"Hey Doctor?"  Clara trailed off as she sat on the TARDIS consul, legs dangling off the edge.

"Yes Clara?"  The Doctor answered back, while scanning the wires on the consul.  He was trying to fix the chameleon circuit, which he had been putting off for over a thousand years. 

"Well, I was wondering. . . You know how you said that you can bring me wherever I wanted?"  She began. 

"Yah."

"Can I meet my favorite author?"  She blurted out.  Clara thought about meeting the magnificent Amelia Williams, famous author who lived on the thirties. 

"Who is it?"  The Doctor asked. 

"Amelia Williams.  She lived during the forties, and wrote my favorite book in 1946."

The Doctor froze, and dropped his sonic, in a state of shock.  He blinked repeatedly, trying to process the information. 

"Amelia Williams?"  He croaked out, making sure that he had heard correctly.  Could it really be his Pond?  But, there must have been many Amelia Williams in Manhattan, 1943.  "Can I borrow the book?"  He asked, scared that Clara had it. 

Clara nodded, and ran to her room on the TARDIS, quickly getting of and handing it to the trusty Doctor. 

He quickly flipped to the last page, the about the author bit that nobody seemed to ever read.  His eyes scanned the paper. 

Amelia (Amy) Williams, nee Pond, was an author in Manhattan, New York City.  She was married to Rory Williams, with a son named Anthony.  Little is known about her past, only some was revealed by her son, a few years after her death. 

The Doctor dropped Clara's book and ran a hand through his hair. 

"Really Doctor?"  Clara exclaimed at the sight of the fallen book. 

"Sorry."  He moved to pick it up, but froze when something caught his eye.  The dedication.

To my raggedy man: 1:30PM, March 4th, 1946.  Pay me a visit, will ya?

"Yes!  Yes, yes, yes, yes!"  The Doctor exclaimed, much to Clara's surprise. 

"What's wrong, Doctor?"  She asked, alarmed.

"Clara Oswald, Let's pay a visit to Miss Amelia Williams."  He flipped multiple switches and pulled a lever.  The TARDIS began to shake and make a wheezing sound, as it traveled through time and space. 

The Doctor and Clara stepped out onto the warm Manhattan streets.  Clara grinned, looking at the way that people dressed and the way that her surroundings looked. 

The Doctor sauntered off to the post office, Clara in tow.  A man with black hair was standing at the counter, leafing through mailed letters. 

"Excuse me,"  The Doctor began with a pleasant tone.  "I'm looking for a Rory and Amelia Williams- distant relatives of mine." 

"Ah, the Williams?  Yes, they live on Bad Wolf street, just down the corner.  Their house is the one with the bright blue door.  You can't miss it." 

The Doctor furrowed his eyebrows at the mention of Bad Wolf, but nodded and said his thanks to the post office man. 

"Clara, come along."  He said with a large grin on his face.  He couldn't wait to see the Ponds' again.  They walked for a bit, scanning for a house with a blue door.  Clara gasped when she saw it. 

"Doctor!  That door!  Its the exact same door as the TARDIS."  She exclaimed, shocked at her discovery.

"I feel like I'm missing something. . ."  The Doctor muttered, pondering.  "Oh yes!"  He reached into his pocket and began too stick his hand in it.  He reached on, his elbow disappearing on the folds of the material.

"It's bigger on the inside."  He said to Clara as he pulled out a bright red fez. Placing of on his heads with a flourish, he walked up to the door.  Taking a deep breath, he tried to calm his nerves.  He glanced at his watch.  1:30pm.  Right on time.  He straightened his bow tie and knocked on the door.

A young women with fiery red hair opened the door, while trying to hold a young child.  She froze when she saw The Doctor. 

"Oh my God."  Clara noticed that she had a Scottish accent, something a bit peculiar in a place like this.  "Oh my God."  She said again, using her free hand to cover her mouth in shock.  The lady closed the door right in The Doctor's face.  A lock could be heard. 

"That was a bit rude."  Clara muttered under her breath to no one in particular.  She tucked a loose strand of brown hair out of her eyes.  The Doctor pulled out his sonic and pointed it at the door. 

"Doctor no!  You can't just break in!"  Clara exclaimed. 

"I have to prove to her that this is really me.  Not a tessalect, and not a ganger." 

"Doctor, you're not making any sense!"  The Doctor just ignored his companion and soniced the TARDIS blue door.  It opened with a click. 

The ginger woman was standing by the door still, though the little boy was nowhere too be seen.  Tears started to leak through her eyes.  She flung herself into The Doctor's arms, and started to cry.  Clara stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to do.  Should she comfort the woman, or tell her to stay away from The Doctor?

"Clara, this is Amy Pond.  Or as you know her, Amelia Williams."

Amelia wiped the tears from her eyes.
"Call me Amy."

"Where is Rory the Roman?"  The Doctor asked. 

"At work.  I'll call him."  She reached into her pocket and pulled out a phone.  A very  modern phone.  She pressed a few buttons, then groaned.  "I keep forgetting these don't work."  She waved the phone in the air a bit, showing it to The Doctor.

"Lemme see."  He said.  Amy gave him the phone, and he flashed it with his sonic screwdriver.  "It'll work quite well.  Any place, almost any time." 

