Disclaimer: I don't own Dr. Who. I'm just someone who got struck by a series of plot bunnies who won't leave me alone. It has been a while since a plot bunny has struck me and wouldn't let me go. This hit me yesterday and had to be written. Enjoy.

Soon as she felt the touch she knew it was over. The angle had taken her away but the question was where and would she be with her husband. It was the sound that hit her first. It wasn't the sound of a silent graveyard but of a busy city… with horses. As she opened her eyes her legs went out from under her. River had always said time manipulators sometimes could give you a rough ride if you weren't prepared. There wasn't a tardis to protect you from pokie decades. She felt like she had been ripped through time, when in fact she had.

Taking a quick look around as she slowly got back to her feet. "Well from what I can see down this rather," she kicked the garbage at her feet, "dirty ally it has got to be late 19th century or early 20th." She started to make her way to the entrance when it was blocked by two rather large thugs.

"Well well well… what do we have here."

"A little lost ginger flower," He leered at her , "Just waiting to be plucked."

"I"ll pluck you ya bastard." She growled.

"Oooo firey, " The man advanced. "I like a little spice in my whores." He licked his lips.

He was about to make a grab for Amy when a voice from the front of the ally shouted, "I wouldn't do that if I were you." From behind them she saw a smartly dressed Victorian style gentleman.

"Piss off, she is ours." The first one snarled, never taking his eyes off Amy.

"I'd listen to the man if I were you." A female voice said from above them. Amy looked up long enough to see a black woman leaning out of the window.

"I'll have you as my dessert!" The second one looked up and snarled.

"You will loose more than fingers if you try it!" The woman pulled back into the building.

"I said unhand her!" The gentleman advanced his cane ready to strike them men.

That got their attention. So much so infact they temporally forgot about Amy, which was their biggest mistake. She managed to get in a few blocks before the woman she heard before shouted out, "Doctor,Hit the dirt!"

Acting on instinct Amy dove behind some crates just as the goons were hit by a chanined electrical current. They hit the ground like a sac of potatoes.

Dusting himself off, the man made his way to his feet. "Maybe next time they will listen to Doctor's orders." He smirked. As he dusted himself off, "You can come down Bess. These bastards won't getting up any time soon."

"Doctor?" Amy began looking the 'Doctor' over.

"Hurry up we need to find that odd reading." The 'Doctor' ignored Amy and made his way to tardis blue large horse draw box wagon.

"Doctor, where is Rory!" she grabbed his shoulder to turn him around.

"I don't know who you …" It was then that the box the 'Doctor' was holding went started putting off a lot of odd noises.

"Doctor, there was nothing in the building that could have been putting off those readings." The woman came to a halt when she saw Amy.

"I think I found it."

With a borrowed cloak from Bess, who was taking the wagon back to the Doctor's lab, covering her 21st century clothing Amy accepted a cup of tea from a small stand. "Care to explain who you are?"

"Sorry, with everything going on I never did introduce myself." He switch his tea cup into his left hand and shook Amy's hand. "I am Doctor Frederick Lake."

"Amelia Pond, my friends call me Amy."

"Nice to meet you Amy." He smiled.

"Are you a Medical Doctor?" Amy sipped her tea.

"No, I am a doctor of the sciences. Which is how I came across the odd signles that caused me to find you, by the way what were you doing in that ally?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." She sipped her tea, "Though I could use your help finding someone."

Fredrick laughed, "You would be surprised what I will believe. And for a pretty lady I'll do anything to help. My father would have my head if I didn't." He cringed at the thought.

Deciding it was always better to jump in with both feet, "I chose to be zapped back in time to be with my husband Rory. I need to find him."

Fredrick's face went white. "Drink your tea, I'll get us a cab." He nearly scalded himself gulping down his own.

"Why?" Amy asked warily.

"Because I do believe you, and I think you need to talk to my father." He hailed a cab over to them, "If it is timey wimmy wibbly wobbely stuff. He is the best man to help you."

A/N: As always read and review. BTW keep tissues handy.