Hi thanks for the reads and reviews, surprised there were any at all so thank you gives me a reason to keep on writing. Bit of a downer this chapter, with little bits of fluff sorry! I'll make the next one more fun! :) x

Leaving Amy to sleep in her room the Doctor slowly walked back to the control room, where he knew he would be met with the face of an old friend, a dead friend. The Doctor knew he couldn't just leave Rory on the floor but the decision what to do with him wasn't the Doctors decision to make, it was Amy's Choice. He had no knowledge of a morgue on the Tardis and was sure Rory would fit in the fridge. What to do? What to do? The Tardis sensing the Doctors distress made a low humming sound, from the central console, of which the Doctor seemed to understand. "Are you sure? It would take a lot of energy to maintain a room at that temperature." The Doctor said. A shorter hum replied to his comment. "Okay then if you're sure." The Doctor said. He walked over next to Rory and looked him straight in the face; Rory looked so relaxed, so at peace the Doctor had never seen such an expression of pure tranquillity on a person's face. A part of him smiled at least where ever Rory was now he was at peace. Knowing he didn't have long until the body would start to... he shuddered at the thought of the next word... decay. He slowly and carefully heaved Rory up over his shoulder into a fireman's position and slowly started to walk towards the corridor.

After walking past several recognisable doors the Doctor stopping at the new foreign door, a door he had never seen in the Tardis before and one he hoped he would never have to see again after Rory. The door was cold metal and had a handle like what's found on a fridge. He gently opened the door and felt the cool gush of air hit him, with Rory still on his shoulder he made his way into the room. The room was cold, not freezing cold but cold enough to preserve a body for a few hours. The room was fairly small and box in shape, the walls were white and there was no furniture except a single hospital bed at the centre. The Doctor walked timidly up to it and slowly lowered Rory onto the bed, then positioned him to look as if he was sleeping rather than... "I'm sorry Rory I'm so sorry Rory this is my entire fault. Please always remember AMY CHOSE YOU and don't you forget that, no matter what happens from now onwards." The Doctor said quietly. Out of respect the Doctor made a little bow of his head after saying this then made his way rather hastily out of the room.

Now back in the empty corridor the Doctor slumped himself down and rested against the wall. He hadn't felt this exhausted in centuries and his exhaustion was just physical but mentally and emotionally as well. Yet so many questions ran through his mind, what was to become of Rory? What of Amy? Would his and Amy's relationship change? The Doctor mentally whacked himself after the last question, of course his and Amy's relationship was going to change, he had just got her husband killed. He wouldn't be surprised if she wanted to go home the minute she woke up and out of respect he'd let her go, but somewhere deep deep down he knew a part of him may never be able to let her go. Knowing he need to get to sleep and knowing he couldn't sleep in the corridor the Doctor heaved himself up and started to slowly drag himself to his bedroom. He was still very worried about Amy though so henceforth made a slight little de tour to check up on her.

Entering her bedroom he gently closed the door behind him to not allow the light from the hall to come flooding in. You shouldn't be in here? He heard a voice in his head say. He ignored it and took a glance at Amy. Thankfully she was still fast asleep in bed in the exact same position he had left her in. You can see she's alright now come on OUT! The voice in his head yelled. Yet the Doctor took a step forward ignoring the voice in his head. Deep down he knew he had strong feelings for Amy, what those feelings were he was yet to understand. Get out, she's just lost her husband because of you, you could never do this to her. Now half way to Amy the Doctor recalled what the voice in his head had just said. This was cold, even for him, this was cold. Amy, at the moment, needed rest and a shoulder to cry on, not some 906 year old man fancying her. His good nature coming back to his the Doctor turned to leave the room and turned the gold handle on the door. Nothing, it was locked. Oh dear this is not good! He as possible he tried to open the door but it wouldn't budge. Realising no hope of leaving the room, the Doctor slumped down next to the door, pure exhaustion weighing down his already aching muscles. The Tardis obviously had a plan and not even he was going to change her mind. Then he was out like a light.

Hope you like. But what has the Tardis got in store for the Doctor and Amy? :) x