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So I have decided, that perhaps, I should put a date the chapter was supposedly "broadcasted" in "our" world, as I have decided that a single chapter here should be a single episode of Doctor Who. So I hope that you will enjoy this chapter/episode...and the first full length chapter I will be writing! :)
Having a Writer's Flood...but I could not reconcile the events together, so I had to rewrite this story it 4 times...cut a lot of things...thus the lines...and I still feel something is not right...
And sorry for the delay of a month...had exams!

Sorry if I have made you confused...do give constructive comments! :)

Rejected by the Past, Episode 6 of Series 7, was broadcasted on 29 September, 2012.

"Ah, Mr Smith. Helping us out again." The policeman said as he walked into the room.

"Always glad to help." The man said, while grabbing his coat.

But then, with sadness in his eyes, he continued, "By the way, do you have any news of the two people...I have been looking for?"

The policeman sadly shook his head. "Sorry, John. Still no news of the people you are looking for."

The man sighed and closed his eyes.

The policeman felt a mix of amusement and sadness inside him. Here is a man who has helped us with plenty of mysterious cases, the policeman thought, but despite being here for more than a year, he has been unable to find his two friends ever since he arrived at the end of War World 2.

Attempting to cheer the man up, the policeman smiled, "Anyways, thank for your help. Despite being a history teacher, you have the skills of Sherlock Holmes! Perhaps you should join us as a police detective?"

The man opened his eyes, and stared at the window. "It is getting late. I probably should go back. Do give me a call if you need help though, Thomas." The man responded.

And The Doctor left the Police Station.

Upon reaching his apartment, The Doctor sighed as he sat down on the couch and surveyed his hom...house.

Home.

A wave of nostalgia overcame The Doctor.

Home. The Doctor sat down.

Home. How I miss home, he thought.The blue box police box that is bigger on the inside. The TARDIS!

He paused. He had been away from the TARDIS for almost one year and four months, though it wasn't his first or longest time being separated from the TARDIS for a long period of time. Possibly wasn't his last. But it was heart(s)-wrenching, especially combined with the fact that he has not found Amy and Rory. Yet.

The Doctor looked down at his Sonic Screwdriver.

Heavily modified.

The only thing left from the TARDIS, that is with me. The Doctor realized.

Meanwhile, at the police station...

"Found this little chap crying, sayin' he had lost his parents! Reckon he's about 3 to 4 years," another policeman popped into the station, bringing along a young boy who was sniffing.

Thomas squatted down, and rubbed his hands.

"Hey there, fella. I'm a policeman, and I am here to help. And what is your name?"

The young boy stared back with his big, wet, round eyes.

"An...Anthony...Will...iams"

Three Hours Later...

The Doctor was suddenly jolted out of his sleep. He was wondering what was happening, when he realised that there was a fire on his coffee table!

"Fire!" He screamed as he lept up from his chair and landed on the table, extinguishing it.

Puzzled by the fact that he had dozed off, The Doctor decided to take a walk.

After all, Time Lords need very little sleep. Most chose to have an hour of sleep a day, though.

The Doctor left the building.

Strange though, that he never really considered about the fire.

After all, it had came from his Sonic Screwdriver.

Heavily modified.

The Doctor was lost in deep thought, thinking about the mysteries and the wonders of the Universe, and the interconnectedness with him and what he was doing, when he realised he was in front of the police station.

Must have come a long way, he thought.

"Hi Tom, where is Thomas?" The Doctor asked slowly as he entered the Station.

"Oh. He left not too long ago, sayin' he was lookin' for you!" Tom glanced up from the magazine he was reading.

"Ok. Thanks." The Doctor said, ready to catch up with Thomas.

"Hmmm. So is their family's surname William or Pond? Weird." The policeman remarked to himself.

The Doctor found the sentence somewhat smusing. He smiled and turned towards the door, and grabbed its handle-

Wait.

The Doctor spun around, and stared at Tom.

"Did you just say Pond?"

Flipping open the police book that was passed to him by the puzzled policeman, the Doctor hoped that this was why Thomas was looking for him.

And indeed it was.

On the last recorded entry in the book, it read,

Williams (Pond): Rory and Amelia

Glancing at the address section, The Doctor smiled.

At last.

The Doctor beamed, having reached his destination.

And slowly, he whistled, as he walked towards a house.

"And never ever leave us again. OK?" A concerned mother told her child while covering him with a blanket.

The child nodded.

"So, how was the police station?" She asked, preparing to switch off the lights.

"The policeman was super funny! And he kept telling me about his friend who liked to call himself The Doctor, and..."

The boy's father looked up from a book he was reading, as if he was reminded by something.

"The Doctor? Hmm..." The mother stopped, realising something.

And as if on cue, the door knocked.

Amy shrieked for joy, and rushed forward to hug The Doctor. Rory grinned widely and hugged the Doctor too.

