Hey folks! Yes I'm back with an update the next day. This was due to the incredible responce in reviews and such that you guys did for the first chapter. Thank you everyone who reviewed! I've taken some of your thoughts and feeilngs into account. Now, i know that many of you (except for Liisa and some others) have not read my other stories. Therefore I am here to tell you that angst is supposed to happen! But thats the way i write it...and if you look to see my other stuff, things always have a way of fixing themselves...and doctor who? think thats going to be any different?? well..who knows?

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Chapter Two: The Leaving of All Certainty

He turned the ignition and the car came to life, only to go out again. Sweaty palms gripped the steering wheel, and nervous eyes glanced towards the passenger seat. His eyes rested on her. There she sat, his future bride, in her white dress. Her fingers were fiddling with her veil.

Amy was thinking about courage, courage in the face of desperation. Courage when there was nothing left in one's soul to be courageous or brave about. There was always a right thing to do, and a wrong thing to do. At this moment, as the couple sat in the dying car, Amy believed that she had two options at her disposal.

First—she could sit right where she was, and drive off to her wedding.

Second—she could take off the seat-belt, open the car door, and walk out.

She wished her brain was not so muddled with thoughts of the Doctor. They were swirling around her mind like vibrant bursts of color, slowly fading into the sunset of her mind. Amy saw the Doctor as an alien creature, stepping onto the earth without any sense of his surroundings it seemed. And she saw him save the world, two minutes to spare, no sonic screwdriver…

Who da man indeed?

And she saw him protecting her time and time again, protecting the world she knew, but by extension…her.

"Still not working?" she asked politely.

Rory hit the car angrily. "Yeah. You could say that."

"Is here another option?"

"No," answered Rory. He sighed. "This isn't how today is supposed to go."

That makes two of us, thought the girl in the passenger seat.

"Sorry," said the potential groom.

"Pardon?" asked Amy, just yanked from her internal heartache again.

"Just that," began Rory, "we're going to be late to our own wedding. Doesn't that bother you?"

"N-yes," said Amy, correcting herself.

"No?"

"Yes I mean."

"But you started to say no."

"But I finished with yes, that's the important part."

"Amy," Rory groaned. "We're making them wait."

Amy took out her cell phone. "Do you want me to call the church? Or call a cab?"

Rory held out his hand. "You're the bride; you shouldn't have to lift a finger today."

"No," said Amy, beginning to dial her phone.

Rory shook his head, holding out his hand.

Amy handed him the phone. "You want me to just wait here then? Big strong man'll fix everything then?"

Rory didn't answer but put the phone to his ear.

Amy sighed.

What we really need is a screwdriver, a sonic screwdriver. And we need a flying telephone booth that takes us in and out of time. And we need…

Big strong man who'll fix everything…

Well, Amy corrected herself, the Doctor wasn't a big strong man physically.

The Doctor who'll fix everything.

Amy sighed and looked out the window. She stared at her simple house, by the simple street, in this simple town, where she lived her simple life. Ordinary, boring, regular, routine: that was her life now. It had been her life before he crashed into it, and now, it would be her life until the day she died.

You should have told him, Amy.

No, you shouldn't have. Better that you didn't. He's an alien, probably wouldn't understand, wouldn't care.

But he's the Doctor, he cares about you, maybe he'd have…

Not enough to let you stay with him.

In the beginning her fantasies about him, had been lustful only. And she had thought, in the beginning, that she wanted him for that. She wanted to play with that thick brown head of hair, and hold him in her arms so that he could pull her onto her bed…

Still doesn't sound half bad.

But, she had, unwittingly, let those feelings grow. They grew from erotic fantasies to something greater than she had thought possible. Amy had never believed that she could love another person so greatly that she would give up herself for him. Amy did not love Rory, at least, not in any way that a woman normally loved a man. She loved Rory for being her friend when everyone else believed she was mad. She loved Rory for being willing to marry her when she knew, in her heart, she could not love anyone else but…

Don't say it! Don't you dare think it Amy!

Amy closed her eyes.

She saw a kind old face in her mind's eye. A face who was dying, and, in his death, could bring chaos unto the entire world. But, when she looked into his eyes, she saw a very familiar gaze into the nothingness he was being forced into.

There was a life yet unlived and a love yet…

Ever fancied someone you know you shouldn't?

His eyes met hers briefly, but her gaze shifted back to the old man. His eyes understood. His heart understood.

It hurts, doesn't it? But…it's a good hurt.

And that hurt made this man from machine alive. This hurt made the android a human being.

