Disclaimer: I do not own BBC's Sherlock or Doctor Who (despite how much I wished I did) and any of the respective plots and characters for each. However, I do own Maryanne Rose Williams, so please don't steal her.

It was a bright, happy day in Leadworth. One that didn't usually happen. The single school -its grades stretching from Kindergarten to the Twelfth Grade- in the small town was just having lunch at the time. Among the students, was a single fifteen year old, Maryanne Williams. She was sitting all by her self, under a tree, a brown bagged lunch on her lap.

Her long brown hair was pulled back into a pony tail out of her face. Her sharp blue eyes looked all across the yard, calculating every little fact about her teachers and class mates. Occasionally she would look over to a group of third graders, keeping an eye on her younger brother, Rory Williams. Then she would sweep the yard again for one particular person.

Grant Moore. A boy in her class. He had short, slightly spiky, blonde hair and deep brown eyes. Not only was he attractive for their age group, he was Mary's only friend.

You see, the girl was no your typical child. Compared to her classmates, she was much more intelligent. She learnt very early on to sit and observe all those around her. In doing so, she was able to notice things others couldn't. Deduce things about them, things that generally made those she told uncomfortable. All, but one person. Grant.

On the contrary, he found her talent -as he called it- quite extraordinary. Fascinating too. Every time she deduced something about some one, he would laugh, shaking his head at her. He was the one person who never called her a freak. A friend.

After a little while, she gave a sigh. It didn't seem like he was coming. Probably went home sick. If she recalled correctly, the period before lunch he looked rather pale, and had left for the office.

"Probably home in bed by now." She mumbled to herself. Not a moment after she did, there was the sound of sirens. At first, she had no clue what was happening. Though, it didn't take more than a minute for her mind to figure out what it was. Before even she knew it, she as up and running towards the school.

Some of the other students saw her doing that same, and immediately knew something was wrong. None of them had ever seen Mary scared before, and the way she was running clearly showed she was some what afraid. That couldn't mean anything good.

As she neared her destination, Mary tried to push through the adults that were crowding around the boys bathroom.

"Please," It sound like she was almost begging. "Let me through. You have to let me through." Eventually, she managed to get through their limbs and see the scene in the toilets.

Lying there on the ground, face up, was Grant. His face was even paler than before, and his eyes stared unseeingly at the ceiling. His mouth was agape slightly, and she could see some of his saliva leaking out of his mouth. On the ground beside him, written in thick black marker, was six words.

'I couldn't take it. I'm sorry.'

That was all she needed to see. All she needed to observe to deduce what happened. Everything around her seemed to move in slow motion, as thoughts went through her head at a mile a minute.

No one needed to explain what Grant meant by that note. She knew. Ever since he became her friend, he began to be teased like her. Many referred to him as a freak, like her. Because in their minds, only another freak would want to be friends with her. But she never, never, thought that it had gotten to him so much. He was always the one to tell her to not let it get to her, despite the fact that she never showed it.

Though, now her in front of her, the evidence was there. And to a fifteen year old, no matter how intelligent, it was to much for her mind to handle. So, she did what any one would have done in that position.

She ran.

And no one stopped her. They just watched as she ran away, as far as she could.

Amy and Rory both sat up rather quickly, look a of shock on their faces. Only moments ago, they had been falling off of an apartment building in 1930 New York. Now though, they were in a grave yard, back in modern New York.

While that was happening, the TARDIS had materialized not that far away. As soon as it did two figures ran out of it towards the read head and brunette.

"I swear to god," Annie mumbled, running after the tweed wearing Time Lord in front of her. "I'm going to kill that bloody idiot." When her brother had jumped from that building, she had felt like she died too.

"Where are we?" Rory asked, looking at his wife with a confused looked.

"We're back where we started!" The Doctor called, grinning as he and the brunette woman ran over to the couple. "You collapsed the time line! The paradox worked. We all came back where we belong." He was shaking slightly as he looked at them. Like Annie, he was worried about his two companions as well.

"In a grave yard?" Rory questioned, confused as to how this was good.

