This is something small that's been in my head since the Asylum of the Daleks, but I only just got time to actually write it xx Please read and review xx
Amelia Jessica Pond-Williams thought that Madame Kovarian deserved what she got and got exactly what she deserved. Not many disagreed. Madame Kovarian was a foul, evil woman who kidnapped children and raised them to march to her fife like puppets on strings. Amy had also thought that she'd gotten even with Madame Kovarian – in the alternate timeline where her grownup Melody had married the Doctor. Madame Kovarian had screamed then and Amy was ashamed to say she'd enjoyed the pain of the woman who had stolen her child from her and her childhood with it.
But Amy had thought that they were even. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth (only the eye's in the alternate timeline were much more literal).
It took a year months after Demon's Run to figure out what had happened. She'd started to suspect, but it was another four months before she knew for certain. She couldn't have children. Not anymore.
Her husband wanted kids almost more than anything in the world. Rory had wanted kids since he was one – always mothering Amy and Mels, looking after them if they were injured (though Amy supposed that was his nursing instincts kicking in) and making sure that they'd all eaten and slept and were happy. She couldn't give him that. She could give him that the first time and she couldn't give it him again.
Her daughter, Melody, had been stolen as a child – a baby – and grown up brainwashed to kill the man who would later become her husband.
That was Madame Kovarian's fault.
And now Kovarian had taken away the chance of her ever becoming a mother again.
She loathed her for that.
And she realised that she hadn't gotten even after all.
To have gotten even Amy would've had to rip what Kovarian had of a heart out of her chest and dance on it.
That's what it felt like when she realised she'd have to let Rory go.