𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧
𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐬
𝟓𝟏𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐲

from the eyes of
— 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐉𝐀𝐃𝐄 —

The sound of the crowd was deafening, even back here in the shadows. I sat on the edge of a cold metal bench, my hands clenched into fists on my thighs, staring down at the glowing lines that pulsed faintly across my spacesuit. Black and silver, sleek and seamless, it was meant to mark me as a champion, but it felt more like a brand—a reminder of what I'd become.

Or perhaps, of what I'd always been.

Out there, past the shimmering force field, the arena floor stretched wide and unforgiving, bathed in the stark white light of this doomed universe. The jagged scorch marks and shattered debris from the battles before mine told a story I didn't want to be part of. But there was no escaping it.

I could feel him before I heard him—the Destroyer. His presence wasn't physical, not really. It was more like a void, a pulling gravity that made the air colder, thicker, and harder to breathe.

"Polaris Jade."

The sound of my name in his voice made my stomach twist. I didn't look up. I didn't need to.

"You know your purpose," he said, his tone as smooth as it was commanding. "You were crafted for this. The pinnacle of perfection. My hand. Do not falter now."

I closed my eyes and swallowed hard. Crafted. The word made my skin crawl. I wasn't crafted—I was stolen. Twice. Broken and rebuilt both times into things I never wanted to be.

Originally, I was stolen to be humanity's last hope. A protector. A savior. An escape route from a dying dimension.

And then, when that failed, I was stolen again and made into something even worse.

First, I was the half-breed child. Then I was THE POLARIS JADE. And now, I was THE POLARIS JADE, champion of the Space Jam. The Annihilator.

The roar of the crowd grew louder, an eager, bloodthirsty tide. Their voices melded into one, an incessant chant:

"Unstoppable Jade! The Annihilator! Watch as she obliterates them all!"

I hated that name. I hated how it crawled under my skin, how it echoed the truth I didn't want to admit. I was unstoppable. And that made me the worst possible thing for this universe.

My eyes drifted to the champions on the other side of the force field. They stood tall, their armor glowing in defiance, their presence a testament to this universe's last spark of hope. If they won, this place—this universe, B-139Z0—could be reborn. Stronger. Better.

But they wouldn't win. They couldn't. Not against me.

The Destroyer's voice slithered through my thoughts again. "Do you hear them?"

I wanted to scream at him, to tell him to shut up, to leave me alone. But I couldn't. His will was like a chain, wrapped so tightly around me that I couldn't even remember what it felt like to move without it.

The chant outside grew louder, a rhythmic pulse that matched the drums of war pounding in the arena.

"Unstoppable Jade! The Annihilator! Watch as she destroys this place!"

I stood, my movements stiff and mechanical, like a puppet on strings. My suit lit up, its blue lines glowing brighter in time with the energy that thrummed in my veins. Energy I didn't ask for. Energy I couldn't always control.

"The force! The force! It'll turn you all to ash!"

The force field shimmered and vanished, and the sleek doors in front of me slid open with a hiss. I froze for just a moment, staring out at the arena floor, its glowing gridlines stretching toward the champions like a bridge to hell.

"The POLARIS JADE will burn it all down!"

This wasn't what I wanted. I wasn't supposed to be this.

But I took the first step forward.

The roar of the crowd was deafening now, their voices a wall of sound that crashed over me. The drums of war thundered, shaking the ground beneath my feet.

Each step felt heavier than the last, but I kept moving, the power inside me burning brighter, stronger, louder. My body betrayed me, thrumming with the strength I couldn't suppress.

The cheers grew into a fever pitch as I emerged into the light, their chant ringing in my ears, echoing in my bones:

"THE POLARIS JADE! SHE IS UNSTOPPABLE! UNKILLABLE! SHE WILL DESTROY YOU ALL!"

And I hated that they were right.

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My eyes snapped open and I sat up with a gasp. The deep intake of breath caused me to panic; the gas mask was missing and so were my goggles.

"It's okay, you're okay! We're out of the temple, River and I put a viro stabilizer in you..." The Doctor was immediately in my face, cradling the back of my head.

In the next second, he pulled me to his chest and buried his face in the crook of my neck. Almost hesitantly, I reached up and hugged him back. The hug lasted only a second before I awkwardly patted his back.

"Alright, you can let go now, pal..." I told him through a huff.

The Doctor slowly pulled away, leaving a kiss on my forehead causing me to scrunch my face. Seriously, this generation of the Doctor was so emotional.

"Glad to see you're awake," River squatted next to us, looking at me with a small smile.

She briefly grabbed my hand, delivering a strong squeeze before she dropped it. It was apparent she was far less emotional and touchy than the Doctor.

I had been lying on a random piece of cloth on the beach. It was rather crisp out but a thin gray blanket had been thrown over me.

"Radiation paired with the energy of the crack got to you..." The Doctor explained. "Mask and goggles were good in keeping you protected, but still not as effective as a viro stabilizer—the flux of energy from the crack feeding on the angels and then snapping closed knocked you out..."

Made enough sense.

"How long has it been?" I asked.

River Song answered me. "Ten minutes, not long. The Doctor and I were able to get the Byzantium's teleport working and managed to teleport us all out of the crash and temple. We just got here a few minutes ago..." She explained.

