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"I'll follow him!" Amy told the Doctor as she watched his Ganger leave the room. She feared she'd upset him somehow with her words. Amy quickly ran through the door. The Ganger looked so upset. She felt a twinge of guilt, but she had to remind herself that this wasn't her Doctor. This was just a copy. What did it know about feelings?

Amy tried to apologize to him, but she felt as if she was getting nowhere. When she started talking about his death, he turned around, eyes flashing, grabbed her, and slammed her against the wall. Amy yelped. She'd never, ever, been afraid of him before. But this wasn't him. It was his evil copy.

"Why?!" The Ganger shouted at her.

"You're hurting me!" she shouted back at him.

"All they ever say is 'why'!"

"Let go!" Amy shouted again, struggling. The Ganger had gripped the lapels of her jacket tightly. She was still pinned up against the wall.

Suddenly, the Ganger's eyes softened a little and he smiled and laughed a little to himself.

"'Let go'?" he asked, his voice quiet now. "How could I ever let you go?" Amy's eyes widened. Just what was he talking about?

"You're hurting me," she said again, this time quietly.

"No," the Ganger disagreed, "You're hurting me. Every day, I have to watch you kissing that nurse. How could you choose a nurse over your Doctor?"

"What are you talking about?" Amy questioned him, "You're his Ganger. I haven't spent any time with you before."

"And you think because I am the copy that I don't share his feelings? He is me!" The Ganger's voice got a little louder. His gripped tightened on her jacket as he moved one hand and placed it on her cheek. He pressed her further to the wall.

"Oh, Amy. Amelia. My Amelia Pond. When are you going to wake up and realize that you're mine? You'll always be mine." Amy felt her blood go cold. She had already sorted her feelings out between Rory and the Doctor a while ago, and she chose Rory. So, why was he bringing this up now?

"What's gotten into you?" Amy asked. Then she shook her head. "This is nonsense! You're just a Ganger! Let me—"

"No," he said, his eyes flashing dangerously, "No, you're not going anywhere." And then, he kissed her, pressing her impossibly further into the wall, so that she was uncomfortably smushed between his body and the hard brick. It wasn't really a nice kiss either. It felt kinda angry, or desperate. Amy wondered if this was what the Doctor felt like when she'd slammed him against the TARDIS doors and kissed him. Now, she was really rethinking that course of action. Maybe this was just revenge for that. But how would this one know that! Does this Ganger really share his memories?

Amy tried to put her arms in between her and the Ganger, but he was too close. She felt very afraid. She'd never known the Doctor to be possessive or dark like this. This wasn't her Doctor. This was just the Ganger. Besides, if he wanted to be with her this badly, why didn't he make his move earlier?! Well, he did show up at her house when she was seven. No! She couldn't think like this!

Amy started to struggle, but the Doctor just pressed his mouth harder against hers. She eventually figured that the only way for him to stop was for her to stop responding. She stood very still. A tear slid down her face. She felt the Ganger wipe it away and opened her eyes. The Ganger was looking at her with such remorse in his eyes. She'd seen this expression many times on the Doctor before, but never in a situation like this.

"Oh, Amy," he whispered, "what have I done?" Realizing that he'd released her, Amy quickly ran out of the room, slamming the door behind her. Everyone was still in the same position as when they'd left, but when the Doctor saw her expression, he paled.

"Keep him away from me!" Amy shouted at him before he could ask, her voice trembling as she pointed at the door. The door then opened and the Ganger walked in. He looked at her and held out his hand towards her in a "trying-to-fix-things" way.

"Amy…I'm sorry…"

"No! We don't trust you!" The Doctor stood up next to Amy and quickly examined them both. They both looked frenzied and Amy's lips were swollen. The Doctor narrowed his eyes at his Ganger, then set off to business like everything was cheery.