It was a hurt that Amy felt then when the Doctor had kissed her forehead, when he had hugged her all those years in the future, and when he had left her alone in her room.

Ever loved someone you know you shouldn't?

Amy was brought from her thoughts when she heard something very light hit the window. She blinked, and saw that it was a raindrop. There were lots of raindrops starting to form and splatter on the windshield. She looked and saw that Rory was still on the phone.

"It's raining," she said.

"I've noticed," he answered.

"Who are you talking to?" Amy asked.

Rory rolled his eyes. "Cab company. I'm giving them your address so they can pick us up."

"You know," said Amy, "after we get married, we're both going to be responsible for making these kinds of calls."

"What?" asked Rory hanging up the phone.

"You know," said Amy anxious to get her mind off a certain Doctor in a certain time machine. "We we both need to be in charge of these things. If the basement floods you can call the company and start to fix it, if the roof leaks I'll do it."

Rory laughed.

"What's so funny?" asked Amy.

"I just assumed," said Rory, "that since you're the wife you'd…"

Amy raised a brow. "Since I'm the wife, what?"

"You'd take charge of the house and all of that," answered Rory.

Amy crossed her arms. "What happened to big strong man?"

"That's today," said Rory, "because it's your wedding day today."

"So I shouldn't be expecting this kind of treatment when we're married?" Amy asked. "Is that what you're telling me?"

"Yes."

The rain began to pound harder against the car.

"When is the cab coming?" asked Amy.

"Should be here in five, ten minutes," answered Rory.

Amy smiled to herself, remembering another time when she had expected someone told her that he'd be back in five minutes.

He had bent low when talking to her, something that other grownups never did when talking to children. And he had whispered to her, like it was a secret just between the two of them and the darkness.

Trust me, he had said giving a grin, I'm the Doctor.

Amy looked at Rory, saying nothing.

"So," he said, "since we've got ten minutes…" He smiled knowingly.

She sighed and rolled her eyes. "I'm in a wedding dress!"

"It wouldn't be while you were wearing the dress," said Rory.

"It wouldn't be proper, or decent," pointed out Amy.

Rory smiled and kissed her on the lips. He then tried to carefully take off the dress but, unexpectedly felt very determined hands push him away.

"Amy," he said, startled.

"Where you under the impression that I was joking?" she asked, fixing the dress.

Rory sighed. "Sorry, I just can't get enough of you."

Amy felt a slight shiver go through her spine. Not because she was utterly disgusted by the idea of having sex with Rory, as she had had sex with Rory. But it was the fact that now, now that she knew how she felt a little better, the thought of someone else on her, who was not…well…him…irritated her beyond belief.

For a while neither spoke, each listening to the rain and thinking about what had just happened.

Rory was not normally like this, he was quiet, docile, did as he was told. But, there was something about getting married that set off something in his brain. He began to feel a very animal-like instinct about things. For the first time in his entire life, he would be the one doing the ordering. For the first time he wouldn't need to follow along like a little puppy seeking attention. He would have command, he would have control.

There's a bind that forms between two people when they are married. And though, obviously, with the proper papers, that bind came come to a legal end. But, that bind is still always there, always lingering, like the creeping darkness under the bed, or like the ever-present shadow.

That sort of bind is very difficult to break.

It takes more than a sonic screwdriver, anyone knows that.

There was something that would end when Amy married Rory. There was a light, a part of her soul, which would dwindle and fade away. And, it was the same part of her soul that would sit and wait for the Doctor to come back, again and again. It was that part of her soul which commanded her to draw pictures of her mysterious friend, so that she would never ever forget him. It was that part of her soul that knew, when everyone else doubted, that he was real.

If Amy married Rory…all the childhood beauty of discovery, the smile of the rainbow, the twirling mystery of the clouds…it would all be lost.

But such a thing should not happen normally in marriage, even in an unhappy marriage. A bind, even a strong bind, doesn't suck out happiness and light. It doesn't destroy a person's hope.

Then again, how can one ever assume that such things are ever as they seem to be? A book maybe dirty and abused, yet in its pages, rests treasured words of truth. A simple man and a simple dog can be ferocious beasts. Sometimes water glasses that should move and swish don't move at all on a ship. And machines designed to win a world war reveal a darker, more sinister truth inside. All you need to know, is how to look for them. For the things that aren't ever what they seem.

And, it is not surprising that humans have the greatest difficulty distinguishing the good from the evil in things. The human race wishes to believe that things are ordinary and nothing is hidden under flesh and bone. If people are cruel, then it is surely because of their environment, or their upbringing. If technology malfunctions, and turns against the creator, then the machine must be faulty to begin with.

