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"Amy get back to the TARDIS." The Doctor said when he eventually found his voice.
"Why?" she asked, looking at him.
"Amelia, please, for once, do as I say and I'll join you and Rory soon." He said.
"No. Explain first. I'm not being told something and I want to know what."
Typical Amy Pond... so stubborn, so feisty... But if she wasn't that way he'd be lost without her. His right hand woman now Donna was gone.
"Alright fine, but I still need to talk to Martha alone first for a moment." He sighed.
"Okay." Amy nodded and watched him walked out of the room with Martha.
"She must've woken up when we left..." Martha said.
"But you told me there was no sign. You wouldn't have known the signs of a first regeneration or just a first 15 hour cell regrowth and repair..." he said.
"I didn't know what else to do... I'm sorry.
He took a deep breath. "I know... I know you are, but we could have waited." He said. "Or brought her back to the TARDIS."
"And what if I'd have been right? That she really was dead? That would have destroyed you. And you'd be stuck with her body. You couldn't leave her on Earth to be buried; someone being made to exhume the body would find she's got two hearts." Martha looked at him.
"How did she get here?" he asked, choosing to change the subject.
"Sarah Jane brought her here. Apparently some scans she did picked up something in trouble, she used her super computer to throw up some gravity funnel out to it and brought the ship down to safety. Most of it damaged beyond repair." Martha explained. "And she was in it, and was almost crushed by it."
The Doctor nodded. "I always knew she was a fighter."
"You have something else to contend with. Luke took an instant shine to her. She'd only been there with them a few months according to Sarah Jane, and they're pretty strong together."
"Wouldn't they be a bit young for that?"
"Look at them both. They hardly look their age do they? And they both have the brains of teenagers and older, so you put two and two together." Martha said and they both walked back into the room.
By the time they'd re-entered, the blonde in question had finished with her target practise and was grinning in their direction, obviously oblivious to the Doctor who was standing in front of her. To her he was just some idiot with a bow tie.
'Thank God he never wore the fez... What happened to it? Oh, that's right, River and I killed it.' Amy thought, smirking.
The Doctor walked over to her.
"So are you going to explain?" she looked at him.
Of course Amy wasn't one to back down or forget, or let things go. That's why he was so drawn to her, why they worked amazingly as a team.
"Amelia Pond that girl there is someone who is supposed to be dead. Someone I kept pushing away and only accepted her when I was just about to lose her."
She could see the sadness, the regret in his aged, wise eyes. "Doctor is she one of your family...?"
"Sort of... she's not from my home planet though, that was long gone when she came along... she was made from a cell from my hand with help from a progenation machine... making her sort of my daughter." He looked at her.
"Then go to her. Tell her." Amy said softly. She'd ask about progenation later. Right now there was a family reunion that should be happening.
"I can't. I was a different man when I watched her die in my arms. Had a different face. She'd think I was some mad man."
"Doctor. You are some mad man." She smiled. "So tell her something about her only you'd know."
He laughed lightly, and he nodded after a moment.
"So go on then." Amy lightly pushing him.
"Amelia Pond I don't know what I'd do without you." He smiled and slowly made his way to the blonde girl to seal his fate.