"I promised Brian, that you will never leave me, get left behind, or even die. And here I am!" The Doctor said happily, with seemingly no regrets at last.

"By the way, do you have any fish custard? I'm starving."

Amy and Rory sniggered.

Seating down on the sofa with his legs crossed, The Doctor looked around the house, admiring the furniture, books and artwork, when he suddenly realised something.

He was surprised that he had not even thought of it. After all, the police-book did wrote "Lost Child (Found)", didn't it?

And his suspicion was confirmed when he looked at a black and white photo.

"You have a son?!" The Doctor asked.

But...Amy can't give birth to children after all...after the...

And then he realised. "You adopted a Pond?" He pointed at Amy.

"A William!" Rory growled.

They had a good laugh.

"So, how is your life now?" The Doctor asked.

"Well...Rory is a doctor now...using knowledge from, you know, the future...as a nurse..." Amy said while taking out some food.

"A doctor! That is a good one!" The Doctor slapped his hands on his thighs, laughing loudly.

"Yes, Doctor. Here is the fish custard, by the way." Rory put the plate on the table.

"And I'm a author now, as you would have known." Amy finished.

"Ah yes. Amelia Williams." The Doctor realised.

"So, how did you get here?" Rory asked, "Without blowing up New York?"

"Ah. This is the hard part." The Doctor said, raising a finger. "I...touched the Angel."

"You WHAT?"

The Doctor closed his eyes and sighed. And explained everything to them.

"I guess we are stuck here, eh?"

"So, you are stuck here without anyway out?" Rory asked.

"We. But let us first think of how to get the TARDIS here." The Doctor jumped up, lost in his own world.

He started rambling about the physics and laws of time, and how to get the TARDIS into this time period, much to the annoyance of Amy and Rory, who had to handle a lot of processing due to the Doctor's sudden appearance.

"But can't you just park the thing and take a bus over?"

"Anthony, aren't you supposed to sleep? Go back in. Now." Amy rushed over to carry the boy.

The Doctor turned around, with his hands in the air. "He's right you know! We like to complicate things. So now the problem is how to call the TARDIS over!"

"Well we can now get to an area outside New York, and attempt to call it using my screwdriver!" The Doctor exclaimed.

"Doctor."

"Then we can easily decide what to do from there! A new adventure, perhaps?"

"Doctor."

He then went on about what they could do with their lives, when they got back, and even more.

And for once, Amy had enough Doctor.

"Doctor! Who said anything about going back?" Amy rebutted.

The Doctor was surprised at this sudden change of attitude. Rory, too, though less.

"What do you mean? I came here to save you all!" He said.

"If not for you, what are we doing here? And what about our son? He is from this period!" Amy responded.

"Then can't you just bring him along? After all, he is smart as I can see, but he is still young!" The Doctor replied.

"You even asked me to leave Rory behind! All just to accompany you! In your stupid TARDIS and stuff! You are very selfish!" She screamed angrily.

The Doctor was shocked at what was occurring. This was not the Amy he thought he know.

A few more exchanges occurred, with Rory shocked by this new revelation.

When things did not seem to settle, Rory finally spoke up.

"Doctor, I guess you better leave now." Rory said. "Give us some time to cool down."

The Doctor, for once, conceded, and walked through the door.

He turned around, only to see Amy pushing the door angrily...

River was slowly grieving over what had happened in 2012, not noticing that the TARDIS had suddenly faded into thin air...

The Doctor watched in disbelief as the door slammed onto his face. But what she had said was true.

After all, if not for him, what were the Ponds doing here? He was after all, quite selfish. He had to admit that.

If I had not stepped into their lives...they would not be stranded here...Amy wouldn't need to see four psychiatrists...all of them would have normal lives!

He slowly squatted and covered his head with his hands.

In fact, everyone I had brought into the TARDIS was normal...but almost none returned normal...if they had ever returned at all.

He remembered his previous companions. And what had happened to them.

Sure, he had saved the universe with them, saved some of them, but it was because of him that bad things had happened to them!

All just to save the universe?

He slowly stood up, with tears in his eyes.

What have I done with them all?

He slowly walked down the lonely road for what seemed like hours, slowly reminiscing about the acts he had done in his whole lives, and whether it was worth it.

A blue glimpse caught his eye.

He ignored it, when suddenly...he realised something.

A Blue Box? What was it doing there?

He turned around, and sure enough, it was what he thought it was.

Indeed, love is an open door. With the TARDIS doors wide open, welcoming him back home

Next Time: Just In Time

I tried to imagine how they would react if the Doctor had returned, and about how they would react about the part when The Doctor had pleaded for Amy not to leave him, in Angels take Manhattan. And the arguments. Sorry.

Anyways, I hope you have enjoyed it! Do give your feedback! :)

Anyways, I have written the outline for the next story, and part of the story after the next story! :)