It’s not the way things normally work. I mean you aren’t supposed to be older than your mother , but when your mom and dad are time travelling humans – things get complicated. That’s putting it simply.
The Ponds, as they would eventually be called or Amy Pond and Rory Williams, as I knew them growing up, really were clueless to who I was. I was just the new classmate with the strict but somehow absent guardian. He became more absent as I got older, but that was to be expected, he was a time traveller too. A fixed point in time.
No one had believed Amy about the crack in the wall and the blue box, well except me. I knew way too many “spoilers”. That was going to become one of my favorite words but not for some time yet. Rory stood by her too, although the quiet and shy boy didn’t say much, I could see he would only ever have eyes for Amy.
I wish I could say the same for Amy. She was a bit of a flirt, and a lot of the boys followed her around. Still at the end of the day, she was the best mom, even though she didn’t know it.
Which leads us to the day I was late to get to a party. Eighteen was a great age. I had learned how to shoot since Uncle Jack said I would need it someday, and John had showed me how to hot wire . . . well everything. So I was almost never late and never caught, until. . . that one time,
I had promised Amy I would come to a surprise party for Rory. I was running late, because Uncle Jack was insisting I compile a “spotter’s guide” on The Doctor. In hindsight I imagine he was right, but I had a party to get to. So I dashed out the front door and down toward town.
The bus was just sitting there. I suppose the driver was on their dinner break . . . but there it sat, a city bus. It took only a few seconds and I had the engine engaged and well the shortest route was through a rose garden so, pedal to the metal, off I went.
I underestimated the amount of time it would take for the actual driver to call the police, and soon sirens and red lights were following my path of destruction.
So I called Amy, I was fairly certain Uncle Jack wouldn’t yell at her and, like a good mother, she posted bail and gave me a lecture about not causing that kind of trouble. I was lucky or someone important stepped in and I was let off with a warning . . .from the police. The one I got from Uncle Jack was a good deal more severe. Preparation for things to come ?