I looked around, the place was crawling with more militaristic men. Amy was talking to a few, sitting on a rock a small distance away. There was a gray blanket over her.

"Ah..." I clicked my tongue before suddenly jumping up.

"Be..." The Doctor started before realizing that I was fine. "...Careful..." He ended weakly.

"Maybe once you are," I responded while brushing myself off.

"I'm always careful!" He defended.

I laughed at his words. "God, you're funny..." I chuckled, wiping a tear from my eyes. He blinked and scoffed at my motions. "Anyway, where'd my goggles go?" I asked.

The Doctor lit up like a light and patted the pockets of his pants. In the next moment, he pulled my goggles from one of his pockets.

"Deep pockets?" I raised a brow while slowly taking the goggles from him and placing them on my head.

"Bigger on the inside..." He waggled his brows almost playfully, the man obviously in a good mood considering we all got out of the temple alive.

River had smiled at both of us, placing a hand on my shoulder and gently squeezing it before she moved past and made her way over to one of the military men.

"They here to take care of the crash?" I asked, watching River as she spoke to a few.

The Doctor stood next to me, his hands resting neatly behind his back as he too watched her. His eyes shined brightly with intrigue as he gazed at the bouncy-haired woman.

"Yep..." He nodded his head. "I believe they said the operation would take a few days to completely and safely incinerate the Byzantium. The angels are all gone too, sucked into the time field... so there is talk about rebuilding the Aplan temple..." He explained, speaking but never taking his eyes off the pretty and mysterious woman. "And Amy is good as well, the angel from her mind is gone..."

"That's good..." I breathed. "It would definitely suck for her to need to live the rest of her days with her eyes closed..."

The Doctor inadvertently snorted, looking at me with amusement. "Suck is an understatement..." He shook his head softly. "Even so, if the angel in her mind had not gone with the crack, I would have figured something out. Another way to get rid of it, to ensure her safety..."

"You always do..." I nodded, crossing my arms. There was a pause for a few moments. "Is it weird?"

"Is what weird?" He asked, slowly ripping his gaze away from River Song. I looked up and met his eyes. "For her to seemingly know so much about you but for you to barely know her?" I asked quietly.

The Doctor looked back at River briefly before looking at me, his lips tilting up slightly. He shrugged. "Sure, but it's certainly not the first time something of the sort has happened to me..."

"No?" I playfully nudged him.

He nudged me back. "Not at all. See, there was this one time, a few years back—this woman appeared in my life like a storm. Completely and utterly bonkers, mind you, and a bit obnoxious..." He chuckled and I swatted at him with a scoff.

"Shut up..." I could not stop myself from snorting. "It's not obnoxious... it's my charm..."

He tittered but stared at me happily and with more of that unfamiliar emotion. "Oh yes, of course, charm..." He said sarcastically before continuing. "Anyway, that crazy wayward girl appeared, and I mean, I'll admit, I trusted you alarmingly quickly..." He shook his head. "But River, she's—well, she seems to be even more complicated than you were when I first met you. My first meeting with her..." His voice cracked toward the end, and he shook his head before looking at me with a sad smile. "Spoilers..." He ended, bopping me on the nose.

My brows furrowed, and for once, I did not try to swat at the hand that had bopped my nose. Instead, I was more than curious as to what my future held. My future—the Doctor's past. Always so complicated.

"What happened?" I asked him.

He looked at me blankly before seemingly shaking himself out of it. A mad grin took over his face as he clapped his hands together, but I could see right through him. It was a phony smile. Fake happiness.

"One day you'll know!" He told me, before reaching down and grabbing my hand. "Now, come on, it looks like the prison ship is here to pick up River!"

"Prison ship?!" I asked, taken aback as the Doctor tugged us toward her.

"Oh yes, found out in the crash, from Father Octavian—lovely man, very brave..." He said the last part sadly. "...But River Song is a Stormcage inmate, she was helping out these men to lower her sentence." He told me.

Stormcage was no joke. A high-security prison made for only the most dangerous intergalactic criminals.

"Holy shit! What'd she do?!" I asked.

The Doctor looked at me seriously. "She killed a man... a very good man, apparently..."

With that, he released my wrist and walked the final stretch until he was next to River. She smiled up at him, the wind blowing through her hair as the small amounts of sunlight that could get through the overcast skies shined on her.

I groaned.

Of course, the Doctor would leave me hanging with such information.

Of fucking course.

Biting my lip in irritation, I sucked it up and made my way over to join the two.

"You, me..." River was in the middle of speaking with a dazzling smile. "PJ..." She added before motioning to her handcuffs. "Why must it always end this way?"

The Doctor smiled, looking at her with something akin to adoration. I coughed a laugh.

"Who gets handcuffed the most then?" I asked slyly.

River quirked a brow at me before shamelessly looking me up and down. "Is that even a question, sweetheart? Obviously, it's you..."

"Nah..." I rested my hands behind my head. "I don't believe it, I'm too fast, people can't catch me..."

The Doctor rolled his eyes and poked me on the side causing me to jump and scowl at him. He only bit back a snicker.

"Believe what you want, darling, but the truth is the truth..." River sighed with a smile.

