AU from the time Amy says "Goodbye" in The Angels Take Manhattan.

"No, no, no." Sobs tore through the redhead as she sank to her knees. This wasn't right. Tears, uncontrollable now, soaked her pinstriped shirt. "I was supposed to come to you. This isn't right." Her words punctured with her heavy sobbing.

Weeping Angels. It was all they're fault. How could there have been two? In the span of only minutes. Two different angels. One got Rory, who knows where he is now. And another got her. And sent her here, wherever here is.

"'Suse me Miss. You alright?" A voice, thankfully speaking English but with a Welsh accent, sounded from behind her, just before a hand touched her shoulder.

"Could you tell me were I am? I'm afraid I'm a little lost." She said, speaking through her tears, trying to sound like her world had not just imploded on itself. She stood and turned to look at the man. He was just a few inches shorter than her, with kind eyes and a sort of pudgy face.

"We're in Penarth." He elaborated when he saw the lost look on her face. "It's about 5 kilometers south-west of Cardiff." That answered one question.

"This question might be a bit strange, but what year is it?" Her tears had mostly stopped by now, her voice stronger.

"It's 1962."

"Thanks." She starts walking away, before pausing and turning back around. "Which way is south?" The kind man pointed in the direction she was heading. "Thanks." She mumbled, and continued walking. The Doctor had once mentioned, rather briefly, a friend in Cardiff. Maybe he could help her.

The Doctor watched as Amy disappeared from right in front of him. His knees sank into the slightly damp grass in front of the tombstone that bore Rory's name. One heart had broke when she vanished, and with every fiber of his being, he wished, just this once to know the ending. But his second heart broke when Amelia's name never appeared on the grave marker.

"Sweetie, come on. It won't do you any good to be sent back in time too. Up you go." River's voice floated around his consciousness, and her arm went around his chest, pulling him to stand. Making sure she kept her eyes on the statue, she lead the Doctor, rather skillfully considering she was walking backwards, to the TARDIS, and let him in. He followed, like an empty shell. Once the doors where closed, she turned to him. "Sweetie, look at me." He continued to stare at the floor. "Doctor." She said a little more forcefully. "DOCTOR!" She shouted, but still he continued to be fascinated by the floor. So she did the only thing she could. She slapped him.

"OW!" He shrieked. "Blimey that hurt. Are you sure you're not related to a woman named Jackie Tyler? Are you sure you're the Pond's kid?" He rubbed his cheek, which would probably end up a vibrant shade of red.

"Yes, I'm positive. Now, work with me, not against me. Time was being rewritten. Something happened. I'm surprised you haven't felt it. Amy's name should have appeared on that gravestone. There was more than enough room. That was a fixed point." River started fiddling with various buttons and knobs and levers.

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying there might be a way to get her back."

A/N:

I'm horrible, ending it like that. Please note I have nothing against Clara, like my other stories, they are just random thoughts that I like to run with.