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Space/Time Redux; Narcissus	By : DJCo Category: 1 through F > Doctor Who Views: 12845 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: All characters and settings are the property of Steven Moffat and the BBC. I am in no way associated with the owners or producers of "Doctor Who" and make no money from this story. The first chapter is adapted from "Space" and "Time" by Steven Moffat.

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Amy stood at the edge of the pool, staring at her reflection in the water. The distorted image provided an apt metaphor for what she was now feeling. Behind her, her other self lay on her back, supporting herself on her elbows, watching her.
“I know you're looking at my ass,” said the Amy who was standing by the pool, without looking around.
“You betcha,” her younger self replied flirtatiously as she admired her own posterior. “I'm never gonna get used to that. I don't wanna sound up myself or anything but that is fine.”
Up myself, she thought, suddenly getting an idea. She opened her mouth to voice it, but her older self spoke first.
“Yeah, we're gonna do that, just wait...”
Amy's eyebrows raised almost involuntarily. “O...K...” she stammered.
The older Amy smirked at her. “Too bad I didn't think to nick the sonic screwdriver before I came here,” she said. “Just think of the fun we could've had with that.”
“Oh, he totally got it from some futuristic Ann Summers,” the present Amy replied. “Not to mention how the thing in that glass column in the middle of the control console looks like a giant butt plug. We might think he's like a little parish boy when it comes to sex but he's blatantly obsessed!”
Her other self grinned, then put her hands together in a praying gesture and steeled herself before diving into the pool. She hit the water hard, finding it to be a pleasing lukewarm temperature. Submerging, she swam down and back up in a perfect arc to find herself above the water once again. She let out the breath she'd been holding in as soon as she broke the surface, and wiped water from her eyes before opening them to find the other her now sitting on the edge of the pool, dangling her legs over the side.
“Coming in?” she asked, knowing the answer.
The younger Amy kicked her legs in the water causing tiny splashes, the way she had as a child when Aunt Sharon used to take her to feed the ducks in Leadworth – until Aunt Sharon would tell her off and order her to get out of the duck pond. “What have you got in mind?”
“What you've got in mind, of course,” she answered immediately.
Amy 1's lips curled into a smile. Supporting herself with her arms, she dropped from her sitting position down into the pool and swam front crawl over to her other self. She gave herself a half-smile as the whole weird, bizarre enormity of what they had done and were about to do sank in.
“So,” she said nervously, “are we actually gonna kiss then?”
“That would be a bit weird wouldn't it?” the older Amy said playfully.
“Kind of...” her younger self conceded.
Saying nothing more, Amy 2 waded closer to herself and wrapped her arms around her, gazing longingly into her own eyes.
This is mental, Amy 1 thought.
“Tell me about it,” Amy 2 replied, and she leaned in and brushed her lips softly against her own.
It was the strangest sensation. It wasn't like kissing Rory, or any other man, but rather more tender. The kiss lasted just a few moments before Amy broke it off and pulled away from her future self.
“That's just too weird,” she said. “But then, you knew that.”
The future Amy nodded, smilingly. “Yeah, I knew that. Funny how you can shag yourself but kissing just seems too weird.” She emphasised her double's last two words, making them seem faintly ridiculous.
“Well, I'm good for the other thing?” the younger Amy replied, propositioning herself.
Her older self arched her right eyebrow, the hint of a small lustful smile playing across her face... but her eyes didn't smile. “Yeah, I'm good for that too,” she replied, suddenly with an apparent hint of nervousness in her voice. “But I know what's coming...”
“What do you mean?” The youngest Amy asked as she looked at her older self for a long while, taking in every detail of her own face, her own body. It was so strange, even after doing this all before three days ago from her temporal doppelgänger's perspective, to be looking into her own eyes like this. So familiar yet so alien in many ways. She considered how far she had come since joining the Doctor on his travels; she had once felt so lost, but now she had found herself again.
The universe had turned against her. Her entire life had been turned upside-down by the universe deciding to play a practical joke on her; Her parents had been stolen – ripped out of time and space by a crack in the skin of reality. Her mind had rebelled, unable to remember them. She had remembered bits and pieces, like her mum carving smiley faces in apples to get her to eat them – fragments of disjointed images that didn't make sense, yet somehow seemed perfectly natural.