The Doctor was quick to pipe up. "What now?" He asked her, leaning down and putting his head near hers before walking forward a few steps.

"The prison ship is in orbit..." She informed us, a smile still prominent on her lips. "...They'll beam me up any second... I might've even done enough to earn a pardon this time. We'll see..."

The Doctor turned to her, his smile slipping as his voice came out quieter.

"Octavian said that you killed a man. A good man..." He told her.

I shifted uncomfortably, looking between the two.

River nodded, her face falling. "Yes, I did..." She confirmed. "A very good man, the best man I've ever known..."

The Doctor nodded before asking one simple question. "Who?"

River Song snorted, looking toward her feet. "It's a long story, Doctor. Can't be told—it has to be lived..."

The Doctor stepped closer to her, both of them sharing a long look of a thousand words. Pursing my lips, I could not stop myself from ruining the moment.

Because like... why the fuck are they tiptoeing around this shit?

Placing myself between the two, I looked back and forth—my face uncomfortably close. They both jumped, blinking to look at me in surprise.

"It's obvious that the man she killed is you..." I finally spoke while looking at the Doctor.

The Doctor gaped while River threw her head back with a loud laugh.

What? It's what we were all thinking, I don't know why the two were not saying it out loud.

It's probably something to do with 'reading the room' as many say. I was never good at that. Always a bit of a blab mouth.

Alright, maybe the Doctor was a little right. I suppose I am a bit obnoxious.

He tried to hide his own small smile as he shook his head. As it would seem, all three of us were completely and utterly mad.

Mad in different ways, of course.

The Doctor was a chaotic good, a madman in a big blue box who happily skips about the universe doing as he pleases.

River Song, from the short time I had spent with her—she seemed to trapeze across a line that represents the wild side of life.

And me—well, as the Doctor said earlier, I was completely bonkers. Utterly nuts.

However, it was apparent that all three of us were insane because we casually spoke about how River Song would probably kill the Doctor one day. And here we were laughing and borderline flirting.

Completely insane.

"No sneak previews..." River finally giggled, giving me a pearly-white smile. "Well, except for this one... I'll see you again very soon when the Pandorica opens..."

My eyes widened at that and the Doctor only chuckled.

The Pandorica was a rumor of the time and space of this universe. I had never cared enough to see if it was real or not considering I had other things on my mind. But for it to open... that sounded pretty bad.

The Doctor leaned forward, an amused smile playing on his lips.

At first, I thought he was goingq to kiss River. But he moved his head last minute and whispered something in her ear. I was standing close enough to hear; however.

"The Pandorica is a fairytale..." He tittered in her ear.

I noticed the goosebumps that appeared on her skin. I looked away with a small smile. For as confident and brash as that woman was, it was obvious she was affected and could be made to blush.

However, she was smooth, laughing as the Doctor pulled away. He had a knowing smirk, the man understanding exactly the type of effect he had.

"Aren't we all?" River finally asked him.

He stared down at her, biting his lip. His eyes were filled with nothing but intrigue. The man could deny it all he wanted, but at the end of the day—River Song was right up his alley. Cool, sexy, mysterious, space lady who was intertwined heavily in his future.

I wondered how.

I was betting on marriage or an extreme situationship. One of the two.

Annoyance pricked at my skin—annoyance at myself for feeling slightly let down at the knowledge. But why the hell should I care? If anything it helped, I had previously been nervous that the Doctor was harboring some unspoken feelings toward me. Scared my future self might've done something incredibly stupid.

While that was still very much a possibility considering it was part of the Doctor's past and River Song was still decently new in his timeline, then it helped me out immensely. Well... considering all of time and space and the many different cultures—River Song's presence either helped me... or made everything that much riskier and more complicated.

I shut those thoughts off immediately.

Fuck no.

"I'll look forward to seeing you then..." The Doctor smiled, almost in a flirty manner at her.

She smiled back, even more flirty. "I remember it well..." She turned that look to me. "I'll be seeing you then too, sweetheart... and potentially even before that..."

I gave her a long and pondering expression. Not unfriendly, simply thoughtful.

Better to keep friends from this damned universe at an arm's length. But even I knew the truth, it was much too late for that.

Smiling, I leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss on River's cheek. She blushed to my surprise and the Doctor frowned, suddenly fidgeting around and seemingly almost... envious.

Of course, he would be. That man was a fiend for affection, and I did not give kisses easily.

River Song seemed to know by the look she gave me, staring into my eyes through her lashes.

"Nice to meet you, hotness... it sounds like our paths will cross again..." I smiled, beginning to take a step back just as Amy joined our small group.

She had a blanket strewn over her shoulders, and she gave us all a smile, completely unaware of the tension she had just arrived on. I threw a wink at Amy causing her to laugh.

"See you two back in the TARDIS!" I waved, whirling around and walking toward the big blue box.

I could feel the Doctor's eyes on me, but I did not give him the satisfaction of turning around. I already knew that I would be met with huge puppy eyes if I did so.

As I said, this version of the Space Lord was an absolute fiend for affection.

The TARDIS greeted me warmly as I entered her, the console lights flickering and turning brighter upon entrance.

