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25 November 2011 @ 09:50 pm
Fic: Jolly Holiday (DW)  
Title: Jolly Holiday
Rating: G
Fandom: Doctor Who/Mary Poppins
Characters: Eleven, Amy Pond, Mary Poppins, Bert
Spoilers: Series 5
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own a thing. This is just for fun. Matt Smith writes fanfic, and so can I.
Summary: There was something truly wonderful about the idea of the Doctor meeting up with a long lost friend. At least, Amy hoped they’d been friends.
Author's Notes: You have no idea how excited I am about this possibility. I really am. My first legit DW fanfic, so please let me know what you think. Thanks to leiascully for looking this over.

Jolly Holiday

Amy was starting to sense just when the TARDIS would land.
She licked her lips in anticipation of what was waiting outside those doors, wiping her hands on her short skirt, nearly skipping to the door.

“Hold on, there not so fast!” the Doctor stopped her in her tracks. “That’s Victorian London out there, 1892! I don’t want unnecessary attention drawn to us based on the fact that you’re showing more than your ankles.” The Doctor finished buttoning a waist coast before he motioned to the wardrobe room. “Go on, Pond.”

“What, afraid that the Queen will ‘not be amused’?” Amy asked, putting on her best high class accent as she raced past the Doctor to change.

She didn’t see his face grow sad as it would sometimes, completely missed something that he mumbled under his breath as she pawed through the hundred of fabrics.

Finally selecting something that didn’t completely choke her to death, Amy adjusted the small hat on her head with a giggle. “Well, whad’ya think?”

The Doctor smiled at her, any previously present melancholy tucked away as he extended his arm and tipped his top hat. “Very cool.”

Amy and her Doctor walked out of the TARDIS into Hyde Park in London midday. They stepped through the brush from where the TARDIS had landed and onto one of the walkways where many Londoners were already taking their leisurely strolls....and staring at the pair of them.

Amy wondered at the stares for a minute, self-consciously adjusting her hair. “Doctor, why are they starin’?” she asked.

“Not sure,” the Doctor answered, doing his best not to draw more attention to themselves as he eyed the people around them. He was beginning to get an inkling of what was wrong when he caught sight of all the bowler hats. “It’s possible that this is not 1892.”

Amy’s fingers on his arm tightened as she caught looked at the women that were NOT wearing large bustles and small hats as she was, their upturned noses and dresses that did NOT drag on the floor making her feel every bit the stranger that didn’t belong. Normally, this wasn’t a bad thing, but right at this minute it was making her cheeks flush.

The Doctor decided right then to leave her side, peering at a man reading the newspaper on a nearby bench. The man didn’t notice as the Doctor leaned over and read the date on the front page of the paper.

“No, not 1892 at all,” he said, rubbing his hands together as he did whenever he was nervous. “In fact, it’s 1910.”

Now Amy knew she was blushing. “What do you mean, 1910?”

“Ah well,” the Doctor said with a shrug of his shoulders and a readjustment of his top hat. “Nothing to done, then. We’re already here, we’re dressed. Might as well make the most of it!”

“No, Doctor, that’s not a’right. Can’t we just just pop back into the TARDIS and change?” Amy was panicking a bit, but something had seemed to catch the Doctor’s eye.

“Don’t be silly, you look marvelous. Come along, Pond,” he said, tucking her hand in the crook of his arm and walking them further into the Park, his pace and direction with purpose now.

“No, wait, Doctor!” Amy tried to protest, checking the tone of her voice as more people turned to look at them. “What happened to not drawin’ attention to ourselves?”

“Rubbish, where’s the fun in that?” the Doctor answered distractedly, increasing their pace slightly. “If anyone asks, we’re actors in a play or something and are in costume. Which is mostly true.”

Amy chewed at her bottom lip a bit, deciding that it was better to just go along with it and try to enjoy the park that was so different from the times that she’d seen it in her lifetime. It seemed greener than she’d been expecting, much more real than all those black and white photographs she’d seen in history tomes. She wasn’t sure why she always seemed to expect for the past to be sepia toned monochromatic, but looking around at the very real sunlight pouring through the very green trees made her smile to herself. Travelling to her own world was sometimes just as fun as discovering a new one.

The Doctor was turning them around the paths in the park, seeming to be in some sort of hurry until he abruptly stopped and ducked them both behind some shrubbery.

“What?” Amy asked, surprised at the change and feeling her heart begin to beat faster. “What’s goin’ on? Aliens? Monsters?”

“Neither,” he answered, peering between the leaves at something just on the other side. “Or both, I suppose. Depends on your perspective.”

Amy propped her chin on his shoulder, trying to get a look at what he was looking at through the foliage. “What is it, then?”

