Through the Time Vortex
Disclaimer: I, of course, do not own Doctor Who or Star Wars. If I did, that would be pretty awesome, but I don't. Ah well, you can't have everything.
Sorry this Chapter is so short, it is after all a prologue...
Please keep in mind that sadly, I cannot read the future, so I have no idea if this story will conflict with future plot developments that will occur during Season 6 part 2 and Season 7. Try to think of this story taking place during this nice long break we have between parts 1 and 2. "Nice long" is, of course, a joke-in actuality this break is killing me inside.
Amy's life had just taken a major turn for the worst. Everything she thought she knew she now doubted. There was darkness and pain that raged in her heart like an everlasting fire—and the one person who could quench the flames, her Doctor, was the man she now trusted least of all.
In her heart, she knew that there was nothing the Doctor could do. She knew that her daughter, Melody Pond, would be alright—and would turn out alright, too. She knew that, in time, everything would be fixed. But at this moment, as she dwelled on everything that had gone wrong and every mistake she had made that night, it felt that her heart would never heal.
In all fairness, the Doctor was doing his best to cheer her up until they found a way to fix this mess. Amy secretly loathed herself for being so gloomy, for not trusting the Doctor, for feeling surges of hatred towards him every time he caught her eye. But she just couldn't help it.
The Doctor, who had been trying to act busy flicking switches, caught her staring at him. He tried to muster a strained grin as Rory glared at him and protectively put his arms around his wife. "So," the Doctor said, in a forced, artificially cheerful voice. "Where should we be off to next? The past—" "We've been to the past," Amy said stubbornly. "Right," the Doctor tried to laugh. "The future, then?" "Ben there, too," she reminded him dully. "Er..right. How about a planet?" he said. "For God's sake does it matter?" Amy shouted. The Doctor winced. Amy immediately saw that she had hurt the feelings of her oldest friend, and melted miserably. "I'm sorry. I'm just—I suppose I just need a vacation. As far away from this bloody place as possible," she added as an afterthought. "Sound good," the Doctor smiled, relieved that she was no longer shouting.
The Doctor mentally flipped through the names of planets. Clearly what Amy needed right now was to be caught up in something so big, so amazing, so absolutely fantastic that she would forget her pain. Aha! The Doctor knew exactly the place. The TARDIS hadn't been so far away from the galaxy for quite awhile, but a long trip wouldn't hurt her.
The Doctor pulled down on a lever dramatically, always enjoying putting on a show. "I've got just the place," he said brightly to Amy and Rory. "Now, I could be wrong, but I think you're going to like it…"
TO BE CONTINUED!