How nice it felt to be back. To be out of those damn caverns and the Byzantium. Relief pulled at me—how long had I been gone?

Not long: two hours going on three? The Doctor and Amy were the ones who had been gone the longest, not including the museum they went to before the Byzantium they had been gone for over eight hours. Including the museum it was nearly ten hours.

Similar to how I did after we had successfully stopped the Dalek bomb, I dropped into the jump seat of the TARDIS console and splayed myself out over it.

Was this bound to become a tradition after every instance of us running for our lives? The Doctor, for all his quirks, certainly did not live any sort of boring life. It was all go-go-go!

I suppose I lived similarly. It'd only been calm for the last few years as I was stuck on Earth. I had five years of rest: five years of living an ordinary little human life in America. That was over now—it was back to constantly going and being on the move.

I liked it more than I cared to admit.

The TARDIS doors opened and the Doctor bounced inside followed by Amy.

"Ugh!" I groan loudly and dramatically as the Doctor hopped up the steps, but then paused right in front of my head.

He stood over my lying form, peering down at me curiously. I tried not to think about the fact that I was nearly eye-level with the alien's cock—thankfully, his pants were not tight.

"Yes?" I asked him when he only continued to stare down at me.

"You've never given me a kiss on the cheek..." He pouted like a child.

Man child. I swear.

"Maybe I will when you deserve it..." I tried waving him away.

"What can I do to deserve it?"

"For one: pilot us out of the 51st Century!" I slapped his thigh lightly before pointing toward the console. "Please, I actually hate it here."

"I swear you hate it everywhere!" He nagged but did as I said and twirled toward the console where he was quick to start pulling levers and pressing buttons.

Amy smiled as she moved past me, choosing to stand by the Doctor as he worked on moving the TARDIS into the time vortex. The three of us sat in a rare silence for many minutes—listening to the Doctor type into the TARDIS controls.

After the last few hours; silence in the safety of the TARDIS was more than welcome. I slowly sat upright, leaning back against the chair and bringing my leg up.

I could not stop myself from looking at the Doctor. But this time—I was not just looking, I was truly seeing him.

He was ever-so beautiful both inside and out. His tweed coat was still missing, his suspenders slightly looser than usual. His green eyes were wide as he moved, his fluffy hair swooped to the side in a sort of messy quiff. Desperately, I tried to rip my gaze away but found that I couldn't.

He was fucking adorable. Adorably handsome.

He seemed to feel me looking and slowly brought his gaze to meet my own. Our eyes clashed, and we stared at each other for a brief moment before I looked away—fighting the blush that threatened to take over my face.

How embarrassing... to be caught checking out the Space Lord.

Unable to stop myself, I looked at him once more only to find him grinning ear-to-ear as he was still looking at me. He knew what I'd been doing.

I rolled my eyes at him.

Amy looked between the two of us thoughtfully before something in her eyes clicked and she seemed to make up her mind. I was surprised by the words that fell from her mouth.

"I want to go home..." She said it softly, brown eyes suddenly glued to the Doctor.

The Doctor looked equally as surprised, as he looked away from me to her.

His shoulders slumped and his head tilted downward. I felt bad for him, but I also could not blame Amy. She'd almost died today, in like a really violent manner.

A Weeping Angel was in her fucking mind, she needed to wander through an abandoned temple and smoking crash with her eyes closed and surrounded by monsters. Not to mention, the idiot TimeLord left her behind at one point! The angels probably terrified her.

"Okay..." The Doctor breathed, words simple as they hung in the air.

I did not dare say anything, only allowing my gaze to flicker between the two. Amy did not so much as look at me, her gaze set on the Doctor with an odd sense of determination.

She nudged his shoulder with a small laugh. "No, not like that..." She shook her head. "I just want to show you something, you're running from River. I'm running too..." Her eyes were wide as she swallowed.

I quirked a brow but did not say anything. The Doctor looked at her curiously.

The way the Doctor looked at Amy was rare, and it was different than the way he looked at me or even how he'd looked at River earlier. How he looked at Amy was something unexplainable. A look of pure affection and love—a sort of peace with a person that was hard to come by. Happiness. Wonder.

There was no passion behind his gaze, and when there was no passion it usually meant that the love was platonic. He looked to Amy as one would look at a very dear friend. A very loved friend. I was familiar with the look.

He looked at Amy in the same way that I looked at one of my closest friends. My best friend. It was how I looked at Garren.

"Alright..." He nodded gently.

The ride was not long, he typed something into the TARDIS quickly before smashing a button and pulling a lever. Unsurprisingly, he avoided the stabilizers as though it was the plague.

The TARDIS shuddered before pausing—and Amy looked around expectantly.

"Are we here?" She asked unsurely.

Such quick and smooth rides were not usually the case with this guy.

The Doctor smiled at her, tapping her nose causing her to grin and look at him with stars in her eyes.

"Yep, we are right in your bedroom..." He waggled his brows playfully. "Impressive right?"

I gaped when Amy gave him a very flirty and very suggestive look in return. Although, the Doctor seemed to miss it as he spun away and headed toward the door. Amy trotted behind him—and I remained in my seat.

"Very impressive, Doctor..." She responded, voice an octave deeper and her pupils blown wide.

