just wasn’t possible.

“More or less,” was the impossible reply. “I can still be killed, of course, like you. But I won’t just…wither away.”

Hope – ridiculous, insane hope was fluttering to life in Amy’s chest. “You can’t have married Rory. Not after…”


“So then…” Amy was focused on the ring now, like nothing else existed at the moment besides her and that simple golden band. She didn’t think she was even blinking.

The silence stretched on, and eventually Amy managed to rip her eyes up to meet Amelia’s. Her future self gave a tiny smile.

“I can’t say.”

But the smile that glittered on her face and the way her eyes travelled minutely towards the TARDIS console told Amy more than enough. It told her she did have another option, after all. She felt like she was waking from a bad dream. The universe was filled with glittering possibilities again, her future stretching out in an endless horizon of adventure and excitement and maybe, just maybe, love. Amy decided it was quite nice having a future she could look forward to.

Suddenly the woman in front of her grew blurry and Amy’s hand was half raised to rub at her eyes when she heard Amelia’s gasp of surprise. Her counterpart came into focus again, and then blurred, and then returned. The process reminded her of the TARDIS, actually, when it had disappeared before her eyes when she was seven, and again at nineteen. She felt an inexplicable urge to reach out and stop her.

“River Song,” the Doctor stated, seemingly apropos of nothing. “All lies?”

“Not quite,” Amelia corrected, her voice fading in and out weirdly with her appearance, at times normal and at others as if she were speaking from a great distance. She disappeared entirely for a moment, and Amy thought she would leave them with that, but she wasn’t finished. She reappeared in blurry focus one last time and her words, when they came, were no more than a distorted whisper.

“Time can be rewritten.”



( 25 comments — Leave a comment )
May. 17th, 2010 07:43 am (UTC)
First comment, woot!
I like how optimistic this feels. <3
May. 17th, 2010 07:28 pm (UTC)
Yay, optimism was definitely what I was going for. Thanks for the comment! (Also, icon <3!)
May. 17th, 2010 09:59 am (UTC)
brill, lovely story and great characterisation :) i really enjoyed it!
May. 17th, 2010 07:30 pm (UTC)
Woo, thanks! I was really worried about the characterization here (new fandoms suck like that), so I'm glad you think it was okay. :D
May. 17th, 2010 01:12 pm (UTC)
Ohhhhhh ... love it. Time can be rewritten. Gave me goosebumps. How about a little coda to it?
May. 17th, 2010 07:35 pm (UTC)
Hehe thanks, I do love that line. ^^ A coda...hmm. It wanted to end there for now, and I'm afraid if I continue it'll turn into some sprawling epic monstrosity. Which will never get finished. >.< We'll see, lol. XD
May. 17th, 2010 02:30 pm (UTC)
Awesome. I love that this is a fix it fic that doesn't bash Rory. Really great job. Now to make it canon. ;)
May. 17th, 2010 07:38 pm (UTC)
I can't bash Rory...Rory's awesome. Just not with Amy. ;P Thanks so much for the comment! If only it could be cannon...
May. 17th, 2010 08:08 pm (UTC)
Rory's awesome. Just not with Amy.

Cannon would be epic but either way we've got fannon now. ;)
May. 18th, 2010 06:29 pm (UTC)
This is exactly what fannon's for. ;D

(And OMG, you're icon is hilarious!)
May. 18th, 2010 04:48 pm (UTC)
Haha, Now to make it canon Quite. I agree with all of the above - I don't particularly adore Rory, but I think they have to deal with him nicely (not like Mickey) before they get Eleven and Amy sorted out :D (Which will never happen, but sssh, what are shipper goggles for!?)

Loved it - loved the mystery, loved the wedding ring hints (SQUEEE) and loved the characterisation - it seemed really real to me. And I liked how you implied she made that choice for Rory because it was really the only one she had - the Doctor wouldn't allow her another one.

Thanks so much for sharing! Optimistic!fic is what we all need to live on :)
May. 18th, 2010 06:24 pm (UTC)
Haha, it seems optimistic!fic is all I'm capable of writing, so that works out well then. XD I honestly don't know how they'd deal with Rory nicely though, other than something like this happening - which won't, of course, because, well, status quo. *sulks* It scares me a bit when I consider where they're going with all this though...the only consolation being that Amy Pond is returning in S6, so things can't go completely to hell. (Right?)