The Doctor had put things right.
He had restored the universe, and with it her life. Her parents had been returned to her, alive and well, as if nothing had happened; the fourteen years she had lived without them erased and replaced by the life she should have had all along. No longer had she felt so abandoned and so alone. No longer was Rory the one friend she had clung to in her lonely and frightening existence – someone to merely settle for – but someone she genuinely loved because he had brought excitement and happiness to her life, had shared her love of play and adventure. Yes, she had still been taken to four psychiatrists to talk about her strange delusion of a visit from the Raggedy Doctor who had mysteriously dropped out of the sky in his big blue box, and still she had bitten each one of them in turn when they had dared to suggest that he hadn't been real. This time, however, she had been surrounded by a loving family who had helped her through the painful time.
Now she remembered both lives. That old, lonely, life... that frightened little girl, all alone in the big empty house with too many rooms... It was still there, nestling in some tiny, dark corner of her mind. She hated what it had done to her. She looked back on that scarred, insecure, frightened young woman, so guarded and quick to lash out. So afraid to let anyone in. So afraid to love. The woman who had thrown herself at the Doctor on the night before her wedding to Rory...
Poor, lovely Rory. The man who had waited for her for 2,000 years, who had proven his love for her immeasurably. God knows why he had so loved that version of her, for she had used him shamelessly, disregarding his feelings in favour of her own selfish drives.
She looked back at that woman now, and she hated her.
When she looked at her other self now, all she could think was; You bitch.
“There you go,” the older Amy said, knowing her other self's mind.
“Ah...” Amy replied, suddenly understanding.
The other Amy nodded. “I know what you're thinking,” she said, truly serious for the first time since her arrival in this timeframe. “I know what you feel, because I felt it too. You think we deserve to be punished.”
“Don't I?” she replied, refraining from using the pronoun “we.”
“That's for you to answer,” the elder Amy replied.
“But you are me?!” her younger self protested.
Amy 2 smiled, and this time, her whole face did so. “Yeah, but I've already made my decision on that score. You have to go your own way. Three days time, for you, you'll be where I am now, having this same conversation. Right now, you've got an opportunity to really explore yourself...” She spoke earnestly, her voice low. “That's what's important; right now.”
Amy 1's mouth opened and closed. She didn't quite understand what her older self was getting at, but she had a vague idea. She held her own gaze for several seconds, before taking a deep breath and finding her voice. “OK,” she said. “Get out.”
Amy 2 sighed. “Here we go...” she said under her breath. With that, she swam across to the edge of the pool, placed her hands on the poolside for support and pushed herself upwards against it, easing herself out of the pool.
Amy 1 watched her as she hugged herself, shivering against the coolness of the room, which contrasted with the warm temperature of the water. “Are you OK?” she asked.
Her older self looked at her with an expression of... fear. She nodded. “Yeah... it's just that I know what's coming. I know what you're about to do to me... because I did it to me.”
Amy shivered, and not because of the cold. “What do you mean? What am I going to do?”
The other her sighed. “You'll do what comes naturally. What you think you... I,” she corrected herself, “need.”
She nodded, and thought of Rory, of his poor heart... of what it undoubtedly did to him to learn that she had thrown herself at the Doctor on the night before their wedding. She was out of her head though, wasn't she? She'd been whisked away by a strange man on the night before her wedding, had travelled through time and space and met Daleks, Weeping Angels and all sorts of nasty creatures. She'd been confused, upset and overwhelmed after her experience on the Byzantium. She had nearly died. She had been alone in the dark, and she had nearly died. She hadn't known what she was doing.
But that was no excuse.
Determinably she swam to the edge of the pool to join her other self. Rather than climb out as the other her had done, she decided to use the steps. Holding onto the railings either side of them, she stepped up out of the pool and stood opposite herself, a few feet away from her, like two enemies in a Western, sizing each other up before a shoot-out.
Then, without breaking her gaze the older Amy got down on her knees, as if in supplication, before finally placing her hands on the tiled floor in front of her and going down on all fours, like a dog.
