That wasn't such a long wait...was it?

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The Followers and Favoriters of the Doctor - FantasticAllons-yGeronimo, SopherGoperroxursox, ddmic, and little

Vilinye - I feel like...thats in Cas's MO...isn't it though?

Quathis - I'm glad you like the cross-over idea! I mean in so many chapters, i might as well try a few, eh? Thanks for the idea!

93 - thanks i rather like to pull the feels out of y'all. It gives me a strange Moffat-type joy.

zaida thorngage- if you like Anthony, you'll like this chapter!

He's my annual Christmas Fic. I hope it fills you with joy (which it probably won't)

I dedicate this chapter to my first and beautiful Doctor, Matt Smith.

Amy Williams was an old woman. She had lived a long, beautiful life but she was old, and she was dying.

Her son knocked on the hospital door four times before coming in. "Mum? You awake?" She was. Barely though. She layed in the slightly raised bed, her tired eyes looking out the window past the trees and past the sky in the way that only people close to death seem to be able to do. She didn't respond in any way, not even a nod of her silver-ginger hair, but Anthony waltzed in anyway.

The man walked over to his mum's bedside and pulled up his usual chair, he noted his mum's untouched fish fingers and pudding on the tray next to the bed before he started to speak, "Mum…Hazel and I were going through the attic…and we found this." Although he knew his mum was hardly conscious he held up the book in his hands for her to see. "Its just a little ol' journal I guess. But its yours and I was reading it and…I thought…you might want to hear it one last time." Anthony felt the tears brimming and he bit his lip to keep them back. It wasn't the end – not yet. And while that heart monitor was still beating, he was gonna make his mother's last moments here the best. And her friend the Doctor had always been the best of her.

"It's titled, 'Reasons I miss the Doctor'…" he chuckled down at the yellowing paper. "You must have made it right after you…" he struggled to remember the proper term his parents used when in public "…moved…to America." Anthony was much too young to remember the first few years that his parents spent in their new time-stream, but as his thumbed the pages of this note-book, he could see the way his mum felt lost and wrong and…like a child. What a list. It wasn't all done in one day…it was done over several years. Each page scrawled with a new date, a new colored pen, some quickly written, some crafted like artwork. The entries spanned over the past almost forty years of her life.

"I'm gonna read it to you mum…alright?" Only her chest heaving to answer.

"Reasons I miss the Doctor.

Doctor Doctor Doctor…I know I'm happy. I know it all worked out. And I know this is how it's supposed to be…me with Rory. But I lay in bed at night under this new sky and sometimes I just…miss things about you.

I had a book like this when I was small. I'm going to recreate that to the best of my memory and add things as I think of them…so here we go.

Mom and Dad think you're not real. But Mels and Rory believe me. So. I always tell Mels how much I miss you and she told me I should write down the things I miss most because that might help me feel better.

So I thought I would try.

This is all Mels' idea. She told me I better give her credit.

I miss your blue pen.

I miss your lopsided hair.

I miss your torn up blue shirt.

I miss you holding my hand.

I miss your blue magic big box with a library and a swimming pool.

I miss your voice.

I miss how you made me feel safe.

I miss your converse.

I miss your walk.

I miss your smile.

I miss your raggedy self."

Anthony began turning pages, each page with a different thought as the years went on.

"I miss the way your hair bounces.

I miss the way you can go from looking like a five year old to so much older than your actual age in just mere seconds.

I miss the monologues you make like you're up on a West End stage.

I miss the way you dance (I don't even have that wonderful wedding video of us dancing together here in this new life)

I miss your awful awful plans…but I miss more how they always seemed to work out.

I miss how thinking of you making out with my daughter makes my skin crawl (no wait…it still does that).

I miss your eyes that no matter how much I looked into them I could never tell what color they were.

I miss the longing, heart-breaking stories of how you missed home.

I miss your stupid face and your dumb chin.

I miss how you insult species when you're upset.

(I'm crying now…my heart is breaking all over again)."

Anthony had to pause to wipe his own tears. He had never met the Doctor, but the way his parents loved him was so powerful that he felt like he had. He took a deep breath.

"I miss our late night horrible singing parties while Rory jammed on the piano.

I miss how sometimes you would try to leave the TARDIS in clothing even more ridiculous then that bow-tie.

I miss that bow-tie.

I miss you're unhealthy obsession with fezzes.

And by the way, fish-fingers and custard don't taste the same without you.

I miss the feeling of your rough tweed on my cheek when I hugged you.

I miss that blue box. Have you changed it since I've left?

I miss the way you scratch your face awkwardly when you're nervous.

I miss how that sad smile of yours could say a million things so silently.

I miss you calling me Amelia. No one ever calls me that anymore.

I miss Geronimo

I miss the way your limbs flair around when you run. Haha.

I miss the way that you talk so fast that I loose tack of the idea two words in.

I miss the dang green screwdriver – do you have any idea how long it took me to into the habit of carrying a key…even before we lived here?