She was running on pure adrenaline.

Amusement bubbled inside me.

I had a strong feeling that I knew why Amy wanted to bring the Doctor back to her home if the look she just gave him was anything to go by. Unfortunately for her, knowing the TimeLord and seeing as he first met Amelia when she was an innocent little girl—I highly doubted he was going to be interested.

From what I can tell, the Doctor saw Amy as too much of a companion. In the sense that he had taken up a role as a caretaker for her: big-brother-like, in a lot of ways.

But who knows? Amy is a very attractive woman, and she can be very persuasive, she just might be able to persuade the Doctor into giving her what she wants. Into having some fun with her.

I was not necessarily envious at the thought. Along with the fact that I had absolutely no right to be—I am just not a jealous person. Concerningly to the point that I had even encouraged past love interests to pursue others... it was more entertaining to watch.

Especially when most inevitably failed.

"Are you coming, dearest?" The Doctor called from the doorway as he opened the TARDIS doors.

Amy also turned to face me, but to my surprise, her gaze was friendly and encouraging. Despite her obvious attempts at seduction, she seemed to not mind if I accompanied them.

"Yeah, sure, I'll be out there in a few... just resting my feet..." I explained lazily.

The Doctor nodded happily and Amy delivered a wink which had my eyebrows raised into my hairline as the two disappeared out of the TARDIS, the door closing behind them.

I sat still for a few more minutes, basking in the sound of silence. With a groan, I finally stood up and meandered toward the doors of the TARDIS. Exiting the place—I was greeted by the Doctor and Amy sitting next to each other on a bed.

The room was cute—a clash of Earthling childhood, angsty teen years, and the perky wonders of being a young adult. Portraits littered the walls. Well-done drawings of who I recognized as the Doctor and a young red-head little girl.

There were other photos hung on the walls. Some had Amy with an older posh-looking woman who I assumed to be her aunt.

Upon staring at a picture of her aunt, a blonde with short hair and wearing a large feathery hat: I decided that she was rather fabulous.

The majority of pictures; however, featured Amy and two others. A terror trio, it seemed.

There was Amy, a dude, and a cute girl with mocha skin and cool braids. The dude was primarily featured around her room—various areas littered with selfies of him and Amy. The mocha-skinned girl was in fewer, but still a prime character in her pictures. A close friend, no doubt.

My eyes slowly skimmed away from her filled walls and slightly messy floor to her open wardrobe. A traditional and floral long white gown was hanging with a veil.

The most classical interpretation of a wedding dress I had ever seen.

"Sounds like wedding bells...?" I finally teased, looking at Amy and the Doctor who had their gazes set on me. "Nice dress... very classy..."

Amy smiled tightly, momentarily looking at the gown with something akin to disappointment.

"Thanks..." She said, but her words sounded hollow like she didn't mean it.

The Doctor looked away from me and to Amy, his delicate brows furrowed in confusion. He blew out a long breath, eyes darting to the wedding dress. He seemed to deflate at the sight of it.

My mind worked quickly.

I was starting to understand the Doctor better than I wanted.

He was very kind. Very old. And very wise. He was usually selfless, but he was still a person, still alive. And no matter what, there was nothing—nobody—in all of existence that was not selfish even a little.

Even the last TimeLord, the Doctor was not immune to this, and that correlated to a slight selfishness when it came to his companions. When one traveled with the Doctor, his companions became very important aspects of his existence. They became the center of his concern—the center of his world. The most important things to him.

And, to a degree, the old man expected such a thing to be returned. He did not like to share his companions, he did not like when they left and had to live their boring little human lives.

I suppose I could understand him. When time and space and everything else is your backyard: who cares about a silly little 9-5 for stupid planetary currency? Certainly not the Doctor. And definitely not me.

...Unless I happened to get stuck on Earth and forced to work a crappy job in the 21st Century all in the name of affording rent for a shoddy apartment. Then sure; yeah, I cared.

"Well..." The Doctor finally spoke. "Marriage—that's a big word, ey?"

I leaned against the TARDIS, crossing my arms and watching the situation play out with curiosity.

"Yeah," Amy nodded, her eyes still wide. "It really is..."

I heard the truth of her words, it hung in the air unsaid.

Marriage was a huge word, and Amelia Pond didn't know if she was ready for it. Brave enough for it. Grown enough for it.

And running off with the Doctor; her imaginary friend from childhood, her own real life version of Peter Pan—well, that didn't help.

"Blimey..." The Doctor breathed.

And while he did not say it out loud, I knew what he was thinking. His sweet little Amelia Pond was truly all grown up, and he'd missed her entire childhood!

"I know," Amy said, her voice tinged with an equal amount of disbelief. "This is the same night we left, yeah?"

The Doctor looked down, putting up his wrist and staring at the golden wristwatch he wore. I noticed right away that the watch was not normal, it was completely alien. Gallifreyan, if I had to guess because it did not just tell the Doctor the time. It told the Doctor THE TIME, as in where the fuck he was and when the fuck he was.

He easily read through the alien scripture.

"We've been gone five minutes..." He nodded, putting his wrist down and looking back to Amy.

