"I'm what?" She was staring at him as though waiting for the punch line. "I'm what, Doctor?"
"Pregnant." he repeated weakly.
The Doctor felt the tears he'd been holding back for weeks building. He had fought the worst monsters in the universe, saved entire planets, and waged war for all of creation. But this. Nothing prepared him for this.
"I-I can't be. It's impossible!" Amy said touching her stomach. "Your stupid screwdriver is wrong!"
"It's not." he replied simply. He was openly crying now, staring at the scared young woman. How was he suppose to make this ok? How could he even explain this to her? Cautious, the Doctor took a step forward as if approaching a spooked animal. Amy stood frozen, eyes wide and confused. Wrapping his arms around her, he pressed his lips to her forehead.
"It's going to be ok." he said softly.
Pushing her hands against his tweed jacket, Amy stepped back. The Doctor winced at the tears running down her cheeks. "What's happening to me?" she asked.
"Umm."
"Doctor, what is happening?" she repeated. "I cannot be pregnant. I mean, the only man I've been around is you and we haven't , you know…" Amy trailed off suggestively, turning pink.
He stared around the control room avoiding her gaze. The Doctor didn't know what to tell her. He startled as Amy slipped her arms around him, pressing her face into his shirt.
"Doctor, please." she whispered.
He sighed against her fiery hair. The truth, he would tell her the truth. Straitening up, the Doctor steered her back to the consol chairs. She watched him expectantly as he sat down beside her. The TARDIS hummed her engines encouragingly.
"Do you remember the last time we saw one of the cracks?" he asked.
Amy blinked, surprised. "When we were escaping theSilurians."
The Doctor nodded. "And do you remember what happened then?" He watched as Amy's face went momentarily blank. Her mind trying to focus on its edited memories.
"Alaya's sister shot at you, then we left in the TARDIS." she said. "What does any of this have to do with impossible pregnancies?"
"A lot actually." The Doctor reached into his pocket and pulled out the ring box. He handed it to Amy. Her eyes widened filled with some emotion he couldn't name. Love? Recognition? He held his breath as Amy flipped open the velvet lid. One second, two seconds passed, then she blinked. The moment was over and the emotion was gone. She didn't recognize it.
Amy looked from the ring, to the Doctor, and back. "I don't understand. Are-are you purposing to me?" she asked confused. Her slightly hopeful tone pierced the Doctor's hearts.
"No." he said, a bit firmer than he meant to.
He softened his tone at her hurt expression, "You're already engaged Pond. His name was Rory and you love him. He was there with us at the center of the Earth. He saved my life and took the shot Restac meant for me. But then the light came before we could move him and he was taken." The Doctor's voice broke.
Amy shook her head violently, sobbing. "No, no, no, no."
"Rory was wiped from history, from your memories. Just like the Cleric soldiers."
"But I remember them!" she cried, "I'm a time traveler. You said I could remember because I'm a time traveler!"
"They weren't part of your time line. Rory, your fiancée, was." The Doctor sighed, drying the tears from her cheek with his sleeve.
"But how?" she asked, glancing from engagement ring to her abdomen. Amy looked up at the Doctor with the expression he both loved and feared: faith. It was the expression she'd turned on him ever since was a little girl. Amy believed in him, that he could do anything and solve any problem. Even this one.
"I don't know Pond." he said.
She blanched at the Doctor's words. "What am I going to do?" she whispered. Hating seeing her look so broken, the Doctor took Amy's hands in his.
"We're going to figure it out." Amy looked up at him shocked. He laughed softly and pulled her into a hug. "What did you think I was going to suddenly kick you out of the TARDIS?" The engines thrummed, as if scoffing at the very idea.
"But I'm going to have a baby?"
"Yeah and I'm going to be right here with you. I would make a pretty crappy best friend otherwise." the Doctor smiled, "Plus with the TARDIS we have access to the best hospitals in the universe, literally. "
"Thank you." Amy said, hugging him so tight he thought his ribs might fracture.
"Now, Pond," the Doctor said. He turned on his most brilliant smile and straightened his bowtie. "I think I was saying something about an art show."
