Chapter One: The Universe is upended.

Third person POV

The TARDIS whirred and hissed to a stop, the Doctor breaking her roughly, as usual. Amy fell down, along with several books from their perch on a handrail. "Where are we, Doctor?" Amy asked, straightening her hair and skirt.

"London, Earth, 1943. During the Blitz! Why, dear girl, do you always take me here? What is here this time?" The Doctor asked, slightly irritated. This is perhaps the fourteenth time he's visited the WWII era, each time for something different. "Well, let's get going, Pond. Perhaps something's changed." Grabbing his coat in one hand and her hand in the other, they ran out into the dark night…

…and right into the road as a bomb detonated at the house next to them. Amy screamed, and the Doctor pushed her to the ground, shielding her with his (nearly) indestructible body. Silence ensued. "We must be right at the end of it. Thank God." Frankly, the Doctor hated this moment in time; it seemed like a very primitive version of the Time War that was, somehow, somewhere, still going on.

"What's that?" Amy pointed at a scrap of white fabric lightly covered by a small pile of rubble.

"Leave it. It's garbage. Let's go." The Doctor tried pulling her arm, but Amy persisted, staying at the pile, clearing it away.

"Oh my God. Doctor! It's a baby!"

"A what?!"

"A baby! A girl! Oh, pretty girl, where did you come from? Where's your mum and dad?"

"Come on, Pond. We can't be messing up the space-time continuum."

"Oooh, look! It's got a note! 'Take her, please. No really, Amy. Doctor. Take her. You won't regret it.' Doctor? It's a note from one of us."

"Fine. We'll take the damn child. Let's get back to the TARDIS. It looks like they're back for Round Two." Sure enough, Nazi planes were back, dropping bombs on anything and everything. They ran, Amy clutching the little girl to her breast as she ran, her mother instincts kicking in.

Once back in the TARDIS, who, while they were gone, set up a pink nursery with a tiny bassinet for the girl, and a rocking chair for whoever was taking care of her. Amy ran a bath in a tiny bathtub meant for a baby, and scrubbed her clean. No noticeable wounds from the rubble or bombs, which was good. The little girl had fine red curls and blue eyes, and seemed a bit underfed. Choosing a thick purple pajama set, Amy dressed her and carried her out to the control room, holding a bottle of formula to her lips.

"She's too young for that," the Doctor commented without turning around.

"Excuse me? She's too young?"

"The TARDIS did a scan and estimated her age to be about six weeks old. That's far too young for formula."

"Well what are we supposed to do?!"

"What are you supposed to do. You insisted upon the child being brought back, so here she is. Don't you have breastmilk or something to give her?"

"I don't know! I thought that stuff came in when you got pregnant!" sitting down, she almost started to cry herself, as the little girl began to cry when they started arguing. "I am so not cut out for this, Doctor. You were right. We should've left her to die."

Seeing her frustrated tears, the Doctor knelt down in front of her and brushed her hair back. "Now, don't say that. You were right to follow orders and grab the girl. You'll figure something out. I know you can, Amy. You're brilliant." And she was.

"Well, the TARDIS sent the formula out for me, I'm assuming she wants me to feed the baby. By the way, what are we going to call you?" she cooed, peering down at the infant, who was now drinking the formula eagerly.

"Gertrude." The Doctor responded.

Amy glared at him. "No. I am not having my child named Gertrude. That's just wrong. How about Lillianna?"

"No. Betsy."

"That sounds like a horse. Jenny."

The Doctor recoiled at this, remembering the daughter he had for about a day named Jenny. "No, how about… Emily?"

Amy smiled at that. "Are you an Emily baby?"

The baby looked up at her with big eyes as if to say, it took you long enough.

"That settles it. Emily, welcome to the TARDIS!" The Doctor grinned down at her, even though she was sleeping soundly in Amy's arms. He helped her up, and walked to the nursery, which the TARDIS had moved to right between Amy's and the Doctor's rooms, and helped tuck her in.

"Keep her warm, okay?" Amy told the room. The room obliged, turning the heat up a few degrees.

Tired, Amy hugged the Doctor goodnight and went to her room for the night.