Even for as much as I had seen, as much as I had been through—such a concept was still amazing. The Doctor and Amy had only been gone five minutes, but in that time they went through so much. In that time I had jumped aboard.

Five minutes was the equivalent of almost three weeks for Amy Pond.

She leaned back, quickly grabbing something from her nightstand and holding it out for the Doctor to see.

A pretty romantic velvet red ringbox. She popped it open, swallowing as she looked at it was an odd look. The Doctor leaned in closer to her, his eyes squinted as he looked at the ring full of judgement.

The emotion in his eyes was obvious: was this ring good enough for his sweet little Amelia Pond?

I could not make out much from where I stood, but it was shiny, and it was diamond-encrusted.

Diamonds are a girl's best friend, so I suppose it was good enough.

The Doctor snatched the ring from Amy's hands and looked at it ponderingly before he turned that expression to Amy.

"Why did you leave it here?" He finally asked her.

Amy licked her bottom lip, stealing the ring back from the Doctor and placing it in its rightful spot.

"Why did I leave my engagement ring behind when I ran away with a strange man the night before my wedding?" She smirked suggestively.

"Yeah..." The Doctor asked dumbly.

"You really are an alien, aren't you?" Amy pushed him playfully, her tone flirtatious, and I was left gaping.

Is he that stupidly naive? Extremely naive when it comes to this stuff it seems.

Could he be blamed though? Not really, the guy was a 907-year-old alien shoved in the body of a relatively handsome young man. His 'game' was long gone. It's probably been gone since he turned 500 or something.

BUT!

Doctor 10 was also decently young and good-looking. I was not sure about any of his regenerations before that, but the man had nine others! Surely a few of them were equally as good-looking and young!

There is no way that he is this daft as to not be able to tell when somebody is coming onto him! It must've just been this generation of him that's awkward with romance.

I looked at him again and found he was staring at Amy with wide eyes and a curiously sweet expression.

Jesus fuck.

"So who is the lucky fella?" The Doctor finally asked, still confused and not having gotten Amy's earlier insinuation.

Alright—not to sound like a total scoundrel—but like... if Amy really wants to get laid before she is cuffed for the rest of her human life and the Doctor isn't willing to fulfill her desires... well... there is always me.

I am ALWAYS down for a good snog... with no strings attached, of course!

Now, I have had a few lovers myself—both male and female. And I am an expert at pleasing them all.

But like, Amy is from 2010 Earth... Leadworth, at that. I would be extremely surprised if her sexual desires vary from anything other than straight human men. But then again... just because one is straight or generally prefers one gender, no one ever said you can't have a bit of fun.

No strings attached, remember.

Besides, I am vaguely certain I heard somewhere that TimeLords don't really engage in sex. Not as often as most creatures seeing as they did not procreate as much.

They were more than capable of it, sure, but they were considered like "higher lifeforms" or something stupid like that and had mostly ascended above such "frivolous" activities.

Not to mention, the Doctor himself was the last of his kind. It wasn't like there were really other TimeLords for him to be coupling up with. Then again, species don't matter that much when it comes to sex.

If sex is compatible, then it's compatible—nothing more, nothing less. Physical pleasure is physical pleasure.

I glanced at the kooky Doctor again. It had probably been a while for him.

My lips quirked up against my will as I forced my gaze to the floor to stop the small snicker ready to burst forth.

I barely paid any mind as Amy described her fiancé and the Doctor briefly made fun of him.

Typical dude behavior—show off to the women and make fun of the other men.

"So..." Amy trailed off and I caught ahold of myself while listening back in. "Do you comfort a lot of people the night before their wedding?"

The thing about it was that most creatures were not capable of coupling without feelings. It was like a game: can you do it without falling? Without catching feelings.

Most can't, maybe once but not every time. Eventually, when you are with and around someone long enough—feelings seep in.

With Amy, I had no feelings for her other than friendly, that's why I knew with her it'd be fine. It'd just be for funsies.

A sorta: oh, what the fuck... why not!

But then my thoughts drifted—thoughts of the Doctor. I already knew deep down that he was dangerous, he was someone who would barely need to try and could successfully wind a rope around my poor heart.

The knowledge was sickening.

I was the POLARIS JADE who had not even known the Doctor for long. I was better than this. But some things—some things even I can't control. And sadly, the TimeLord was one of them.

The Doctor tilted his head, looking at Amy completely and utterly perplexed. "Why would you need comforting?"

Idiot.

Amy batted her lashes. "I nearly died, Doctor. I was alone in the dark and I nearly died. And it made me think..." She trailed off.

The Doctor still wasn't getting it. "Well, yes, naturally we all think... I think sometimes, well lots of times—all the time..." He told her.

Amy pursed her lips and breathed harshly, closing her eyes frustrated before opening them again. "About who I want..." She all but said she wanted the Doctor. "Do you understand?"

The Doctor looked at her blankly. "Oh yeah..." He said knowingly, obviously acting as to not look stupid. But then his brows furrowed. "Actually, no still not getting it, sorry..."

Amy once again closed her eyes, taking a deep breath before she opened them. Lust and admiration ran rampant in her gaze. "Doctor, in a word, in one very simple word that even you can understand..." With that, she leaned forward and threw herself on the Doctor, grabbing his face and attempting to kiss him.