Glad you liked it, and that you liked my version of the choice dilemma - that's the only way I can see it, because otherwise it just doesn't make sense. Thanks so much for commenting!
May. 19th, 2010 05:11 pm (UTC)
Has it been *definitely* confirmed that she's staying on for S6? It's not just a rumour or something? I think it has, but I keep getting scared, especially with the whole wedding plans for ep 13... :(

Also, do you know if Rory is going to leave the two of them alone again for a few eps or is he with us for the rest of the series? *hopes for the former*

Yeah, I really don't see how they can have her travelling with the Doctor married to Rory, but without him, so unless Rory is going to be a constant companion for S6 (!) then surely they're going to have him decide (or Amy!) that he doesn't want to go through with the wedding?? I can kind of see Moffat doing a "jilting at the altar" thing at the very end of the series, after the universe has imploded and all hell has broken loose, as usual.

Sorry, I'll shut up now :D
May. 19th, 2010 05:40 pm (UTC)
Hehe, don't be sorry, long comments are fun. ^^

I'm pretty sure it's official...Wiki cites the information as coming from the Doctor Who Magazine, and I haven't heard otherwise anywhere. Also, if you look at the cast listing on Wiki for "Vincent and the Doctor" (the episode following the two-parter up next), Rory is suspiciously absent, which I can only assume is a Good Thing. =D I like him, but I really am more than ready for him to leave.

He BETTER not be back for S6, that would just...ugh. We do know that the universe *will* likely implode or some such at the wedding (gotta love those cracks), and I can't think of a better reason to postpone (CANCEL) a wedding. ;D And Moffat's writing it, so it's got to be good! Yeah, I can totally see him making Amy run off at the last second. xD
May. 20th, 2010 09:50 pm (UTC)
Oh THANK GOD. I shall cling onto that fact with all my strenght :) And good Rory's going in a bit. I'm like you, I like him, but... more Eleven/Amy times plz :D

Yeah, that's such a Moffat thing to do.... I bet he's going to do something entirely different and really disappoint us now! I'm sure we'll love it whatever he does :)
May. 17th, 2010 04:46 pm (UTC)
Ooh, very interesting!
These lines could have been said in the show: “And oh, look, I’m still here. What a surprise.”
“I shouldn’t be telling you this. Right, Doctor? Shouldn’t you be telling me to shut up right about now?”

Great work!
May. 17th, 2010 07:39 pm (UTC)
Yay, so glad you think so! :DD Thanks for the comment!
May. 17th, 2010 05:47 pm (UTC)
Hee! I'm full of happy right now. And not a lot of words. Totally not going to happen, but oh man, how cute/sweet would it be? I was determined NOT to ship Amy/Eleven when I started out with this new series because look how well that sort of thing turned out for Nine and Ten? BUT THEY DIDN'T LISTEN TO ME. THEY SHIP THEMSELVES. Ugh. I love it, haha.
May. 17th, 2010 07:52 pm (UTC)
I know, right?! I wasn't even planning to seriously watch the new series, and then THIS. And now I've probably just signed myself up for endless fix-it fic for all the inevitable heartbreak. Gah. But what can you do. They do ship themselves, and I love them for it. ;D

Thanks for the comment!
May. 17th, 2010 08:41 pm (UTC)
Ah, I loved this! You've got them down really well, I think, which is why I never even tried to write the Doctor.

But this was just brilliant. Made me all warm and fuzzy inside. ;>
May. 18th, 2010 06:12 pm (UTC)
Oh, I know - the Doctor is such an intimidating character to write. Thank gods for companion POVs! ;D

Always glad to create warm fuzzies, thanks for the comment! ^^
May. 18th, 2010 03:40 am (UTC)
this is wonderful.
May. 18th, 2010 06:13 pm (UTC)
*grins* Hehe, thanks!
May. 18th, 2010 10:53 pm (UTC)
Hee, so nice to read optimistic!fic after Amy's Choice (I was quite depressed after I watched it the first time ;P). Too bad this won't ever happen in canon, but at least we have fanon, and you did a great job writing it! I love future Amelia and her (affectionate) exasperation for the Doctor miscalculating things.

Thanks for writing and sharing this! =D
May. 19th, 2010 05:30 pm (UTC)
Yeah, it depressed me too, the stupid episode. :( Glad to be able to cheer you up a little! And I love how...error-prone this Doctor is, and how Amy will never stop forgiving him for it. ;D

Thanks for commenting!
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