AN: Why do people have to give me ideas? Seriously. Now this is going to be a full-length Eleven/Amy story, with canon-changing events. Such as this chapter.

Rory smiles at me, takes my hand. "I can't believe you're getting a modeling job. Quite the lucky break, right?"

I smile dimly at him. "Very lucky."

They want me to model for a few of the nicer catalogues. If I get famous, they might even let me get my own perfume…

It's the closest I can get to that thrill, that wonderful feeling of being on top of the world, that feeling I got when I was with the Doctor.

My raggedy Doctor…

My agent smiles at me from across the desk. "So, they are going to offer you a contract where you can model for your own perfume! Isn't that a lucky turn of events?"

I smile and nod, try to look professional. Now I have to name the perfume, think of a tagline, think of a scent…

Oh.

If that doesn't get his attention… Well, then, he may as well have given up on me.

I shake myself out of my reverie. "Perfect!" my agent is saying-or rather, yelling. "Absolutely wonderful! Original!"

Did I really say that idea aloud?

"Excuse me?"

I turn around, smile at the little girl.

"Can I get your autograph?"

"Of course!" I bend down, sign a piece of paper in her hand. "I like your headband."

"Thank you," she grins at me, her eyes wide. The little girl runs off, goes to jump excitedly around her mother, chattering at a mile a minute.

As I smile and look up, I see a familiar bow tie disappear around a clothing rack. No… It couldn't be… could it?

I stealthily walk over, ignoring Rory's protests that "the men's clothing is over here!" I carefully look and there he is.

My Doctor. My beautiful, mad, wonderful, impossible, raggedy Doctor.

I watch as he looks at the billboard with my face on it. My perfume.

Petrichor.

For the girl who's tired of waiting.

I can tell he gets it.

Then he turns around-

our eyes meet-

he runs.

Literally dashes off.

Without thinking, I dash after him. Reflex by now. If he's running, you run with him. Despite the fact that oftentimes, he's running towards the monsters.

Maybe there are monsters here.

I skid to a stop in front of someone.

Craig.

Craig!

With a baby!

"Amy!" He yelps. "Wh-why are you here? Did you and the Doctor get separated again?"

"You could say that," I sigh, then wrinkle my nose. "Did you know he needs his nappy changed?"

Craig's face changes into a rather interesting expression of bewilderment. "Who… The Doctor?"

"What? No, your baby!" I laugh at him. The Doctor, wearing a nappy!

Although I wouldn't put it past him.

No, Amelia I tell myself. Don't go there.

"Of course. Even you know more about my baby than I do."

"Hullo, Craig! Listen, the Cybermen are… Oh."

I turn around, laugh delightedly at the sight that awaits me.

My Doctor is back.

"Hello, Doctor."

"… Hello, Pond."

"Don't think you can run off this time. Now… What's this about Cybermen?"

Just like old times.

AN: Don't worry, I haven't forgotten about Rory! Amy has, though... haha... I'm so evil...

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