Without saying a word, Amy walked towards her, and stopped just in front of her face. She reached down, cupped her other self's chin in her palm, and stared into her eyes. She looked into her own soul, seeing the frightened little girl she had once been, frightened of the woman she had become. She thought again of Rory, and of the Doctor, struggling to get away from her as she threw herself at him...
“You're getting married in the morning!” He cried incredulously as he leapt off her bed and backed against the TARDIS.
“Well, the morning's a long time away,” she replied, following him up and pinning him against the Police Box. “What are we gonna do about that?”
“Amy, listen to me; I am 907 years old. Do you understand what that means?” He struggled from her grip and moved away, forcing her to spin around in order to grab hold of him.
“It's been a while?”
“Ye – no. I'm 907 and look at me; I don't get older, I just change. You get older, I don't, and this Can't. Ever. Work!” He struggled from her grip once again and backed against his ship, seemingly for emotional support.
Bless him. She pouted at him, with a hint of pity as if he were an inexperienced teenager. “Aww, you are sweet, Doctor, but I really wasn't suggesting anything quite so... long term.” She had him. Clasping her hands around the nape of his neck, she kissed him passionately.
For a few moments, he appeared to reciprocate, before coming to his senses and pushing her away. She looked at him, a look of shock on her face. She had been a kiss-o-gram, she was used to guys falling at her feet. No one had ever rejected her like this before.
“But you're human, you're Amy, you're getting married in the morning...!”
Jeez, it's just sex, she had thought at the time. We all do it. Like it's that big a deal!
That line of thought now appalled her. She considered that had their roles been reversed, and her actions had been perpetrated by the Doctor, trying to get her into bed like that, society would likely have viewed it as tantamount to attempted rape. When she thought of Rory, who had no doubt been drunkenly enjoying his stag do, safe in the knowledge that his fiancé was at home looking forward to their wedding day – to proclaiming her love for him – she felt ashamed. Her eyes filled with tears.
Those same eyes stared back at her, pleading for forgiveness. Amy held her own gaze for a moment, then felt a surge of adrenaline course through her body. Without warning – though of course no warning was needed – her right arm swung through the air, almost of its own accord, and with every ounce of physical and emotional strength in her being, she slapped herself in the face. Hard.
Her other self looked stunned, despite having known what was coming, even if her younger self hadn't. The sound of the slap echoed around the chamber as the future Amy stumbled for a moment, her head jolting to her right, and she froze for several seconds that seemed to last forever, before finally holding her right hand to her stinging cheek.
Amy 1 opened her mouth to speak, but found herself unable to form words.
The uncomfortable silence seemed to stretch on for at least a minute before Amy 2 finally looked at herself and spoke. “Wow, that felt even more painful than it looked.”
“I'm sorry,” Amy 1 eventually managed to say. She didn't know what had possessed her.
Amy 2 held her gaze. “It's OK,” she assured herself. “I know why you did it. I'm you, remember.” She stiffened her posture, sitting up straight yet remaining on her knees, and hesitated before continuing. “That was just the beginning. Now you're really going to go to town.”
“I am?” Amy 1 asked with a mixture of fear and intrigue.
Her other self nodded. “You know why. I know why. You think you're a slut who deserves to be punished, even though that's not who we are any more, but you need to do what you need to do.” Her face seemed to fall to the floor, and she spoke with extreme discomfort. “Just get it over with.”
“If you've known what was going to happen from the start,” Amy 1 asked, “then why were you so excited? Why did you even come back here in the first place?”
“Because I had to come back here,” Amy 2 answered without missing a beat. “You needed me here.”
Amy 1 thought for a moment, then nodded.
“Besides,” Amy 2 continued, “you heard what the Doctor said; we need to maintain the timeline. I had to come back here because it had already happened. I made sure I came back here.”
Amy 1 narrowed her eyes. “What do you mean?” she asked.
Amy 2 hesitated for a moment. “I mean I made sure the TARDIS crashed into itself.”
Amy 1's jaw dropped. “You... I did that?!”
“You had to,” her future self replied. “If I hadn't, then the timeline could've collapsed.” She held her own gaze, looking faintly embarrassed. “Let's just say I wouldn't have passed my TARDIS driving test.”