"This happened last time." Amy pointed out, having similar thoughts as her husband. "Why always here?"

"Does it matter?" Annie asked, a eyebrow raised as she looked at the two. There was a very faint smile on her face. One that only her brother was able to catch. "From what I understand, we got rather lucky." As she said this, she glanced at the brown haired man for confirmation on her deductions.

"Yes. We could have blown New York off the planet." There had been a time that he rather hated how the woman did that. Deduce things on the fly, taking the cleverness factor from him. But after having her as a companion for so long, coupled with the scare they both had just now, it didn't really matter to him much. "Can never take the TARDIS back there, the time lines are to scrambled." He added, before looking between them and letting out a sigh of relief. "We could have lost you both.

A second later, he pulled the three humans into a hug.

"Don't you two ever do that again." Annie mumbled, pushing her head as far as she could into her brothers neck. The words she said, she knew were echoed in the Doctor's head.

"W-what? What did we do?" Rory asked, only slightly confused by the fact that his sister -who always said showing sentiment was never something she believed in- was hugging him. "We fixed it. We solved the problem."

"I was talking to myself." She said, pulling back before kissing her younger brother on the forehead. The Doctor was doing the same to Amy. Once he did, he ran back to the TARDIS to help River clean it up. The three smiled as he did so, before turning to each other.

"You weren't just talking to yourself." Rory stated plainly, giving Annie a look. For a moment she stared at him, before nodding again.

"What did you mean?" Amy asked.

"Please, don't you two ever think the way to resolve things is to jump." When she said that, a rare thing happened. She showed a hint of fear on her face. That's when the married couple realized how much that single thing effected her. Reaching over, Amy pulled the woman into a hug, her husband joining in as well.

"We won't." She whispered.

"We promise." Rory added. The three of them stood there for a few moment before pulling back. When they did, there was a smile on Mary's face.

"You know I love you two."

"And the machine had emotions!" Amy joked, pushing her sister-in-law in the side lightly. That earned her a roll of the eyes and a chuckle. "Of course we do." She said, smiling.

"Good." The brunette nodded, kissing both of them on the cheek before joining the Doctor. Rory and Amy not far behind her.

"Doctor," Rory called. "Next time can we maybe just go to the pub." To be honest, at the moment he just wanted a break from these adventures. And pint.

"Let's go to the pub, right now." The Doctor answered, giving the man a smile. "Are there video games there?" He asked, looking at Annie for the answer. "I love video games." She just shook her head. In all the time she's traveled with him, she still couldn't understand him.

"Right, family outing then." River smiled, opening the TARDIS door. Both the Doctor and Annie followed her in. Amy smiled at her husband, going to do the same. So was Rory, but something managed to catch his eye first. Shooting a quick look at the others, he went over to a tomb stone.

It looked like just a regular, grey, head stone. That is, except for the name on it.

"Amy, come see this." He called, before his wife could close the door of the TARDIS.

"What?" She asked, giving him a curious look.

"The grave stone here." He said, pointing to it. "It's some one's with the same name as me." Sure enough, it read 'Rory Arthur Williams'.

"What?" The ginger repeated her earlier question, just as confused as her husband. But before she could ask him more about, he disappeared. Right behind where he stood, was a Weeping Angel. Immediately, her eyes widened.

"Doctor!" At hearing her cry, all those inside the TARDIS ran out to see what was wrong. And what was, had them shocked.

"Where the hell did that come from?" River questioned, glaring at the creature.

"It's a survivor. But very weak." The Doctor said, sonicing it. "Keep your eyes on it." While he and River seemed to be able to function in a proper way, Annie had rooted herself in the spot. Her eyes stared straight at the Angel.

"Where's Rory?" Amy questioned, doing her best to keep her voice even. She had a feeling she knew where he was, but she need some one to tell her. To tell her that there was a chance he wasn't where she thought he was.

Slowly, the Doctor walked so he could see the grave stone. Underneath Rory's name, was the age eighty two. That confirmed where he was. Looking up, he gave both Amy and Annie a sad look.