"Thanks."  She slipped it onto her pocket and went for the dial phone on a desk.  Amy quickly dialed a number and put the phone too her ear. 

"Yes, this is Amelia.  May I speak to Rory?  Thanks."  There was a pause.  "Come home quick.  Someone's here to see you."  After the quick call, she bounced up and clapped her hands. 

"Come and sir down.  It'll be a few until Rory comes home."  Amy laws the duo to a table and grabbed and apple.  She took out a knife, carved something in it, then threw it at The Doctor.  He grinned, already knowing what it was.  A face was carved into it, smiling with one eye winking. 

"Not trying to be rude at all, but what's going on?"  Clara asked. 

"Well, about a few years before I met you, Clara, Amy and her husband Rory were my companions."  The Doctor started. 

And so it began.  Amy and The Doctor took turns telling their stories, from Daleks to Silence, and Weeping Angels to Demon's Run.  Clara was shocked to hear about all that they had been through together, and was shocked that they were still alive and well.  It went on for a half hour. 

"Amy!"  A voice called out.  "I'm home!"

A grin broke out on The Doctors face. "Well, well, well.  If it isn't Rory." 

"Doctor."  A shocked Rory said.  Amy waved from the table. 

Rory, a man with brown hair and a big nose walked into the room and grinned when he saw The Doctor.  He put down his suitcase and gave The Doctor a hug.

"Rory the Roman!"  The Doctor exclaimed. 

"What are you doing here?"

"Well, I got the note that Amy put in her book."

"By the way,"  Clara stated, "I love your book.  That's half the reason that I got this idiot to come with me."  

Amy grinned.  "I based some of the ideas on my adventures with him."  

"Where's Anthony?"  Rory asked.  

"In his room.  Just fell asleep."  A cry from another room echoed throughout the house.  

"Anthony?"  The Doctor asked.  

"We adopted."  Amy replied while hurrying off to the other room.  

"Can I come?"  Clara asked shyly.  Amy nodded while she picked up her crying child and brought him into her arms.  

"How is he?  The Doctor, I mean." Amy asked, a bit of concern on her face.  "Does he still have River?"

"Who's River?"  Clara asked confused.

"My- My daughter and The Doctor's wife."  

"Oh.  I haven't met her.  Sorry."  

"It's alright.  They don't meet each other in the right order."

Clara nodded, still confused.  She made a mental note to ask the Doctor about mysterious his wife later.  

Amy rocked her baby boy, muttering quieting words to him.  After a while, he went back to sleep.  Amy quietly placed Anthony back on his crib and gestured Clara to follow her out.

"How old are you?"  Amy asked with her Scottish accent.  

"Twenty. You?"

"Well, I'm twenty five.  Technically, I haven't been born yet."  Amy laughed a bit.  "I'm glad that The Doctor found another companion.  He'll be happy again."  

"When I met him the first time, I was about eight, he was telling me about how he had just lost someone. . ."  

"When I met him for the first time, he crashed his TARDIS into my backyard and he ate fish fingers and custard."  

"No!"  Clara said while laughing.

"Yes!   He told me that he would be back in five minutes, but didn't come back for twelve years.  Twelve years!"  Amy was laughing, too.  

The two women laughed, telling stories about the many quirks of The Doctor.  

"One time, he dropped off and Ood at my house and Rory found it in the bathroom.  My God, I wouldn't let him have hear the end of it for weeks. . ."  When they reached the living room, Rory and The Doctor were deep in a conversation about sword fights.

"Got my hand cut off once."  The Doctor stated bluntly.  "It grew back, though."  He said as if it was an everyday occurrence.  

Rory rolled his eyes.  "Sure.  I can totally believe that."  Clara said sarcastically. 

"No, really.  It was Christmas morning, 2006, I think."

"That was you?"  Amy said.  "I was sixteen at the time.  Mels was spending the night out at my house when it was on the news."

The Doctor laughed.  "That was me.  Though it was a different me. . ."

The group talked about the many adventures and dangers they had gotten into throughout the years.  Before Clara knew it, it was 8:00.  The Doctor looked at his old companions sadly.  

"I have to go."  He took the fez off his head and placed it on Amy's.  She grinned through her tears.  "Or, you could come with me. . ."

Amy paused.  "I'm sorry.  We can't come.  You have Clara.  I mean, Rory and I have a life here.  If we go, then you'll create a paradox with the whole gravestones.  We can't leave Anthony, either."  

The Doctor nodded solemnly and looked at Rory.  "Permission to hug?"

"Remember, I've got a pointy sword."  Rory joked.  The Doctor brought Amy into a passionate embrace while they both cried.  After that, Clara hugged Amy and then Rory.  

"Nice meeting you." She said politely.   

"Tell River that she has a brother and to visit."  Rory said with his arm around his wife.

"Goodbye, my raggedy man."  Amy said quietly as she waved to The Doctor and Clara.  Clara took one last look at the couple and headed back to the TARDIS.  The Doctor followed, a slight spring to his step as he walked.  

Phew.  That took me a long time to write.  (It probably took you only five minutes)  Comment on what I could write about next, I NEED IDEAS!  And don't forget to vote (If you enjoyed this story)  I don't really know much about Clara I've seen two of her episodes, so please tell me how to revise this one-shot.  Thanks for reading (If you read this A/N)

May the Force be with you.