Suddenly, Amy 1 understood. She knew exactly what she would do in three days' time. “You got the Doctor to give you a driving lesson didn't you.”
Amy 2 nodded. “Like I said, he never lets me have a go. Rory was right though; he probably shouldn't let me do it again.”
Amy 1 rolled her eyes. “Let me guess,” she said in a mocking tone, “there was an 'unexpected TARDIS'?”
“I knew it would work,” Amy 2 went on, ignoring her younger self's attempt at levity, “because it already had. All things considered though, I thought I did a pretty good job in getting where I had to go.”
Again, Amy 1 understood immediately. “So that's why the TARDIS crashed into itself right after the space/time loop...”
Amy 2 nodded. “Yep. I needed to be here, now, for you. It's still weird, isn't it,” she said. “The change in time, I mean. When the cracks closed everything went back to how it should be, but we were at the eye of the storm. We remember the way things were, too...” She looked at the floor, sadly. “The way I was.”
It felt as if a knife were being pushed though her heart, but Amy couldn't feel sorry for herself. She was guilty; Guilty of every single thing she blamed herself for.
Without saying another word, she walked around behind her other self, who visibly tensed with the foreknowledge of what was coming, and returned to her position on all fours. Doggy style, Amy 1 now realised.
Amy 1 knew what she was going to do, and not even the thought that she herself would have to be subjected to this in three days' time would be enough to make her hold back. After all, she deserved it.
She knelt down behind her other self, slightly to the left of her, her posture erect. Still shivering from the contrast between the warm water and the cold air, she reached out instinctively and caressed her other self's right buttock, squeezing and kneading it before pulling her arm away and drawing it back.
Amy 2 winced as she steeled herself.
Amy 1 swung her arm down, and smacked her own backside as hard as she possibly could, causing her other self to draw a sharp intake of breath and let out a tiny squeak of pain. Without waiting for a response, she drew back her hand again and repeated the action.
“Oh shi-”, her other self spat out in pain before being interrupted by another hard smack. Then another. Then another. Amy continued to spank herself repeatedly, each cheek in turn, letting no sense of empathy or sorrow cloud her feelings of anger and self-hatred. She was almost unaware of what she was doing, and only in time did she begin to realise that she had lost much of the feeling in her hand. Still in a daze, she spotted her thin brown leather belt discarded on the poolside floor. Leaving her wounded other self for a moment, she wandered over to it and picked it up before returning and putting it to use.
Amy 2 winced and yelped as the onslaught continued, this time with the belt. Tears had begun to form in her eyes, but she refused to let them fall as the pain increased with each hit. It was nothing compared with what was going to happen next. She barely remembered what was happening from the perspective of being her other self, for it had felt as if she were slipping into a trance. Only when her older self – her now – had cried out for mercy had she finally snapped out of it. That time was now approaching rapidly.
“Aaagh!” she cried out as the final hit connected with her raw skin, remembering how her ass had looked to her other self – bright red and glowing from the whipping. As her other self pulled back her arm once more, her hand clutching the belt tightly, she drew in a sharp intake of breath, causing the other her to stop what she was doing and drop the belt.
Looking around – anywhere but at the woman quivering at her feet – she spotted a large pole, about six feet long, propped up against the wall. It was divided into two sections, with one obviously designed to retract into the other. At the end of it was a retractable head, apparently designed to be fitted with a leaf skimmer – though what the Doctor would need a leaf skimmer for in an indoor pool was anybody's guess. She went over to it and took it in her hands. She twisted it at the middle, and retracted the front part of the pole into the other section, lessening its length by half.
She made her way back to where her other self was still shaking, fighting back tears. Walking around behind her, she dropped to her knees once again, and aimed the three-foot pole horizontally at her backside. The end of the pole was just a few inches in diameter – small enough to fit where she wanted it to go.
Amy 2 braced herself, knowing what was coming, as her other self placed the end of the pole between her buttocks. Instinctively, she clenched her cheeks, not wishing to allow the assault, but as her other self found her hole and pushed forward she found herself unable to keep from letting go and relaxing her muscles. If relaxing was the right word.