"Amelia, Maryanne. I'm so, so sorry." Despite doing eh best not to make a noise, Annie felt a sob catch in the back of her throat. Swallowing, she pushed it back down. She wouldn't cry. She couldn't cry. If she did, it would mean he was gone. Amy was having similar thoughts.

"No." She mumbled, shaking her head, her ginger hair blowing away. "We can just go an get him in the TARDIS." Unlike her sister-in-law, Amy still believed there was a way to save Rory. At least with the TARDIS. The Doctor's earlier words didn't even come to her mind. "One more paradox."

"Would rip New York apart. We-" The Doctor tried to explain, but Amy wouldn't let him.

"That's not true." She insisted. "I don't believe you."

"Mother. It's true." River said softly, fighting her own tears. When she knew Amy still wasn't listening, she glanced at her Aunt. The brunette had a single tear was rolling down her cheek. Nodding though, she confirmed what the other two were saying.

"Amy. We can't go back." It hurt her to say it, but she knew there was no way for it to be possible to do so without killing thousands.

For a moment, Amy stood there, not quite believing. But, once it sank in fully, she started to slowly walk forward. An act that scared the Doctor.

"Amy, what are you doing?" He questioned, hoping she wasn't thinking what he thought she was. He knew he couldn't deal with it if she was.

"That grave stone, Rory's." She gestured with her head to it. "There's room for one more name, isn't there?"

Immediately Annie's attention turned to her sister-in-law, her eyes wide beyond belief. The ginger's plan was already going through the brunette's head. And she knew she couldn't stop her.

"What are you talking about?" The Doctor questioned, fear filling his heart. "Back away from there and you come back to the TARDIS!" He ordered. "We'll figure something out."

"The angel, would it send me back to the same time?" Amy asked, swallowing the lump growing in her throat. "To him."

"I don't know." The Doctor admitted, trying to keep his fear in check. This was getting to scary for him. "No body knows." Instead of turning back to the TARDIS, like he hoped she would, Amy took another step towards the angel.

"But it's my best shot." It wasn't a question. She knew it was her best shot.

"No!" The Doctor objected, wondering to himself why the other two women were doing nothing to stop her.

"Doctor, shut up!" River yelled at him, glancing at her Aunt for her to finish explaining.

"Yes." Annie mumbled softly, before clear her throat and repeating herself. "Yes, Amy, it is." Though it hurt her to say it, she knew that this was what needed to happen. Rory couldn't stay there by himself. He would need Amy with him.

"Well then." Amy said, a tear starting to fall down her cheek. "I just have to blink, right?"

"No!" The Doctor shouted, his voice cracking as he did so.

"It'll be fine." She continued. "I'll be with him. Like I should be." Despite trying to convince the Time Lord behind her, she also was trying to convince herself. "Me and Rory together." Looking at the angel a moment longer, she nodded to herself slightly.

"Melody."

"Stop it!" The Doctor yelled, looking at Annie and River. "Just stop it." But both women just ignored him. While the blonde inched forward to grasp her mother's hand, the brunette followed shortly behind.

"You look after them." Amy said, more tears falling. "And you be a good girl and you look after them." Once River had left go of her hand, Annie's took her place.

"Amy." She whispered, holding her hand tightly. "Please, you need to keep him safe." She begged. Something that she never did. Slowly. Amy nodded and gave the woman's hand a squeeze.

"I will." She promised.

"It is a fixed point in time." The Doctor reminded as Annie let go of her sister-in-law's hand. "I will never be able to see you again."

"I'll be fine." Amy reassured. "I'll be with him." She started to choke up.

"Please." Now it was his turn to beg. "Just, come back, into the TARDIS." By now Amy was crying, and the tone in the Doctor's voice said he was about to as well. "Come home, please."

"Raggedy man." She said, seconds before turning around. "Good-bye." As soon as the words left her lips, she disappeared. Right behind where she stood, was the angel. While the Doctor started to break down, Annie inched her way forward so she could look at the grave stone. It now read 'In Loving Memory: Rory Arthur Willams, aged 82. And his loving wife; Amelia Williams, aged 87.'

And just with those words, Maryanne Williams knew it. Her brother and sister-in-law were gone.