Okay, smack me with a stick- and blame Tumblr as well! This is fairly dark, like... double death in first chapter and don't even start- I cried writing it. But that's what my muse is coming up with, my loves.

Disclaimer: Not a thing, dearies.

Yo'iolyr, 3094

It's a piercing scream that breaks the standoff between the man in the bow tie and tweed and the devilish looking creature hissing at him, the wail echoing around the caverns. It draws the bow tie man's attention, the split second of worry giving the beast a moment to lunge, sending both into a tumble of limbs and fur and hair on the floor. Another cry ripped through the scuffle, the man finally pushing the monster off of him and running down one of the many tunnels open to him, following the sound of screams and yells.

The man burst into the next room, waving something like a torch in front of him, looking at it as if he could glean some type of reassurance from the device. A frown, instead, appeared, and the man dashed down an adjoining tunnel, moving the torch-like instrument in front of him back and forth, checking it periodically. Another scream pierced his ears, spurring him on as he burst into a large domed cavern, dread filling him as he looked on.

Dozens of the beasts were swarming around two figures near the center of the room, one a long haired ginger, another wielding a broom or mop of some sort. The ginger had her mouth primed for another call before her eyes fell on the man who had entered the room. Her eyes lit up for a second. He had come back for them after all; she knew he'd never leave her behind. The man took a step towards the two people who had been there with him for so much, already reaching for the two of them.

The smile rapidly disappeared from the ginger's face as a creature grabbed her, wrenching her farther away from her two men. Rage showed on the faces of the two men, one using his mop to beat the creatures out of the way, and other pushing and shoving. Another scream pierced the air, scattering the monsters back into the tunnels. A gruesome sight awaited the two.

Her ginger hair was splayed about, a shiny red fan of locks framing a deathly pale face. And the blood, the slowly growing pool of blood stemming from wounds in her back and on her sides. She was gasping for breath, alternating between two names, eyes searching blindly for somebody."Rory," she whispered faintly. "Doctor."

The man in the bow tie backed away a bit, giving the other man and his wife some space. "I'm right here, Amy," Rory said softly. "Just hang on a moment, we're gonna get you out of here and you're going to be okay." His voice broke at the end, sliding his hand into hers. It was icy compared to his skin. "Please, Amy."

A sad smile flickered weakly across her face as she shook her head slightly. "Not this time, Rory," she croaked, squeezing his hand with what little strength she had. Her head turned slightly. "Doctor," she called.

The Doctor moved to her other side quickly, taking her hand in both of his. "Oh, Amy Pond… Glorious, brilliant Amy Pond… I never meant for this to happen." He took in the way she looked, red hair surrounding a pale face like a fiery halo, red hoodie half ripped to shreds, a pool of blood under her. "I am so sorry, Pond…"

"Shut up." And for a moment, she sounded alive again, like she had so many times in their travels. The Doctor and the Ponds in the TARDIS, off to cause some havoc somewhere in time and space. Then she coughed, wheezing, and it was lost. "Doctor. My Raggedy Doctor. My best friend. Promise."

"Anything, Pond."

"Keep Rory safe…" Amy's voice cracked. "Keep him safe." Her eyes flickered over to where her husband kneeled by her side. "Rory…"

"Amy, please…"

"I love you, you silly face." Amy smiled at him weakly. "Now hush, both of you."

Silence fell on the three, Amy's hands encased in Rory and the Doctor's. Her eyes were glued to Rory's the entire time. Her eyes fluttered again, and her hands went limp. Rory ducked his head, tears brimming in his eyes, pressing his wife's hand to his lips over and over. The Doctor bent over Amy, planting a kiss on her forehead for the last time, and laid her hand over her stomach. Standing up, he moved up and away, pointing the torch-like instrument at nothing in particular. A deep whooshing noise filled the room, a light wind ruffling through as a blue police box materialized where he had been pointing it.

"Rory." The Doctor turned once more to face his grieving companion. "Rory, we need to go before the others return." The nurse didn't move, still holding his wife's hand to his lips. "Rory, I know it hurts but we need to go!"

"She's gone." Rory's voice was quiet. "She can't be gone."

"Rory, I am so sorry…" The Doctor was stricken. "Help me move her back to the-"

He was cut off as the beasts returned, roars echoing around him and rebounding off the walls. Rory placed his wife's hand down next to her, grabbing his mop off the floor and brandishing it like a sword. The monsters swarmed around them, the two men on either side of Amy's body, trying to save themselves and her. "Doctor, just go!"

"I promised Amy I'd keep you safe!"

"Just get out of here, Doctor." Rory turned his head slightly to give the Doctor a stern look. "We won't be able to get her out of here and still be alive. And I won't leave her." He turned back to the creatures, kicking one sharply in the abdomen. "GO!"

The Doctor hesitated before dashing through a small break in the creatures. Fumbling with a key, he unlocked the door and pushed it open, sending a tortured look to Rory before darting inside. The whooshing noise filled the room again, the box dematerializing and leaving.

Rory closed his eyes for a moment, listening to the comforting vworping of the TARDIS. The Doctor, the TARDIS, all of time and space, Amy… he'd seen it all, he'd lived the life of a time traveler. He saluted briefly at the disappearing box, smiling faintly as he returned to the futile task at hand. He'd gotten the Raggedy Doctor out, and he was going to be with his Amy forever; his beloved, brilliant, beautiful Amelia Jessica Pond.

She was the last thing he saw before he felt the sharp thud on the back of his head and everything went dark.

I will be in the corner with a bucket for my creys.

Next chapter: The Doctor reflects on the Ponds' passing, and encounters a fairly strange woman...