It was painful. Without any form of lubrication, it was painful. Still, Amy 1 pushed further, deepening her assault, pumping the pole in and out as far as it would go despite encountering resistance. Despite the lack of any lube, her hole began to open, eventually reaching its widest point. After about ten seconds, Amy 2 cried out in pain, tears now streaming down her face; “Stop! No more. Please, no more!”
Amy 1 stopped in her tracks and froze, rooted to the spot. A look of shock and abject horror registered across her face. Slowly, her hands shaking, she pulled out the pole and dropped it. For the first time, the possibility occurred to her that she may have hurt not only herself, but a life growing inside her. She rose to her feet and stood, shaking from head to toe, and in that instant, she felt contemptible, degraded, ignoble, and despite the presence of her other self – shivering and shaken – she felt entirely alone.
Amy 2's arms and legs gave way beneath her, and she collapsed to the floor, shivering and crying. Amy 1 remained frozen, contemplating what had just taken place, before she too collapsed to her knees once more, this time involuntarily. “I'm sorry,” she whispered, her voice breaking.
Her other self sobbed uncontrollably, devoid of all her usual bravado and apparent confidence – no matter how affected that confidence usually was. Amy 1, without thinking about it, scooped up her other self in her arms and held her tightly. She was surprised to find her other self return the embrace, and they held each other for several minutes, Amy 1 stroking her other self's dripping wet hair.
“I'm sorry,” she said again finally, breaking the silence.
Amy 2 nodded. “I know,” she sniffed, then added, “I bet our psychiatrists would have a field day with this.”
Amy 1 forced a slight chuckle. “They should've probably teamed up for this one.”
Amy 2 forced a smile. Another couple of minutes went by, before she spoke again. “I've still got about fifteen minutes before the TARDISes separate and I vanish back to my own time.” She wiped away her tears and sniffed.
Amy 1 nodded. “Better dry off and get dressed before you do, then.”
Amy 2 shook her head. “There's still time. You're not quite finished yet.”
Amy 1 regarded her sceptically. “I'm not? After that?”
Amy 2 allowed the hint of a mischievous smile – albeit slightly forced – to play across her features. “Well...” she began, “you do have a lot to make up to me.”
Amy 1 understood. “I see,” she said playfully, relieved that her other self wasn't fighting back. Clearly she didn't hate herself too much.
Amy 2 smiled back, and Amy 1 shifted her position to sit back against the wall with her legs wide apart. Then, she beckoned her other self to sit between her legs by patting the floor. Knowing exactly what she wanted, Amy 2 sat between Amy 1's legs, facing away from her, and leaned back, resting her head against her other self's shoulder.
Amy 1 slowly began to caress her other self's soft, tender skin, running her hands over her body, lightly. Amy 2 closed her eyes and murmured with pleasure at the sensation. She giggled as Amy 1 ran her hands over her breasts, squeezing them together and tweaking her nipples. She then felt the hands drift down towards her stomach, playing lightly over her tummy and swirling her middle finger around her navel. Without opening her eyes, she inclined her head upwards to plant a small kiss against her other self's cheek. Amy 1 returned it in kind, and continued to plant small loving kisses across her cheek and down along her neck to her collarbone, while her hands continued to sweep over her body, alighting nerve endings effortlessly and causing the tiny hairs on her arms and the back of her neck to stand on end.
Eventually, those hands moved further south. Amy 1 began to caress the skin of her other self's mound, running her middle finger down along her cleft until she reached her folds. She then started to manipulate the skin of her vulva; swirling her hand in a circling motion, parting her labia and touching her throbbing clit with the tip of her finger before moving it away, teasingly. As she felt what was happening to her now, Amy 2 remembered what she had felt three days ago; a part of her wasn't sure any more which one of them was which. It hardly mattered though, for they were of one mind and intent.
Her breathing grew heavier as the sensation increased in intensity, and she bucked her hips as her other self continued to stroke and caress her vulva with her right hand, while her left hand did the same to her left breast.
Amy 1 pulled her right hand away – causing her other self to moan with displeasure – and brought it to Amy 2's mouth. Amy 2 took a deep breath, taking in her own scent on the tip of her other self's fingers, and without opening her eyes she opened her mouth and allowed her other self to put her fingers inside. She suckled away contentedly, tasting herself on her other self's fingers.
