Story: Holding On
Word Count: 3600
Author's Summary: It was all dreadfully familiar. The fear. The running. The confusion and trust in his companion’s eyes. The cold metal of the fob watch clutched between his fingers.
Characters: Eleven, Amy
Warnings: Explicit Sex
Recc'ed because: A re-imagining of Human Nature but with Eleven and Amy instead of Ten and Martha. Amy is just in the right position to fall in love and is just childish enough to keep things going when she knows she shouldn't. Romantic and hot and poignant and sad, and the love story is so much more doomed for it being Amy and Eleven because she's not only messing with the Doctor's human life, but what she does will have repercussions for when he "comes back", and she knows it.
She still wears the chain around her neck, the precious fob watch dangling heavily at the end of it, resting right against her heart.
It has been three months since she plucked it from the Chameleon Arch, surprised that it was hot, and it almost burned her hands. She didn’t have time to think about it then, only time to stuff it in her pocket and run to where the Doctor had collapsed on the floor, a thin film of sweat across his brow.
Now he smiled at her across a desk piled high with books and math and papers.
“What is it, Amelia, my darling?” he asks standing and walking around to her side of the desk, leaning against it so calmly, the concern in his eyes genuine.
“Nothing,” she says, smiling. “Nothing at all. I was only thinking that it has been three months since we arrived here. It seems like a lifetime.”