She packed. Again. No, not in Stormcage, those days were far behind her now. No, she carried quite a normal life now, as a writer, after her mother. She thought it would be a good try to understand her. After all, she was her mother. They had to have something common between them. So she wrote; mostly detective stories or picaresque novels, mostly from memories of herself. She liked it, really. She liked she could tell everybody her secrets – without discovering them to anyone who cared. And yes, she'd got something of her mother's talent, 'cause her books were good, people loved them. Well, people who liked old-fashion space-travelling stories. In the 52nd century not many were interested in someone else's daily life. And on her look she was judged by the folks at work. Not if that would bother her, but it seemed quite hard to work in an office where every people who stepped by you laughed at your newly forming novel. It was disturbing.
She's been coming round here since she knew him. Of course, everything was about him. She's been coming to the Luna Colony because of the university – she's been coming to the university because of him. And now she was here again, after so many years, now as a mature woman, working as a writer, and still the odd one out. She always had one single purpuse: to find him. But now, now she just would like to live there, to work there. But there wasn't any change: she lived in a cynical world. She still did not care for fashion and fame, not those other kind of people; they were all the same. And she was different.
This time, her mind was made up: yeah, she's moving on. Writing – she thought – wasn't her real profession. For God sake, she was fine scholar at archeology, why did she think she'd feel right in an editorial office?! No, it wasn't like her spirit was crushed, just she did not belong. Maybe she thought too much. But she had to move on.
It was about the Doctor as well, of course. She missed him. He did not visit in a couple of months. It wasn't his manner, usually he came when he had a tiny little time, but not now. She knew it was about Manhattan. For her, it was a year ago – but for him... She couldn't be sure any time. She only knew she had to find him. And because of this she had to go back to the university. And that meaned: she had to teach. Teach people, students, on something she learned just because of one man. She thought it was ridiculous. Doing so many things just to find him. Sometimes,very rarely she tought she had given enough: she made everything she could to bring him closer, to meet him, be with him. And she tought it right now as well. She did so much, she would sacrifice herself and teach people if it was the only way to find him, but she couldn't do anything more. She was fringe upon her possibilities.
She locked her luggage. She was ready to leave. One silent tear filled with pride she let go. She did everything what she could. She tried to live as normal as possible, but it seemed it wasn't allowed to her. But she tried. And she knew her mum would be proud on her – even when she wasn't good in living silently too. She would now she'd got a heart of gold.
It was quite cold outside, it was a Moon-December when she decided to leave. Before Christmas, she thought. Nobody wanted there a rebel on the holidays. So she took her luggage and in the crispy snow she moved to the airbus-stop. She did not have any clues where to go exactly, just knew out there. The first coming bus she took. It was to the Alfa-Centaury-II, known as 'Green Queen' of planty of its plants and green-fluorescens water. She sat down on the only free seat and sighed deeply.
'What's that deep sigh for, pretty lady?' a quite-known voice said beside her from the covering of a newspaper. She frowned and drew the paper down.
'Hello honey, I'm home.' grinned a well-known face at her. Her automatically reflex was to slap him.
'Ouch!' he cried out 'What was th...'
But he couldn't finish of her suddenly to-his-pressed lips. He kissed her back but looked a bit confused when they parted.
'Urm...' he sraightened his bowtie 'Okay. Could you please explain?'
'The first for not coming recently. The second for coming now.' she looked at him smiling and with a small tear rolling down her cheek. 'You bloody idiot.' She smoothed his face in her hands and kissed him again, now more calm but more passionately.
'Right...' he breathed when they parted.
'How did you find me?' she smiled at him with love.
'Oh wasn't too difficult. Just saw your footsteps in the snow and followed. While you was busy with your luggage I stepped in and found two free seats next to each other so I sat down. Actually, why are you moving?' he frowned.
'Ah, you know...' she shook her head. 'Just stuffs. People at work. Maybe.'