Moving her hand back to her doppelgänger's sex, Amy 1 proceeded to massage her clit rapidly. As Amy 2 began to moan and whimper, and her breathing grew heavier, Amy 1 began to feel the sensation along with her, helped along in no small part by the fact of her other self writhing against her pussy. She wrapped her legs around her other self tightly, peering over her shoulder to see her gasping, soaked pussy glistening in the low light.
Perspiration dripped from them as they embraced each other, Amy 1 now pumping two fingers into her other self. Amy 2 gasped and moaned in agonising ecstasy. She was close.
As her intense orgasm approached, she allowed the sensation to course throughout her body, over and around her. She cried out, her eyes screwed shut, her voice pained. All too quickly the cry became a breath, and finally she panted in a series of short, sharp breaths until the feeling overtook her completely. Then she screamed.
Once again, Amy 1 came along with her. This feeling was less intense than her doppelgänger's climax, but no less thrilling. She held her other self tightly as they came and came together, both whole bodies quaking spasmodically in each other's arms for about half a minute before the feeling subsided.
Then, it was all over. Amy 2 chuckled as her lips curled into a look of sheer contentment. Once more she inclined her head and planted a kiss on her other self's cheek, and this time the other Amy reciprocated by meeting her lips with hers.
They lay entwined for several minutes as the aftershocks subsided, stroking each other's still-wet hair.
Finally, Amy 2 spoke. “I have to go,” she said reluctantly, sounding like a child who didn't want to get up in the morning.
Amy 1 nodded. “You'd better dry off and get dressed,” she said softly.
Amy 2 nodded and, with difficulty, rose to her feet, struggling against her fatigue. There were clean towels in a closet adjacent to the pool, they knew, and together they fetched one each and dried themselves off before gathering their clothes and beginning to dress.
As they did so, Amy 1 spoke, a thought occurring to her. “Hey, I've just realised that Rory never got to get in on the action.” Her voice carried a hint of guilt and regret.
“No. Shame,” Amy 2 replied as she fastened the top button of her jeans and did up the zip, “but hey, maybe another time...” She smiled at herself mischievously.
Amy 1 returned it, and raised her eyebrows. “I guess I'll just have to make sure I don't get any better at driving,” she said, smirking flirtatiously.
“Mmm,” her future self murmured in agreement. Then, her expression growing more serious, she asked; “Feeling any better about yourself?”
Amy 1 thought for a moment. “Yeah,” she replied. “I guess I just needed to...” she trailed off as she considered exactly what it was she had needed to do.
“Deal with a few issues,” her other self finished for her.
“Yeah,” the present Amy agreed. “I kind of know who I am now.” She smiled to herself, genuinely, realising the truth of her statement. Paradoxically she had, through such profoundly adult actions, found a degree of catharsis and achieved a state of childlike innocence that she had not felt in a long time.
Her future self, now fully dressed once again, smiled back. Knowing what was about to happen, she braced herself for the temporal displacement. “Well, I'm off,” she said. “It was nice to meet me!” Then she added; “And to do me...”
“Brings a whole new meaning to 'go fuck yourself', doesn't it.”
The future Amy grinned broadly.
Amy sighed. “Well, I'll see me in three days!” She watched in faint surprise as her future self began to fade, becoming translucent.
As she disappeared, Amy heard her own voice calling back to her, echoing; “Don't forget to go underwear shopping!”
The voice seemed to sail away on the wind as the future her vanished completely, leaving Amy alone with her thoughts. She stood for a while, watching the spot where her future self had disappeared, then turned and slowly made her way to Rory's and her room – complete with its marital bunk beds – where she intended to shower before returning to the control room. Her thoughts dwelled on the experience that she had just shared with herself, and it occurred to her that in three days' time she would of course have to go through everything again from the opposite perspective, something she didn't immediately relish. Still, she thought, her time-hopping had served a purpose; For the first time in many years, she felt like Amelia Pond again, and she now felt as if she could finally put that other life – that other her – to bed.
She walked with a spring in her step, smiling to herself.

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