He didn’t respond right away and Amy was struggling to understand. Nothing beyond the shrubs looked terribly out of the ordinary. There was a man on the sidewalk, very intently drawing on the ground with some chalk, his artistic renderings lined up neatly on the cement blocks. He stood up then, dusting his hands as he admired his own work, a crooked smile pulling his features. Amy continued to watch this man just as the Doctor was doing, trying to find anything that was extraordinary about him. He was tall and lanky, features still young with a look of unpolished charm about him. He didn’t look like the other men in the park that day. This was a working man, someone who was just trying to get by, but still managed to smile. Why the Doctor would find him fascinating was beyond her. She was about to say so when suddenly, the man was approached by a woman and two children.

Amy watched as the man’s face lit up at the sight of them, the woman in particular. She didn’t look that extraordinary either, still young looking but very serious in her dark dress and coat. The only thing that betrayed a bit of flair was the small but colorful decoration of her small hat. The man was showing the children his paintings, proud to show off his work even as he was sneaking glances at the woman. Her pleasant face was graced by a genuine smile and Amy thought that this must be the person that the Doctor was really interested in. Something about the woman was...intriguing and Amy did like a good mystery.

“Who’s that, then?” she asked the Doctor in a whisper, tired of looking over his shoulder and finding her own spot to peek through the foliage.

“That, my dear Amelia, is a Time Lady,” he answered, a bit of wonder in his voice and Amy noticed the smile on his face.

“A Time Lady? I thought there were no Time Ladies, jut Time Lords.”

“Don’t be silly, of course there’s Time Ladies. What do you think we all just popped out of the ground like some sort of bean?” the Doctor tisked at Amy but didn’t pull his gaze away from the people just beyond the hedges. The man seemed now to be imitating some sort of rowing action as the children giggled at the game.

“So you’re not the last of them, then?” Amy went on, excitement growing within her. “There is more of you out there after all!” There was something truly wonderful about the idea of the Doctor meeting up with a long lost friend. At least, Amy hoped they’d been friends.

They must have not been, given the look on the Doctor’s face just then. It was sad. Infinitely sad.

“No,” he said softly. “I’m the last. The rest are....gone. All gone.”

Amy lifted a brow. “No, you’re not. You just said, there’s a perfectly real, very much ‘here’ Time Lady right in front of us. You should go and say hello.”

“I can’t,” he said curtly. “And no, they’re gone. They’re all gone. This is just a time stream where she did exist.”

“Which...is...now,” Amy said carefully, trying speak slowly to him as if he really was as thick as he was acting right now. Why wasn’t he jumping at the chance to talk to someone of his own kind?

“Things are running in her time stream, and I’m not in it,” the Doctor insisted, his eyes still fixed on the people in front of him. “In reality, she doesn’t exist anymore. Gone. One of the first, really.”

Amy frowned as she considered this new information. “So, you do know her. I mean, you knew her? Once?”

“Yes, well, a long time ago. She’s the Nanny,” he explained, his voice taking on a quality she’d heard only a handful of times from him before. It was heavily laden with sadness and melancholy and inevitably made her want to cry. “You see, we were a small little group, those of us who really liked Earth. Surprisingly, most Time Lords considered humans to be childish and predictable. But there were a few of us who knew just how brilliant you lot were.”

His lips pulled up in a small smile again. “She’s the one who brought me here to Earth for the first time, on holiday. A ‘jolly holiday, Doctor’, she’d said. Quite smart, that one. Simply brilliant. And of course she was right. She always was, you know. In fact, she was practically perfect.”

Amy looked back at the woman, the Nanny. The children were asking something now, begging her to consent even as the man (“Bert”, Amy was able to just catch his name) made a pleading face along with the children.

“She decided to stay here, you know. Said that the children needed her. Even took on a proper name. Mary Poppins.

Amy perked up at this. “Are you kidding? Mary Poppins? That’s really Mary Poppins?” Amy’s eyes teared up again, this time in excitement as she observed the person that had made up a part of childhood stories. “She was real? And... a Time Lady?”

“Of course, she was real, just look at her!” the Doctor said with pride. His voice dropped so that he was almost speaking to himself. “Just look at her go.”

Mary Poppins seemed to have given in to whatever they were asking for but seemed to be very adamant about going about it her way. She had stepped over to the side of the chalk drawings so the four of them were standing in a straight line and holding hands. Her sharp chastisement of the boy’s posture seemed harsh, but Amy saw a sparkle in her eyes as she met Bert’s. And before the next time Amy blinked, they seem to have disappeared, nothing but a puff of colored chalk having been lifted in the air.

“Oi, what happened, where’d they go?” Amy exclaimed.

“Simple vortex manipulation,” the Doctor replied, stepping away from the hedge and straightening his waist coast. “Off on another jolly holiday.” He smiled quite widely at Amy as he offered her a hand to step away from the bushes. “Speaking of which, we should get back to ours.”

“Wearing the wrong clothes,” Amy commented.

“Pish posh,” the Doctor said with the wave of his hand. “We look fabulous.” With that he tipped his top hat at a passing group of young ladies who giggled as they walked by. Amy smiled too and slipped her arm through her Doctor’s, willing (as always) to go where he led.

Current Mood: anxiousanxious
kag523 on November 26th, 2011 06:13 am (UTC)