First Published – 2012
Original Series broadcast on BBC television
Format ©BBC 1963
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This Story Features the Eighth Doctor as portrayed by Paul McGann and Amy Pond as portrayed by Karen Gillan
It was Two AM on a Thursday in Leadworth. That was when Rory Williams decided to take a nap during his shift at the hospital. It was also when Amelia Jessica Pond heard a sound outside her house. A sound she hadn't heard in years. The Vvworping sound of machinery scraping was the most beautiful sound in the world to her ears. It was the sound of an old friend.
Her heart raced as she ran into the street towards the ancient Police Box, knowing that it was the TARDIS, knowing that he had come back. She opened the doors and saw the console room. Everything was vaguely the same, but it was all different. The floor was wooden instead of modern glass look she was accustomed to and the console itself was almost sleeker and more elegant. There were no random bit bobs and buttons across its surface. Everything seemed purposeful and magnificent.
"Hello," a voice behind her said, "You wouldn't mind telling me how you got here?" Amy turned around to see a tall man with ridiculous long hair, piercing blue eyes and Victorian era clothes that looked like they came straight out of a costume shop. "I'm not really used to being stared at. So could you tell me how you got in here?" he asked with a sense of amazement.
"I'm sorry," Amy said embarrassed, "My name's Amy Pond and I walked through the front door."
"Ahhh," groaned the man, "The front door, of course. I usually lock that, but I must have forgotten again." The man looked at the gorgeous young redhead and said as a smile came across his face, "Nice to meet you, I'm the Doctor."
Amy could not believe what this man had just said to her, he could not be the doctor. If he was her Doctor he would know her and if it was an earlier regeneration then had the Doctor manipulated her for her entire life? She looked at him with her state of shock clearly visible on her face and said, "You are not the Doctor."
"Strange," the Doctor said, "They usually say 'Doctor who?' and I get to say just the Doctor, but you. You seem a bit too comfortable with the TARDIS. No comments on it being bigger on the inside." The Doctor paused to think and finally came up with the realization of what was going on.
"I believe I understand what's going on. You clearly have been in the TARDIS and know me, but I cannot remember you at all. That either means you know a future version of me or my amnesia problem is coming back," said the Doctor, "This definitely has Romana's work written all over it. Miss Pond, Amy, I didn't come here by choice tonight. Something, no someone dragged my TARDIS here for a purpose. I am meant to do something and I believe you are meant to accompany me."
"How am I supposed to help you? I don't know you and you don't know me. You're not even my Doctor," exclaimed Amy.
"You seem to have a lot of faith in your Doctor Miss Pond. Now I'm not exactly sure if that's in my past or in my future, but I need that trust now," responded the Doctor.
The redhead stammered before regaining her composure and saying, "How can I trust you? How can you trust me? We don't even know each other."
The Doctor reached out and pulled the gorgeous woman into a hug. He whispered into her ear, "I've trusted you before in my past or future and I've found I'm a pretty good judge of character in all my incarnations. That's how I know I can trust you." He sighed and took a deep breath as he pulled away from Amy. He held onto her shoulders and looked her in the eyes and said, "I'm the same Doctor you used to know or will know, either way I still am your Doctor. That is why you should trust me."