"Hey, if no one works in HR, no one is sending out the checks to pay the rest of us. Besides, I think everyone's got some job out there they're really love. The hard trick is finding it. Rory found it right off. Maybe it was all my talking about the Doctor when we were kids, but long as I could remember, he's wanted to be a nurse." Hindsight, that should have given her quite a few clues. Didn't. Shame, that.
"Everyone wants to take my picture," she said with a grin. "But I'd say more like a panther and a wolf. You've got your own beauty, kid, don't compare it to mine." She shook her head then braced on the bar. Yep, definitely a bit too much wine, there. "You've got the whole blond cheerleader thing going for you. Perky and cheerful and bubbly. I grew up ginger in Leadworth. With this accent. Well, it was thicker when I was a kid, I guess, but not by much."
"Maybe it's different face? Dunno. I mean, Mels.... God. Mels could not ever keep out of trouble. Rory and I were always bailing her out of one mess or another. Literally once she swapped detention for juvie. She was running late, so she, as she put it, took a bus. She stole a bus. Because she was running late. Always always getting herself in trouble, needing someone to bail her out. As River? She busts herself out of jail whenever she gets bored. Her idea of needing a rescue is giving the Doctor coordinates so she can jump out of a spaceship or off a building to land in the Tardis." Could it really be that she was that special? Nah. Had to be a change in him. Had to be.
"We all get scared," Amy said with a shrug. "Serves that he should too. And we all do stupid things when we're scared. I... might have driven off a cliff. Whole other story. Anyway... Yeah, if he dropped you there because he's stupid scared, we'll set him straight, find a way to make things work somehow." Total drunk confidence. Sadly, she'd have the same confidence sober.
"Hey," Amy said gently, a hand on Rose's shoulder. "Listen. We're all brave in different ways, but even the bravest of us get scared sometimes. And sometimes... the more scared we are to lose a thing, the more it means we love that thing, and that's something."
Did... that make sense? She wasn't sure.
"Daleks." She sighed a bit and stirred her tea. "You know, one Dalek once said to him that maybe the reason they can never find it in themselves to finish him off is cause they find his hatred too beautiful. But...." She leaned back. "Well, thing is, they don't remember him any more. Guess that puts him in as much danger from them as the rest of us. Apparently he got erased out of their hive mind or whatever." She wanted more wine. Tens of thousands of Daleks, trying to figure out who we were, what the Tardis was and what we were doing on their ship right after one of their planets exploded. And they were the ones who sent us down in the first place."
Amy snorted. "Your mum slapped him? So did River. Not sure I like that comparison. Rory decked him once. Told me about it later. Apparently the Doctor wanted him to. To prove he was human enough."
She nodded. "There you go. Corse you can. You find those cracks and you use them to come on home. Of course, you do that and you bring the other Doctor, you will have to bring him to meet River in Jail. Maybe that's the birthday she told Rory about."
"Venice. They came through one of the cracks. Big freaky fish aliens that decided it was better to let people think they were vampires than tell the truth. Tried to turn me into one, in fact." She pulled down the collar. "You can still see the hickey." There was nothing there. But she was drunk. And amusing herself.
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"Everyone wants to take my picture," she said with a grin. "But I'd say more like a panther and a wolf. You've got your own beauty, kid, don't compare it to mine." She shook her head then braced on the bar. Yep, definitely a bit too much wine, there. "You've got the whole blond cheerleader thing going for you. Perky and cheerful and bubbly. I grew up ginger in Leadworth. With this accent. Well, it was thicker when I was a kid, I guess, but not by much."
"Maybe it's different face? Dunno. I mean, Mels.... God. Mels could not ever keep out of trouble. Rory and I were always bailing her out of one mess or another. Literally once she swapped detention for juvie. She was running late, so she, as she put it, took a bus. She stole a bus. Because she was running late. Always always getting herself in trouble, needing someone to bail her out. As River? She busts herself out of jail whenever she gets bored. Her idea of needing a rescue is giving the Doctor coordinates so she can jump out of a spaceship or off a building to land in the Tardis." Could it really be that she was that special? Nah. Had to be a change in him. Had to be.
"We all get scared," Amy said with a shrug. "Serves that he should too. And we all do stupid things when we're scared. I... might have driven off a cliff. Whole other story. Anyway... Yeah, if he dropped you there because he's stupid scared, we'll set him straight, find a way to make things work somehow." Total drunk confidence. Sadly, she'd have the same confidence sober.
"Hey," Amy said gently, a hand on Rose's shoulder. "Listen. We're all brave in different ways, but even the bravest of us get scared sometimes. And sometimes... the more scared we are to lose a thing, the more it means we love that thing, and that's something."
Did... that make sense? She wasn't sure.
"Daleks." She sighed a bit and stirred her tea. "You know, one Dalek once said to him that maybe the reason they can never find it in themselves to finish him off is cause they find his hatred too beautiful. But...." She leaned back. "Well, thing is, they don't remember him any more. Guess that puts him in as much danger from them as the rest of us. Apparently he got erased out of their hive mind or whatever." She wanted more wine. Tens of thousands of Daleks, trying to figure out who we were, what the Tardis was and what we were doing on their ship right after one of their planets exploded. And they were the ones who sent us down in the first place."
Amy snorted. "Your mum slapped him? So did River. Not sure I like that comparison. Rory decked him once. Told me about it later. Apparently the Doctor wanted him to. To prove he was human enough."
She nodded. "There you go. Corse you can. You find those cracks and you use them to come on home. Of course, you do that and you bring the other Doctor, you will have to bring him to meet River in Jail. Maybe that's the birthday she told Rory about."
"Venice. They came through one of the cracks. Big freaky fish aliens that decided it was better to let people think they were vampires than tell the truth. Tried to turn me into one, in fact." She pulled down the collar. "You can still see the hickey." There was nothing there. But she was drunk. And amusing herself.