'People at work?!' he lauded his voice. 'Who?! What did they do to you?! What did they say?!'
He raised and looked like a lion who was to defend his marrow. She found it cute and laughed.
'It's okay. I just didn't belong. That's all.'
He frowned edgily but sat back in his seat.
'For your one word...'
'Sweetie, it's okay, really.' she smiled. She missed his affection for her these months.
'Then tell me.'
She sighed and shook her head.
'Sweetie...' she tried.
'No. Tell me. If it's nothing then there's nothing to worry about telling me. So go on.' he commanded. She sighed again and rested her head on the seat's headboard. She slowly began.
'It's just... You know I wrote. Novels. Like mother. Spacey-wacey time-travelling novels; stories that mum told me when we were little. Stories about you and me, time and space... Our adventures. Not really our adventures, no spoilers. But lot of my memories I worked in it. And I loved it. To write.' she stopped. 'Oh that's sounds so childish!' she sighed.
'No! Absolutely not. Go on.'
'Right. So I loved it. It remembered me to mother.' she glanced at him, looking for his reaction. And she found what she was looking for: his eyes went watered and a sad smile was on his lips. She sighed hardly.
'So it's behind you.' she looked at him with love. He nodded and wiped the tears out from his eyes.
'Sorry.' he said. 'Sorry, just your mother... Amelia Pond... She was awsome, you know.' he smiled at her sorrowful.
'Yeah. I know.' she smiled back at him and smoothed his face and grabbed his hand. 'I know...'
They sat there in silence for a time, lost in their own memories of the Girl who waited and the Last Centurion. They owned a special place in four of their hearts, and would never washed out from there.
'Go on.' the Doctor asked after a couple of minuits silence. He squeezed her hand but looked far away of her.
'So I wrote, because of mother. And some said I was good. But not good enough to fascinate my collegues: I just wrote about common things...'
'Like space- and time-travel?' he frowned. She smiled and nodded.
'It's the 52nd century, Sweetie, here everyone knows about space- and timetravel, even they'd never done it. It's if you would write about travelling with train to a 20th century-human. It's quite common. So they started to criticize me. Not my novels, me. 'Cause I wrote well, just not hot topics. But it doesn't matter.' she added when she saw the anger growing in his eyes. 'I just packed in and left. That's all, Sweetie. It's how it works.'
He crossed his arms and frowned.
'I don't think so it should work like that. I bet your stories where more better than theirs.'
'Well...' she smiled 'maybe. Maybe not. It's just about I left. And I'll be okay. I just have to have a holiday and I'll coming back. Not to the editorial office, to the university. I'll write them. I'll teach archeology to people.'
He suddenly bursted out in laugh.
'Seriously? You? Teaching?' he laughted. She frowned and crossed her arms. He went quite in a moment.
'Got a problem with that?' she pulled her eyebrow.
'No. Absolutely not. Just... You and teaching?!' he grimaced.
'I'll cope with the situation.'
'Of course you will, Doctor Song. You always do.' he smiled at her with love. He grabbed her face in his hands and looked deep into her eyes.
'And if anyone want to hurt you, I'll be there to kick their ass and tell them about our adventures and how many races you defeated and how many times you saved their lifes and their grand-grand-grand-parents' life and they'll know you've got a heart of gold.'
She knew it was half-truth but she didn't care at the moment. He leant her in a deep and affectionate kiss and rest his forehead on hers when they parted.
'Thank you Sweetie.' she whispered and kissed him again lightly. He kissed her on her forhead and sat back in his seat. He squeezed her hand and wiped a tear from her eye.
'You deserve so much more than honor. You deserve everything. You deserve the whole universe to be yours.'
She lightly laughed and looked at his face.
'Then you should always saving what's mine.'
'And I would do it with pleasure.' he smiled and kissed her again. She rested her head on his shoulder and he clutched his arm around her. She almost forget those empty months without him.