I do not own Doctor Who or any of its characters.
This is my alternate ending for The Angels Take Manhattan. It starts a few years after the Ponds were sent back to the 1940's. From Amy's POV.
"Rory!" I yelled as I walked in the house after getting the mail.
"What is it? You don't have to scream. I'm in the kitchen."
"Look at this!" I commanded as I shoved the opened letter is his face. "It's from our daughter." A tear had started rolling down my face.
"Well don't just stand there! Read it to me." he said impatiently.
Dearest Mum and Dad,
I have finally tracked down both of you without being able to transport myself to your current time and position. It was a pain to do and I had to call in a bunch of favors. I almost gave up and just used my vortex manipulator to find you, but the doctor went on about how it could tare a hole in the universe and all that and eventually threatened to take it away from me.
Anyways, from what I have been able to gather from my research, both of you are doing well and have been able to blend in to your current time. I have been keeping myself busy and out of trouble (mostly). Well who are we kidding? I can never keep myself out of trouble, it's just too much fun.
Hopefully along with this letter is the book that I wrote. Melody Melone. What a pain to write. Other than making sure I put enough information, but not too much to cause any problems, I hate repeats. But I had to do it to keep the timelines straight. So, Amy, I need you to publish this book for me. As far as I can tell, you are currently working at a publishing company and should be able to get a favor or two. Honestly only one copy of the book needs to be printed. After that, I will be able to get it to the Doctor. It might involve crossing my own time stream, but I love the danger.
Now I need to ask a favor of you. Not for me, for the Doctor. He is upset. I fear he will seclude himself for a while. He blames himself for what happens and won't listen to reason. But maybe he might listen to you. Write an afterward in the book. Convince him not to be alone; you know that he should never be alone. He hates endings, but the story must end.
I love you both,
Melody Pond
By the time I finished reading the letter, tears were streaming down my face. Rory squeezed me tight and I saw that he was crying too. We were together, but separated from our family.