His eyes lit up in recognition before flashing with concern as he desperately leaned away from her. He brought his hands up, gripping her shoulders and trying to stop her from advancing on him.

He did not struggle with holding her back, more with holding her back without hurting her. A TimeLord's strength, not that many knew, was still far superior to humans. While he was not like fucking Superman or some wild shit like that, he still had to be careful when handling a human unless he wants to cause bruising.

But holy fuck.

My hand came up to cover my mouth, stifling the snickers. The Doctor yelped and managed to jump away from her and off the back of the bed.

"No, Amy! You're getting married in the morning!" He floundered.

Amy quickly followed him and managed to corner him against the TARDIS doors.

"The morning is a long time away..." She breathed, trying to take down his suspenders only for him to fix them and bring them back up every time.

I took a step away from where I had been leaning on the TARDIS, watching them with huge eyes and my mouth covered. Amy had walled him to the TARDIS door, finnicking with his buttons to try and undo them.

I wondered how long she'd been horny for the TimeLord. Probably from the second he apparently turned up in the middle of the night, all suave and charming and inviting her to run away and see the stars with him.

Wow—the Doctor definitely sends the wrong message.

It was either that or she was just looking for comfort in the form of physical connection and her fiancé was not here.

It was probably a bit of both.

"Amy, listen, I am 907, do you understand what the means?" He asked, desperation clawing in his tone as he fought against her nimble fingers.

He managed to slip out from under her arm. Amy spun to face him, a hand on her hip and an unimpressed brow raised.

"It's been a while?" She guessed.

"What? No!" He answered rather offended.

A snort slipped from me. Amy smirked in my direction and the Doctor glared at me.

"A little help?" He motioned to his companion.

I held my hands up. The Space Lord fought monsters nearly every day. I am positive that he is capable of handling a red-haired foxy human woman.

"What do you expect me to do? The woman knows what she wants... some fun!" I piped unhelpfully and the Doctor groaned loudly, looking away from me to deal with Amy who had pounced on him again.

She spun them to the TARDIS, trapping him again the blue doors.

"Ugh, alright, Amy! Look at me! I don't get older—I just change. You get older, I don't, and this can't ever work!" He attempted to explain what Amy already knew.

She blinked and made a noise that was between a scoff and snort while staring at the Doctor as though he was just darling.

"Oh, you are sweet, Doctor... but I wasn't suggesting anything quite so..." She took a step closer to him. "...Long term..." She finally managed to pin him down and kissed him like the world was ending.

My mouth once again hit the ground as I breathed a laugh of disbelief. This was the funniest thing ever.

The Doctor released a muffled yelp, but—and I have no doubt this man will deny it until his last breath—he fucking kissed her back. Briefly, at least.

His arms flapped awkwardly, but for just a few seconds, he allowed her to kiss him and he kissed her back.

Wow, Amy was a good kisser. The sound of their smooching filled the room. The two were actually quite hot—both tall statuesque people kissing against the TARDIS doors like the world was on fire. Hot as fuck.

In the next moment; however, the Doctor got his hands on her shoulders and pushed her away. He was staring at her wide-eyed before he shook his head and looked disturbed with himself.

Then I was reminded that to him: Amy was the little girl he'd met just a few weeks ago.

Nevertheless, I knew that man had to have enjoyed it a little. Let's be real, there is nobody who dislikes having the living daylights snogged out of them by an attractive person.

His eyes flicked to meet mine expectantly—searching for something. I only raised an amused brow and he wilted before his attention went back to Amy, him grunting as he once again had to hold her back.

It took me a moment before a funny thought made its way to my mind. What had he been searching for? It couldn't... no, that was a stupid thought. The Doctor wouldn't... but would he? Had he been hoping to see jealousy written across my features?

No, bitch. Of course that was not the case, the Doctor wouldn't have done that. It's the Doctor.

That would be a downright idiotic plan.

Idiotic... this guy was idiotic.

The only jealousy that I felt was the fact that Amy had not tried to kiss me.

My thoughts were answered.

"Fine then! Join us when you grow a pair, raggedy man! A threesome is even better!" She shoved herself away from the Doctor.

Now, the Doctor looked confused. I probably looked just as bewildered.

"What—?" His words were cut off as Amy suddenly spun toward me and grabbed my face between her hands.

"Always wanted to try it with a girl, figure the night before my wedding is as good a time as any? Wanna give it a go?"

My shocked expression turned into one of amusement. "Not my first go with a human girl, Miss Pond..." I laughed. "But sure..."

Amy smirked. "Good because it's mine... and I need a girl who has some experience..." With those words, she leaned down a few inches to kiss me.

Her lips were soft and they tasted of strawberry chapstick.

Human women were always softer than men. And most of the time, they smelled better too. Amy for one smelled delightful, and this was after eight hours of her running and crawling through catacombs and an entire starship crash.

I did not need to stand on my toes to kiss Amy, only needing to nudge my head up as I was quick to kiss her back just as excitedly. She really is a good kisser.

We probably looked hotter kissing than she and the Doctor did.

I hummed against her mouth, walking forward and backing her up until her knees hit the bed and we both tumbled onto it. We did not stop kissing, myself only crawling over her as I eagerly started placing kisses down Amy's neck.