You'd never suspect that there was anything particularly alien about such things.

And the Doctor, even with his sonic screwdriver which seemed to see into everything except for Amy's feelings for him, could not have seen this coming. For all of the alien inside the Doctor, there were bits of human as well. And these bits wished to see the goodness in mankind as well.

The Doctor might have had his suspicions about the nurse, but it was always clouded by thoughts of Amy with him. Not of him alone, not of him alone as a threat.

There was something sleeping inside of the ordinary groom to be. The creature did not believe that the human he been residing in, noticed, except for moments where there was more animal in Rory than human.

No one really noticed that Amy had met Rory not long after she had had a visit from a mysterious man who called himself the Doctor. Suddenly Rory and his family had moved in a block away and Rory had gone over and introduced himself to Amy. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

The crack in Amy's wall: that always seemed to bother the little Rory.

He never understood why…not completely.

Something dreadful was going to happen when the two of them were pronounced husband and wife. It was something not even the Doctor could undo once it was done.

The rain continued to soak the earth, in an attempt to cleanse the ground and purify it anew. Perhaps there are times when rain has the power to clean what is dirty, to purify what is sinful. It was just the creature's luck that it was raining, it hated rain.

Because there are times when rain has a very revealing power that the sun could only dream of possessing.

Amy had never stopped to consider why Rory disliked rain so much.

She, however, did not mind it so much, and preferred it to being cooped up in a car.

"I'm going outside for a bit," she said beginning to open the car.

"Wait!" Rory said, holding onto her arm.

"Rory," said Amy, slightly alarmed at the tight grip. "I'll be back in a minute. We're not going anywhere."

"But your dress…" Rory began.

"It'll get soaked," said Amy. "And I'll get married in a wet dress."

"But—" Rory began to protest.

Amy shook her head and pulled herself free from Rory's grasp. The creature in Rory sighed; this would not happen when the two were bound, when rings were produced. Then that human girl wasn't going to be going anywhere she wasn't instructed to go…

"I like the rain," said Amy.

She got out of the car and stepped into the rain. Amy sighed; delighted as her horrid white gown grew wetter and wetter. Amy laughed for what felt like the first time in a long time. She felt a freedom in this blustery weather of rain and darkness. And Amy, in the most childlike way she could, began to twirl in circles so that she was the white light in the growing darkness of the day.

Rory watched as she spun to her heart's content.

For a moment, the human inside of him brought him to a wide smile. He liked seeing her so happy, so free of anything.

But the creature was not so pleased.

She is not in love with you. She is in love with someone else.

The smile began to decrease, slowly fading…

He'll come back you know, and he will find out what you really are. And then he will probably kill you. That's what the Doctor does.

The joy faded along with the smile…

You must be more forceful with her in the marriage. We must reach our goal! We must not be defeated by him!

"Get back in the car!" Rory heard himself yelling.

Amy rolled her eyes. "I'll come back when the cab gets here!"

She giggled, pleased with herself. She was going to go through with this day the way she wanted, not the way it was dictated to her.

The creature could not believe that this was the human girl he had been sent to command into submission! He could not catch a break! It wasn't easy being, well, him. It wasn't a picnic or anything to watch this independent redhead dance. But he had been instructed by his masters, by his race, to go to earth and find this girl with the crack in her wall.

And the Doctor thinks his archenemy is a bloody Dalek!

But the creature's kind had gone to all the necessary precautions to keep the Doctor from Amy and Rory. The proposal was one thing, the other, of course, was the wormhole the Doctor was currently spinning through.

As the Doctor spun through and away from any time he knew, he thought of her.

He could die at this moment, he could crash and this would burst into flames, or he could be crushed by his beloved TARDIS. And he would never see her again. And she was everything to him, he knew that now. Now seemed to be proving to be too late.

The Doctor couldn't understand how he could have missed the wormhole. It was so large that he should have just turned the TARDIS away from it. Instead, it was like it sucked him in.

Like he was pulled into it by his own doings.

That thought sickened the Doctor, because his lasts thoughts, before entering into the wormhole, were of Amy Pond.

And they were of Amy Pond in trouble, in serious danger…

The Doctor, though falling through space, was able to see that something was not right with this picture. Wormholes don't suck you in, they don't pull you in with more force because of your thoughts, and they don't just appear in space…unless someone put it there, specifically for the Doctor.

This was all getting a bit creepy.

