I am back :3 I have missed this website. Anyway, this is an 11/Amy friendship fic. I hope you all like it, I hope it's good too :D Rated T for implied sex.

In the American back streets, the child fell to her knees, the golden glow shrouding her form and overtaking her, remodelling her face and body, fixing the sickness and the pain, eradicating everything except her memories. She stayed a child as the glow faded, her face now framed with thick golden waves, unbefitting a child of the streets. She sank to her knees and the blankness overtook her, the way it always had when the magic had hewn through her body, fixing things. She smiled, and her eyes closed.

The Doctor jolted awake, the precarious balance he'd had on the chair lost in that momentary jerk and he crashed onto the metal grille floor, landing heavily on his back and laying there, staring at the ceiling of the TARDIS. The lights on the ceiling flickered as the engine moaned softly, the slight effort of zooming through the space time continuum making the wooden box creak slightly and the engine to work. He lay on the grille, the memories of the dream cramming his mind. That kid, everything revolved around her, and it was tied in with him and Amy somehow, somehow everything was connected. He rubbed his fists on his forehead, his fingers splaying out to tug at his hair and pull at it, wrapping it around his skinny, piano player's fingers.

Somehow he was connected to that child, somehow she was a timelord, somehow she was the key to this mess. He lay flat on his back, observing the random chasing of lights on the ceiling of the TARDIS and a small sigh escaped his parted lips. His eyes brimmed and then he closed them again, forcing his tears to vanish. He was worrying again, about Amelia Pond. He had known her since she was young, her "imaginary friend" who came back for her the night before she got married. His hands twisted over each other and then he sat up, his back completely rigid as he heard footsteps on the metal walkway above him. The footsteps were quiet, tentative and seemed as though whoever it was didn't particularly want to be wherever they were above him. He took a deep breath in and blew it out over his lips, hardly making a sound in the eerie silence.

'Pond?' He stated into the silence, tightening his bow tie around his neck and hoping it was Amy.

'Doctor...' She replied, trailing off miserably and then made her way down the steps, sitting down beside him, holding herself perfectly still. He opened his arms and pulled her to him, holding her tightly as she shivered. It took a moment for him to realise she was crying, holding onto his shirt and silently letting go of everything. He held her, resting his chin atop her head and worrying about her, but not wanting to tell her. His mind flashed over the TARDIS checking Amy for her pregnancy and tightened his grip on her, almost completely subconsciously. He didn't know what was wrong with her, and that meant that she could have no idea what was going on either. The mutual bond that spread between them seemed stronger now, and he held her as tight as he could and rocking slightly to hold her safe. She slowly stopped crying and he held her, his long arms around her and his cheek against hers. There was a gentle silence that spread and then Amy moved slightly, her whole body shifting off of his and next to him, resting her head on his shoulder.

'Are you okay Pond?' He asked her softly, knowing that she wasn't but wanting to fill the silence expanding around them.

'I'm sorry.' She muttered, her hands wiping her eyes, but another burst of tears threatened and she buried her face in her hands.

'Amy, it's okay, really. What's wrong?' His voice shook and she placed her hand over his, squeezing tightly.

'Doctor, I don't know what's going on with me... I... First I think I'm pregnant but I'm not and then River and you... I'm so scared.' The Doctor sighed and gently touched her hand.

'Oh Amelia...' She smiled weakly.

'You only call me Amelia when you worry about me.'

'I always worry about you.' She furrowed her brow and glanced at him through her hair.

'You don't always call me Amelia though... It's something specific.'

'Amy, I should have told you before... I... Just come here.' He pulled her to her feet and then they walked to the central console, The Doctor letting go of her hand and turning the monitor to face her. The thing that had been bothering him flashed over the screen.

Positive
Negative
Positive
Negative

Amy swallowed, her throat suddenly dry. The Doctor could see the pain etched on her features and wished desperately that he wasn't so awkward and could enfold her in his arms, instead he took a few steps back and watched her as a quiet almost pitiful moan came from between her lips. She stepped backwards, desperately seeking the comfort of her best friend's arms around her, his warmth on her shivering body.

'Doctor... Please... Just... H-hold my hand.' He stepped forward and hugged her, holding her against his chest, the soft tweed of his jacket comforting her as she turned and buried her face in it, taking calming breaths of his scent that was so uniquely him. He held her hand tightly and she squeezed it, still holding tightly to him with the other.

'Go to bed, Pond. Just go to bed. Hush...' He held her as she was suddenly racked with sobs that seemed to paralyse her from moving from the spot, the comfort he exuded keeping her safe. 'Oh Amy...' She raised her head to his and he rested her forehead on his.

'You're my best friend, Doctor, please... Explain. Or try to, please.' Their foreheads were still touching and The Doctor sighed, his sweet breath rolling over her face and blowing a few strands of hair over her pale face. He kissed her nose gently and then stepped back.

'The only thing I can think of is that the TARDIS has rubbed off on you somehow.' Amy nodded, hands curling protectively by her sides.

'So... So what, my baby is going to be part Timelord...?' The Doctor shrugged.

'I can't answer that question but...' He paused abruptly, wondering if Amy could take much more, if he could even explain the complicated way in which most Timelords, well, ones that were related were linked.

'But...' Amy looked at him. 'I know you're trying to protect me... But... Please.' He sighed.

'I... The first thing you need to understand is that Timelords that are related have this kind of psychic link... And that child, from America, your child, Amy, regenerated and linked to me. That child is related to me, your child is related to me. And is a Timelord. Or at least a partial Timelord.' It was a hit and miss description but it was the best he could do.

'So... It's not Rory's. It's yours, somehow.' She nodded, eyes wide and frightened.

'Somehow. Maybe I regenerate and I drain the energy into your baby...' He mused for a while and Amy felt a sick dread in her stomach. She'd watched him die, that couldn't be it. She was snapped back into reality by him leaning in and staring into her eyes.

'Pond? Are you okay?' She nodded vaguely. He kissed her forehead.

'Go to bed, Amy. You can have my bedroom, if you don't want to wake Rory. I won't be sleeping tonight.' She nodded, completely exhausted.

'Thank you.' He studied her for a moment and then pulled her into his arms.

'Sleep well. Remember, I'm your best friend and I'm always going to be here for you, always.' She nodded and kissed his cheek with the lightest of touches.

'Goodnight Doctor.'

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