Kinda an intro chapter and all. I apologize for the lack of action. Ummm, DISCLAIMER: I don't own it. I just mess around for fun.

It had been twelve years since Amelia Pond with the fairytale name had left her fairytale. At the time, her heart had cracked a little as she watched the Doctor standing in the door of the TARDIS, waving at her, his hair flip falling in his eyes like it always did.

But Rory was right. They had to grow up, and Rory was her new, human fairytale. As she had held his hand that day, she looked over at his short choppy hair and kind smile and felt guilty. There would be things she thought and feelings she felt that she would never tell him because they would hurt.

As much as even Rory insisted, the Doctor thought it best that he not attend their wedding.

"I can never sit still through a whole wedding. I get all antsy, and then that minister fellow always frowns in my general direction. Blimey, do you REALLY want me, the bringer of danger and destruction, at your wedding?"

So now the TARDIS faded into the distance, to another time and space, without Amy and Rory for the first time in two years.

"So then, we have a wedding in—" Rory looked at his watch, "four hours."

Amy had a terrible feeling of loss in her chest that she turned on Rory with the best smile she could give.

"Right! It's our next adventure!" She looked at her own watch. "Yes! I have lots to do, dressing and hair and—"

She threw herself into her wedding, and then her marriage, and then her two children. And now it had been twelve years.

Now she stood in the same spot that the doctor had dropped her off. It was a park, and her youngest child, Asher, was playing with his friends. He was a very energetic eight-year old and already taller than his eleven year old sister. He was the spitting image of Rory aside from Amy's hazel eyes and bright smile.

"Anna, come play, please? You can be 'it.'" Asher stuck out his lower lip at his big sister.

Anna, with fiery red hair and a frail body, looked up at him from her notebook. She smiled in a kind but eerily adult way. "No thank you, Asher."

"Anna never wants to play," Asher's friend Sean complained.

"She only reads all of the time. She's a nerd," another friend named Dean joined in the jeering.

"'Nerd' isn't nice to say, Dean," Amy gave the boys a terrifying look, and they scampered off in fear of reprimand.

Amy watched her beautiful and small daughter, looking for any sign of her taking Asher and his friends seriously.

"Anna, you know that those boys are just being silly, right?" Amy scooted closer to her daughter and put an arm over her shoulder.

Anna shrugged with a smile and peered thoughtfully up at her mother through her bangs.

"Well, by their standards, I suppose I am a 'nerd.' I don't really think it's such a bad thing. I mean, I like being intelligent, and I enjoy learning. They can go be silly while I try to learn something worthwhile."

Anna rambled for a moment and then paused as she realized that her mother was taken aback by her daughter's words. "I'm quite strange, aren't I, mum?"

"Yeah," Amy kissed her on the forehead. "But I love you for it. I'm strange too, you know."

"Yes, mum. I know." Anna laughed and closed her notebook. She watched the distance with a strange glow in her bright green eyes.

"I think the world looks different to me than most people. I wonder if it's because I almost died so much as a little kid."

Poor Anna had been born with physical defects in the form of heart problems. It was almost as though her heart were not strong enough to support her body. The doctors blamed Anna's slow physical growth on the weakness of her body in the early years of her life and all of the medicine and surgery that she had undergone.

"Well, you know what dad always says." Amy shook Anna's shoulders in an affectionate way.

"My brain is so big because I am so small." Anna grinned and then slowly began to frown. "I'm afraid, mum. I'm starting high school in a year and I'm barely four and a half feet tall."

"You know that if you don't want to, I will happily homeschool you. I'm not that great at some things, but I can learn."

Rory hated that Anna was seriously considering going to high school at twelve years old, but without education, Anna was lost. She loved to learn and problem-solve too much to deny her school, no matter how small she was.

"I'm quite prepared in here," she tapped her skull. "But I'm stuck in the body of a nine-year-old."

"I know, my Anna, and I will be right behind you no matter what you do."

I know. I know. No doctor in this chapter. But don't worry, he's commmiiing :D Feel free to throw in any reviews or ideas you guys might have. Reviews are like the fuel to my engine.