Times Will Change [6] (The Parallel Series) ✓

Good Night

Gotta love having two weeks off for easter half term. :D

Enjoy the short chapter

-Ev

The Doctor stood by the doors of the TARDIS with the Stone, neither of the Time Lords had spotted Amy sat on the stairs as they entered the time machine "River!" The Doctor called out, holding the euphonium in his hands. "We'll see you later! Tell Marilyn she's too late, she'll have to use the biplane. Take care!" He headed to the console. The Stone raised a brow noticing the other ginger.

Amy stood up and crossed her hands. "Do you do this every night?"

"Oh! Hello." The Doctor smiled, looking only slightly startled as he moved the euphonium behind his back.

"You're trying to conceal euphonium guiltily," Amy noted. "Has that ever been attempted before?"

"What, oh this," he held out the euphonium as if he hadn't even realised it was there, "oh yeah, it's just one of those um...euphoniums."

"Ok...so is THIS what you do at night when we're sleeping? Have extra adventures?"

The Stones face softened slightly. "Amy we're Time Lords, we don't sleep as much as you, as much as we love the TARDIS and having adventures with you and Rory we do get bored, I got to keep the Doctor entertained somehow."

"Oi!" The Doctor narrowed his eyes at his wife.

"Oh hush you," she replied and batted his hand away, "you know it's the truth."

"But what do you do?" Amy sighed. "Can't you two actually tell me for once." She pleaded, looking from one Time Lord to the other. "You're my friends, my best friends actually, so tell me what it is you do."

"Ok," the Doctor looked at his wife who slowly nodded in permission. "We just helped out a possessed orchestra on a moon base, before that we prevented two supernovas, wrote a history of the Universe all in-jokes-"

"That was his idea." The Stone cut in.

The Doctor rolled his eyes. "Yes, thank you, dear." He muttered.

"Love you." She chuckled in a teasing tone.

The Doctor shook his head, a smirk on his lips. "Then we did a bit of local work in Brixton." He added, looking at Amy. "Lovely practice, very short staffed." He suddenly stopped when noticing the saddened look on Amy's face. "What's wrong?"

"We're such tiny parts of your life aren't we?" She asked as she stood up and walked over to them. "All the friends you make just flicker in and out. You must hardly notice us, the only people you notice are each other."

The Doctor smiled slightly at her comment, it was partly true, the Stone was a huge part of his life, his best friend, but that didn't mean she was the only person he paid any attention to. "Amy you are Rory are enormous parts of our life. And you are all we ever remember."

"Speaking of which..." Amy went on. "My life doesn't make any sense."

"We know."

"That's what I've been trying to talk to you two about."

"We know."

"Like...when I first met you two I didn't have parents. I never had parents." She frowned. "And then you did...whatever it was you did...and rebooted the Universe and, suddenly, I have parents. And I've always had parents. And I remember both lives in my head, both of them, in my head, at the same time."

The Stone crossed her arms. "That's fine isn't it?"

"But it shouldn't be. Why is it fine?"

"Rory was a Roman for 2,000 years." She added with a small chuckle.

"He says he hardly remembers it."

"But sometimes you'll catch him just staring..." The Doctor added. "There are things Amy, everyone's memory is a mess. Life is a mess. Everyone's got memories of a holiday they've couldn't have been on, a party they never went to, or met someone for the first time and felt like they've known them all their lives. Time is being rewritten all around us every day. People think their memories are bad, but their memories are fine. The past is really like that."

"That's ridiculous."

"Yeah, now you're starting to get it!" He grinned then stood up and typed something in the scanner. "Put your hand here." He instructed.

"What is it?" Amy frowned.

"TARDIS telepathic circuits." The Time Lady cut in and turned to the Doctor. "Not sure what the Doctor wants to use them for though."

"All in good time dear." He waved a finger at his wife.

Amy complied with the Doctors instruction and placed her hand on the console. "What do I do?"

"Nothing. Just relax." He looked at the monitor on the scanner. "Your saddest ever memory was..." he frowned, "at a fairground in 1994. Can you remember why?"

"No. Hang on did I...did I drop an ice cream? That can't be my saddest memory."

The Stone snorted and the Doctor narrowed his eyes at her. "Remembering ice cream is always sad."

"Hey, I wasn't judging." She chuckled holding her hands up.

"Hmm." He replied still watching her.

The TARDIS then made a thumping noise, dividing the Doctors attention to the ship rather than his wife.

"Did we just land?" Amy asked. "Where are we?"

"What happened after you dropped the ice cream?" The Doctor questioned, crossing his arms.

"Nothing, I cried. No, no...hang on there was a lady," she frowned, "and she bought me another one."

"Oh, good for her. What did she look like?"

"She looked like she...she had a funny dress," Amy frowned, puzzled, "a nightdress, she had red hair. Doctor...I don't understand. Why are you doing this? What is the point?"

Ignoring the gingers question the Doctor grabbed his wife's hand and they headed to the TARDIS doors. "The nice lady, what did she say to you?"

"Cheer up, have ice cream."

"Amy, time and space are never ever going to make any kind of sense." The Doctor began to explain. "A long time ago you got the best possible advice on how to deal with that. So! I suggest you go and give it!" He opened the doors to a fairgrounds.

"Ok, ok, so I ask you a big important question about life and you're basically telling me to go and buy myself an ice cream." She crossed her arms and walked over to the Time Lords.

"No Amy," the Doctor shook his head. "I'm telling you to go and buy us all ice creams." He grinned and turned to the Stone. "I love fairgrounds."

The Stone chuckled while Amy shook her head. "I hate you two."

"No, you don't." The Doctor replied. "Stone you don't get scared on ghost trains do you?"

"No, why?"

"Well, I get a bit scared." He replied. "Is it ok if I hold your hand?"

The Stone rolled her eyes. "We've been married for more than enough time to ask for permission to hold my hand Doctor."

"I was just asking!" He protested. 

The Stone smiled and kissed her husband's cheek. "Course you can hold my hand sweetheart."