Ok! So! This is the prologue on what I hope will be a good story. It's stupid to put it up really considering I have two other major stories I'm working on at the mo as well but I just kept writing this, seriously I've already written ten chapters lol

So basically this will be a multi-Doctor story, I won't say which ones yet other than Eleven is in it throughout despite taking a few chapters off, and will be an Amy/Doctor story. However it will be slow building. This won't be one of those stories where Amy just forgets about Rory because that's ridiculous, and they should be destroyed. It's set right after the Doctor's Wife in series 6 and as a quick side not for those of you who don't know, the rest of series will be back on August 27th I think, unless that's just for people in America. I think it's out here in Britain on the same day though.

Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who. It's run by much better people.

Prologue – And It Begins…

The sound of mechanical wheezing filled the still night of the Grand Canyon, the dust springing into the obscure breeze that seemed to appear from nowhere. An innocent passing Gecko scurried for shelter as the breeze and noise increased, the shape of a blue box materializing out of thin air. With an echoing boom the TARDIS stabilized, and within seconds the door had been flung open to reveal the Doctors childishly eager smile.

"Aha! Didn't I tell you?" The 909 year old Timelord said excitedly, venturing out of the ancient blue box and straightening his bow tie. "America! The Grand Canyon 2011! Just like I said."

Amy and Rory exited the doors behind him. "Didn't you say it would be sunny though? You know, the sort of sunny that comes with the daytime?" Amelia Pond was all too happy to destroy the Doctors good mood.

"Yes alright Pond so I'm a little off, do you always have to jam it down my throat?" He scowled when she offered him a sickly sweet toothy grin. "Oh…shut up."

"So why are we here anyway, Doctor?" Rory asked, his arm encircling his wife's waist.

The Doctor spun around to take in the vast canyon they had landed in. "I got a message on the psychic network via the TARDIS telepathic circuits – the same circuits that allow you to speak and read all the colourful languages the universe could dream up. Back in the day Time Lords used it as a way to maintain communications between TARDIS's when we used to go out and about sailing across the stars," he rounded back on them with a goofy smile. "We were sailors. I should get a doughboy hat immediately."

"You really shouldn't," Amy responded with a very serious shake of her head. "What'd it say anyway?"

"Oh nothing important as such, just a cry for help – in fact I get the feeling I can handle this one by myself and be back within the hour. Feel free to explore the Canyons and caves or just have a nice rest. Can never get enough of those. Nice rests," His smile faded as he examined their body language. It seemed there was only one thing on their mind. "Or then perhaps find your own recreational activity. I swear you're worse than rabbits."

"Are you sure you'll be alright on your own?" Amy asked, concern for the Timelord etched into every crevice on her beautiful face.

"Amy you worry too much. I've survived for hundreds of years I think I've earned a little respect," He lowered his gaze and put on his best mature face.

Amy merely stared at him. "Last week I caught you fighting to get your left shoe on, and you were losing."

"It's bigger on the inside."

"Don't even go there," she warned, though she softened when he smiled. "Look, just, be careful ok? For me? And besides there's no one else in the universe whose going to eat all those fish fingers and custards we have in the cupboards."

He offered her a thin smile. "As you wish. But you need to stop worrying about me so much."

"Someone has to. You're like a magnet for all things dodgy."

"Fair enough," He clicked his fingers in their direction. "Have fun."

Rory smiled uncomfortably. "Will do. Let us know when you get back."

"Aye aye Centurion," the Doctor saluted. "No, sorry, that didn't work did it?"

Amy gave him a sad sympathetic look. "Sorry."

"Oh well no harm done. Be back in a tick," he said, jogging off into the darkness.

"Be careful!" Amy called after him. He flicked his wrist over his head to show he had heard her as he leapt over a puddle. It hadn't even been sunny during the day time it would seem. "And knock this time before you come storming into our room!"

"I learnt my lesson after the last time Amelia!" Was his last words before he disappeared into the shadows.

Amy let out an exasperated sigh at the memory, and chuckled warmly when she remembered the Doctor walking straight into the wall next to the doorway in his haste to leave their room. Never a dull moment. She turned to her husband and grabbed his hand, shooting him a seductive smirk.

"Why don't we go inside," She whispered, giggling at the stupid smile on his stupid face.

"No arguments here," was his predictable answer. Soon the two had entered the TARDIS and Rory thrust her up against the console. The former kissogram let out a high pitch squeak, before snaking her arms around her husbands' neck and pulling his lips down to meet hers. Their mouths battled for dominance until Amy heaved away and stared at him from under her eye lashes.

"How about we move this to the kitchen?" She breathed out, her fingers tracing the muscles in his neck.

She smiled when he gulped. "The kitchen? Really? What if the Doctor comes back?"

"Exactly," Her eyes had that excited sparkle that had the power to make him do whatever she wanted.

"Oh Mrs Williams," Rory mockingly chastised before swooping her into his arms bridal style. "I do love you."

She smirked. "I should hope so, Mr Will-"

"AMY!"

Both Amy and Rory turned feverish eyes onto the door at the desperate sounding voice, freezing on the spot. They stood that way, with Amy in Rory's arms, ears trained for the noise as if to prove they had not been hallucinating.

"AMY!"

"Doctor," Amy breathed, recognising the voice. With angelic grace the red head squirmed free of her husbands' arms and pelted toward the doors of the TARDIS, Rory hot on her heels. That was far too quick a journey, the Time Lord having only been gone a few moments. She didn't know what could make the Doctor cry out for her like that but she did know she didn't want to wait to find out. She grabbed the handle and whipped it open, feeling slightly angry. She had told him to be careful. She told him that he shouldn't go without them and yet here they were, after he had refused their help only a few minutes before, now crying out for their assistance.

She stepped outside, ready to lay in to him, but froze at the sight before her. The Doctor was limping toward them whilst clutching his gut, barely managing to stay on his feet. Within an instant all her anger washed away in a wave of concern. Something was very wrong. His clothes looked as if he had been in some sort of fire, which only served to heighten her confused panic. Her eyes caught the slight glow of his skin and her heart physically stopped beating, instead leaping up into her throat.

"Oh no," she gasped. "No, no no no DOCTOR!" She screeched and pounced off the ground, sprinting in her raggedy mans' direction. This wasn't possible, this just could not be happening. The Doctor couldn't regenerate. She couldn't lose him like this. There were just so many things wrong with it. After all didn't he die on the beach with the astronaut? She thought, trying to ignore the voice of River Song in her head that kept repeating how time could be re-written. One thing was for sure though, and that was that her Raggedy Doctor was dying, and there was nothing she could do about it.

So what'd ya think? It's only a prologue of the very beginning. In the next chapter there will be another Doctor, a little Amelia and a regeneration. Yep, it's all going on over here. Do let me know if it's worth continuing because as I said, I do have other stories that need attention. Cheers.