Suddenly, and very abruptly the TARDIS stopped moving. It stopped moving in the sense that it crash landed and therefore was obviously incapable of moving anymore.

The Doctor sighed and decided that the best thing to do in this situation was to find the door and see what was waiting for him on the other side of this hole.

Part of the Doctor, would rather have stayed in the TARDIS. In fact, that was what he intended to do, immediately get the ship up and running and leave this place without even stepping foot on it. But he could not tell the TARDIS where to go if a) he didn't know where he was in the first place, b) nothing seemed to be working on the ship and c) he wanted to know what was waiting for him on the other side of the door.

"Need to get out," he said, pushing open the door.

The first thing he saw was the sun's sharp rays meeting his blinking eyes.

First clue: he was on earth, and the sun had still not gone out.

The Doctor pulled himself out of the TARDIS and assessed the scene. The world he was in now, was not very much different than the world he had just been pushed out of.

Second clue: he was not in the very distant future, nor was he in the very distant past.

But there was something that struck him as wrong with the scene. It was the same gut/Doctor feeling that he got when trying to see truth in things seeped and smothered in lies.

Across the street from where he was, he saw two children outside playing. They were near a large white house which, the Doctor assumed, was their home. The TARDIS' crash didn't seem to startle the two children as they continued to toss a ball back and forth to each other.

Upon the Doctor's closer inspection he saw the two children were a girl and a boy, probably brother and sister, and close in age.

The merriment of the children touched the Doctor's heart and he wished, briefly, that the entire world and every world could be populated with beings like this. Like two children who were content with things and worried only about catching the ball.

But the Doctor was suddenly, and abruptly, thrust from his thoughts when he heard shouting from inside the house. He could not quite hear it, so he decided to jump completely out of the TARDIS, take careful note that no one had seem him arrive, and crept a little closer to the shouting.

"LIZZIE!" yelled the voice. "ANDREW! Get back in the house, now!"

The little boy began to walk into the house, hanging his head in shame. But the girl stood where she was, holding the ball in her arms.

"Five more minutes father!" she begged. "Mummy said I could!"

"Mummy doesn't know what she's talking about!" bellowed the voice.

"I'll come in five minutes," the girl called.

The little boy, her brother, stuck his head out of the window. "You should come in, he's angry. Might not give you supper."

"I'm not hungry," said the defiant child.

The boy sighed. "I'll try to bring you something later. Just come in."

"Mum said we could play outside," said his sister.

"We shouldn't listen to her," said Andrew. "Every time we do he always…"

"ANDREW!" yelled the stern voice.

"Bye," the boy said, closing the window.

The girl shrugged and sat herself on the ground. She continued to play with the ball, spinning it on the ground.

The Doctor decided to approach the girl, find out what was going on.

As he stepped onto the street, the girl's head sprang up to face him. For an instant her eyes met his and her mouth opened wide. She blinked, rubbed her eyes, and then blinked again. The girl called Lizzie stood up, leaving the ball on the ground by her feet. She walked closer to the Doctor, her mouth still hanging open.

The Doctor, with his trigger finger on his screwdriver, should he need to use it, approached the girl.

The girl held up her hands to stop the Doctor from coming any closer. She pointed to the Doctor to go back to his side of the street. When he did so, the girl, looked both ways, and then crossed the street.

The Doctor sat back on the TARDIS.

"It's you," said Lizzie in amazement.

The Doctor raised a brow. "Do I know you?"

The girl smiled. She looked at the Doctor's clothes. "Bow tie too. She was right."

"Who?" the Doctor asked. "Who was right about what?"

The Doctor's heart began to pound, she was across the street he thought that she had brown hair. But, now that they were on the same street, he could see that her hair was fiery red.

"She," repeated the girl, "was right, about you."

The Doctor attempted to smile. "Okay, so I know what she was right about. Me. But who is this person who was right about me?"

"My mum," answered the child, her eyes bright and curious.

The Doctor really, really, really, did not want to ask the question that was staring him in the face. He was beginning to wonder if he was in a very special layer of hell.

"And," the Doctor asked, barely able to speak, "who is your mum?"

"Well," said the girl. "Her real name's Amelia, but everyone calls her—"

"Amy," the Doctor interrupted in a whisper.

Yes I'm sure you alll saw it coming. Cheers to you all! ANd yes, i made Rory evil, because no guy is ever that plain...at least not in my writing universe (hehe). Plus, lets face it, it would worse if Rory was good and didnt get a girl. Now you guys and me dont have to feel bad for him...well sorta...And feel free to yell at me and hate me...we'll have to see what happens next chapter...