Author's Notes –

Amy Pond Gets Her Man

By Penmom

Epilogue

If you say please you might get a belated valentine!

On Terran Three in the Abgarham system, I am known as the Red Witch. Throughout the entire Quark Empire, it is said that to see my face is to see your own death. More recently, the inhabitants of the ringed planet of Kushbar have named me the Harbinger of Doom. But seriously, on that particular day, I had a raging headache.

A one would imagine, being the consort of a time lord does lend itself to some degree of notoriety. It doesn't help that we move through space and time as if it is a many storied, three- dimensional construct. I can be in Medieval England one day and the next, see my likeness on a tapestry from the 12th Century AD while walking through some stuffy museum.

I have come to terms with the fact that I am the Harbinger of Doom. Almost universally, I am seen as a world-class bitch goddess. It isn't my fault that calamity follows us like a shadow. We do what we do and we aren't afraid to mix it up time and again. He wouldn't have it any other way.

To my credit, during the 4th century A.D. the island of Crete celebrated me as the benevolent personification of home and hearth. Please take special note of the word benevolent.

Not bad for a Scottish Lass from early 21st century Earth.