The familiar engines of the TARDIS wailed on as the Doctor stood at the console. He had his head bowed, standing calmly and leaning against the console, letting out a sigh. He'd dropped Amy and Rory back off in Leadworth. They were safer there; happier there. Amy hadn't put up much of a fight, but he could see it in her eyes. She felt hurt, betrayed even, but he just couldn't keep putting her life in danger. He couldn't see Rory die anymore than he already had. He knew that there would be one time where he wouldn't wake up, and Amy would never forgive him. He would never forgive himself.
The phone on the console let out a shrill ring. The Doctor jumped back a little, startled by the sudden sound interrupting his thoughts. He looked at the phone for a few more rings before picking it up slowly. There were only a handful of people in the universe that had that number. He placed the phone to his ear.
"Hello?" He asked tentatively.
"D-doctor,"
The voice was one he recognized. It was the voice of one of the people he'd just been thinking about. Rory. But his voice sounded distressed. The Doctor pressed the phone more firmly to his ear, as if it brought his concern closer to the person talking on the other end.
"Rory? Rory, what's wrong?"
"Doctor, it's… it's A-amy."
His heart stopped. Amy. Mad, impossible Amy. Rory's voice didn't sound good; not good at all. He wasn't calling to tell him that she was pregnant again. He wasn't calling to say her perfume had taken to new heights. No, this was bad. This was very bad.
"What about Amy? Come on. Talk to me, Rory. What's happened to Amy?"
"She—she's gone."
"Gone? What do you mean gone?"
There was a flickering sound, like a screen coming to life. The Doctor looked up at the TARDIS screen but it was blank. The flickering continued for a few more moments before the Doctor lowered the phone from his ear and turned around. There was a silhouette of a woman that was starting to materialize a few feet away from him. He could hear Rory calling for him from the phone but it dropped out of his hand. The woman came into view now and he knew her face; eye patch and all.
"Kovarian."
The Kovarian hologram gave him a wicked smile. "Hello, darling Doctor. Miss me?"
"Can't say that I did…"
The Doctor purses his lips together and rubs his hands over his face. He can still faintly hear Rory calling something into the phone but he can't pick it up. Not now. He would get to Rory later. He knew the moment she appeared why she was here.
He let out a long breath, attempting to control the anger building up inside him. "What have you done with Amelia?"
Kovarian lets out a shrill sinister giggle. "Oh, so quick. What have I done with Amelia? Poor little beautiful Amelia Pond. You're never there to save her, are you?"
"I am giving you a chance now. Tell me what you did with Amy or I will trace the signal to your hologram and make you tell me." The Doctor's voice is scarily even.
"You'll never find little Amelia with that kind of talk." The hologram pulls out what looks like a small tablet and smirks. "She needs you now more than ever. Wondering how I managed to snatch her from under your nose again? It's not hard. You dropped her and that husband of hers off in Leadworth thinking they'd be safe. How cute." She pauses. "I waited for her little husband to work the night shift and took her in her sleep. She's waking up now though."
The Doctor let out another long breath. "Where is she, Kovarian? I am not kidding."
"I'll send the video feed to your screen, darling." She lifts her hand. "I'll be in touch."
The hologram snaps its fingers and it disappears before his eyes. It only takes a few seconds before the screen on the TARDIS flickered to life. It shows a close up of Amy's face. Her hair is sprayed out around her and her eyes are starting to open. The shot pans out and he breathes a sigh of relief. She looks unharmed. He can't make out where she is though. But suddenly there was a voice.
A voice that he would remember as long as he lived. The camera panned away from Amy and over to a what would look like a statue to any other person but the Doctor knew what it was. He knew who it was. As it got closer, he saw the face placed on it. The face of his wife—River, who was doomed to life as a data ghost. Her face is expressionless; her voice unfeeling.
"The Library has been breached. Others are coming."
The Doctor scrambled away from the screen and grabbed the phone from where it had fallen from his hand. He held it up to his ear and he could hear Rory's quiet sobs. He attempted to keep his voice even as he spoke.
"Rory. Get ready. I'm coming to get you. We need to get to Amy… and fast."