Seeing as my nose was much more advanced than any normal human and my nose was shoved right up in Amy's neck, I could literally smell the adrenaline coursing through her.

"WHAT! NO!"

I did not register the Doctor before he winded an arm around my waist and I was forcefully pulled off Amy. I screeched in surprise at his strength as he literally picked me up with one arm, twirled us around, and placed me behind him.

He stood between Amy and me.

Amy got up on her elbows, raising a sharp brow. She stared at both of us seductively.

"Come on! I need to do something wild before I tie the knot! A threesome with an alien and space girl is perfect!" She groaned while the Doctor opened and closed his mouth, furiously fixing his bowtie.

"Cool with me..." I shrugged, trying to walk past the Doctor only for him to continuously block me as though a linebacker in American football. "Doctor, what're you doing?" I asked him through a bemused snort.

"No! No, no, no! Stop this!" He was stuttering in unabashed shock, a bright blush having taken over his face. "We don't do this!"

There was something else in his tone as well, I smirked. It was obvious the scene of two hot women making out rather viciously in front of him had got to him in some aspect.

"Doctor—" Amy started only for him to wag a finger at her.

"This is ridiculous, absolutely not!" He scolded the both of us as though an angry father. But given the context, he could not be further from such a thing. "We are not having a... a... a threesome!" He was explaining in disbelief. "Amelia—you are getting married in the morning! What would your fiancé think!" The Doctor asked, sounding almost like he was reminding himself of this too.

She shrugged and waved it off. "Rory wouldn't care..."

My eyes narrowed at that statement. Somehow, I did not quite believe her.

The Doctor ignored her, turning to me and shaking his head. He looked more upset than I was expecting. Like a horribly jealous ex-boyfriend.

"And you...!" He exclaimed, saying the word you in a way that took me aback. "You can't... you cannot just kiss people! Y-You're a taken woman!"

"What are you saying?" I scoffed, my tone almost humorous. "You're actually insane if you think you get to control who I kiss. Who the hell do you think you are...?" I angrily poked his chest, and he furrowed his brows in an upset manner, once again opening and closing his mouth. "I am absolutely not taken!"

The Doctor had no right to tell me I couldn't kiss Amy.

The Doctor shook his head. "Well, as my intern—you don't get to kiss other people, honestly, do you see me just kissing other people...!" He was now rambling and making no sense.

I had no clue what he was talking about. Was he insinuating that I'm only allowed to kiss him.

"You just kissed Amy too!" I laughed. "Why are you so upset?"

"No, she kissed me! And you more than kissed Amy—you were ready to pull her skirt off! Did you forget that I was standing right here, watching the entire thing!"

"What the—that sounds so creepy, Doctor! Stop being dramatic, it was just a little kiss!"

"Oh-ho, you call that a little kiss! I'd love to see what you consider a passionate kiss then!"

"I am sure you would!" I scoffed, not realizing we had both somehow got closer.

"Then why don't show you me?" He shot back, leaning down until his face was inches from my own.

Fire and tension danced between us.

"Ugh!" Amy interrupted our small spat, groaning and looking to the ceiling. "You guys argue like an old married couple! Honestly, Doctor, no need to be jealous—I told you to join!"

I looked at the Doctor sharply. He stared back as though caught with his hand in the cookie jar. With that, I took a very noticeable step away from him and his shoulders slumped at the motion.

Ain't no way. Never.

The Doctor finally closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Pond, besides the fact that you were a little girl to me two weeks ago, you are getting married in the morning. We are not doing this..." He pinched the bridge of his nose, slowly counting to five. When he opened his eyes, they flickered between the both of us seeming lost for once.

No one said anything for a long awkward moment.

But then, realization crawled its way onto his face, and then he lit up. "No, no, no—wait! Wait, of course!" He clapped his hands spinning around. "Of course, how can I have missed it!"

"Missed what?" I asked, calming down.

Not that I approved of the Doctor thinking he could just tell me what to do; he did have a point. Amy was getting married in the morning and her fiancé probably would care if she decided to take it to third base with me.

Above all else, I still considered Amy a friend. I did not want to be part of the reason she potentially has issues with her fiancé.

And while I might be able to screw around with someone and be casual with them after the fact; despite Amy's bold words, who knows if she was actually capable of doing such a thing. Especially when I would be her first time with a girl.

She might be awkward about it afterward.

I looked at her, at the way she waggled her brows at both me and the Doctor.

Okay, never mind, she would be totally fine keeping it normal. I just don't want to be the reason her fiancé gets heartbroken.

"It's her..." The Doctor told me, pointing to Amy before addressing her. "It's you... it's all about you..."

What the fuck was he talking about?

"What are you talking about, you crazy old man?!" I finally yelled in confusion.

The Doctor hit me with a dirty look. "No more smooching from you! Now, onto the more important things—the single most important thing in the universe..." He puffed, trailing off dramatically.

"Is what?" I threw my arms in the air.

He surged forward, grabbing Amy's wrist and pulling her up. He grabbed my hand next, tugging us both behind him and into the TARDIS.

"It's that we get Amelia Pond sorted. Right now."