I miss the way you wear your watch backwards…I've started to do that myself you see.

I miss how I would wake up in the middle of the night to a loud noise and it would just be you kicking a football around the TARDIS hallways.

I miss you death-gripping my hand and shouting 'Come Along Pond!'

And "RUN!"

I miss…a whole lot of stuff about you and I'll never in all my life be able to remember or even write them all down. Especially as time flies past in the slow-path way.

But I miss you most of all.

Just you.

Just your essence.

I don't think you'll ever know how much you've done for me, Doctor. How much you've changed me for the better, how I don't dare to imagine my life without you.

Thanks Doctor.

Thanks for dropping out of the sky – my life is everything I could have ever wanted and more because of you.

I'm so happy." Anthony turned the next page. The book seemed to have a proper ending just about, like his mum could feel the sickness coming along. Anthony's breath stopped when he noticed the date of the last entry was the day after his dad had died. He wasn't exactly sure what that meant…but it was significant.

"Mum…I…"

"Mr. Williams?" it was a nurse knocking on the threshold of the door that shook Anthony out of his sentence.

"Yes?"

"Your mum has a visitor."

Anthony glanced at Amy. She was just a hallow shell of herself…chances are she wouldn't recognize the face coming to visit. Chances are she didn't even recognize the man sitting next to her bed right now.

"Fine. Yes. Let them up." he sighed anyway.

The man that came in was tall and thin. He had older, dark eyes and salt and pepper hair. His narrow gaze and pointy nose reminded Anthony of an owl's and his hands were shoved deeply in his pocket as he took long steps across the room.

Anthony stood up to great the stranger he didn't recognize. "Hello. I'm Anthony, um…Amy is my mum…how did you know her?"

The man smiled a crooked smile. "Old friend. Call me…Smith."

"Nice to meet you Mr. Smith," they shook hands. "I'm sorry to say sir…you're a bit late…um…Mum's pretty much…well gone. I wish you had visited before. I'm afraid it's almost done for her. But she's been sick for a long time…and she misses dad. I see it in her eyes." Anthony sat down again. "Did you know Rory?"

The older man nodded as he solemnly leaned over Amy's bedside. "Amelia Pond." He chucked a sad laugh. "Glad you're not gone yet. I walked an awful long way to get here." He leaned in closer, his voice only a whisper, "And it's still rather dangerous for me to be here…You're hanging in there Pond…aren't you? You always were the tough one…tougher than me. I'm glad it all worked out for you Amelia. As you can see…not all of it worked out for me…" The man took his long fingers and ran them over her pale forehead…Anthony noticed his mum's eyes follow the gesture…she seemed to be listening. "Of course it's me Pond…don't look so lost just cause I've got a different face…you know it happens. It happened and. Well…" the man gulped. "I'm fine…no…I'm fine." The man moved in so close to Amy that Anthony wondered whether to stop him or not. The stranger had sat in a chair next to her bedside and got so close to the old woman, so near, almost forehead to forehead. "You always knew what to say and it's killing me to see you so silent. But at least I get to see you…eh? Sorry…still got a gob obviously…some things never change, Amelia."

"I'm sorry..." Anthony hated to interrupt the old friend with the gloomy grin. "But…where did you say you knew each other from?"

The man didn't respond. For a long beat. A long, still beat where even the dust particles seem to hang in the air. The man pulled away from the bedside with tears on his face. He took his lanky fingers and closed the silver-ginger's eyes. That was the end.

He stood up and sniffed. "Made it just in time, I guess." He nodded and took a shaky breath as his eyes traced the tile pattern on the floor.

Anthony's eyes narrowed, "You…you called her Amelia. No one ever called her that…except for…" Anthony paused to consider it "bu...but you don't look…"

The man smiled at Anthony's lost words. His mum was right. That sad smile sad a million things. The man nodded at Anthony and started out the door.

"Wait!" Anthony stopped him at the threshold. "...Doctor?"

He turned around only enough to show his hurting profile to Anthony.

Amy's son picked up her book. "Here…" he held it out. "This is yours."

The Doctor took it and thanked Anthony with a hand shake and another silent smile.

He was a different man now – but the Doctor was the Doctor and Anthony felt beyond honored to be in his presence, even for the little while he was.

Oh the Man with Bow Ties had changed – but he was still ever so just Doctor.

I"M SO NOT READY FOR THIS CHRISTMAS SPECIAL ITS NOT EVEN FUNNY HAHA NOPE NOPENOPE NOPENOPENOPE

Well...writing Capaldi was awful fun...especially since we know nothing even about his Doctor yet! Made me feel a little better about the whole thing...or maybe worse...my feelings are everywhere right now.

I don't care if you think this could actually could happen or not - make it AU if you please.

I won't tell any one to have a happy Christmas...cause I would be a hypocrite as I cry and the sun hasn't even come up yet.

So just Christmas everyone.

CHRISTMAS!

And enjoy The Time of the Doctor. I know I won't. :)

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