[OOC] Secret Santa 2010

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Dear Santa,

Thanks so much for doing this ♥ I am super excited! I'm sure you'll do fabulously!! Oh, and if you have any questions, ask away! I am at your beck and call, love.

Love,
Timmy

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Happy Hols! A bit of a teaser should have been sent to your ooc journal. Some LJ tokens to start off this Santavaganza!

[(Anonymous)]

Amy remembered the first wedding day she'd ever pretended to have.

She'd gone upstairs and made herself up with her aunt's makeup. She wasn't allowed in her aunt's room, but rules were debatable when there was fun to be had. She carefully applied her aunt's lipstick, smearing carefully, making sure it all stayed between the lines. She'd seen a lot of kids mess it up. She wasn't going to do that. When Amelia Pond set out to do something, she took it seriously.

She cut holes in an old tablecloth for her head and arms, slipped her feet into her aunt's second best shoes, and carefully hobbled down the stairs. Rory was waiting for her. He was just starting to get gangly then, she remembered. A little out of the shape he was supposed to be. They'd amended the Raggedy Doctor costume just for the occasion, tried to make him look a little less raggedy. Amelia had been sure that the Raggedy Doctor would get dressed up if he was to come to her wedding anyway, not that she'd really want to marry him. He was a bit old for her. Besides, he was far too flighty to be husband material.

It hurt that nobody had believed her. That she had to speak to all those adults with the soothing voices about him, that all that she had of him were the costumes she put on Rory and the drawings she drew late at night, so she'd never forget him. She'd read Peter Pan. When you grew up, you stopped believing in magic, in Neverland, in all the things that made life interesting. She didn't want that to happen to her. She wrote and drew reminders whenever she could, kept them in her suitcase.

Only Rory believed her. He didn't say he believed her, but he listened to her, added his own thoughts. He was a bit older than her, but Amelia had liked him anyway. He was easy to boss around, and when she wasn't bossing him around she found he was easy to talk to. When she'd come home angry from yet another therapist telling her that the Doctor was just a phase she would grow out of, he would sit and listen to her talk about it.

So she'd decided they would get married. And it wasn't going to be a nonsense affair, she was going to dress properly and so was he. Amelia had only ever been to one wedding, one where the whole village was invited and she'd had to wear an uncomfortable dress. She didn't really remember the vows. Rory did, and he told them to her solemnly. She wasn't sure about the one about telling her she looked nice when she was wearing pyjamas was a real one, but the others sounded genuine enough. He would pass. He could marry her, Amelia thought, as she gave him a lipsticky kiss on the cheek to seal the deal.

She had wanted to marry someone who was kind enough to believe. As she'd grown up, long-legged and long-haired, the boys in Leadworth began to take an interest in her. They were the same boys who had used to call her an idiot and whisper behind her back, so she ignored them. Amelia thought that bearing a grudge wasn't as bad a thing as people thought it was. It meant you wouldn't get hurt in the same way twice. Rory came to see her now and then, though he was finishing his A levels and he was really too busy to bother with her. But he never said that. They never played the Raggedy Doctor game anymore. Neither of them really mentioned it, except when he lightly teased her and she made him suffer for it.

Amelia was afraid of growing up. She didn't want to realise one day that what all those adults had said was true, that the Doctor was just a phase, that he had never existed at all. That she had been dreaming. That she was crazy. Some nights, she didn't think about it at all. She talked on the phone to the friends she had begun to have, made her own tea the way she always had, watched the television. Other nights, she stared out at the shed, willing him to just come back and validate every piece of suffering she had ever had in her life.

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Little Amelia Pond! So sorry to be late again! Had a red bicycle to get to a twelve-year old. But here you go!