Copyright infringement not intended.
Warnings: Strong language, mature themes, spoilers for series five and six.
Pairings: Eleven/Amy, Eleven/River, Eleven/Amy/(Rory), Rory/Amy, River/Eleven/Amy.
Part: 2/2.
A/N: Okay! So, part two. Yeahh! VI to X, or six to ten. Hope y'all enjoy! (Two days to the new episode. Made my plans - bowl of popcorn, surround sound and NO INTERRUPTIONS.)

GAMMA

Don't let go;
I've wanted this far too long.

vi.

"Look after our baby," he instructs her, his beautiful green eyes as earnest as they were the day he proposed, the day they got married. Her heart's breaking, hairline cracks weaving with the gaping fissure lines as her husband, boyfriend, fiancé and best friend turns to dust - but she can't feel it. She can't feel anything.

It's so surreal.

"No. No," she hears herself say, but it's distant. Muffled.

She looks away from the remains, a faint anger bubbling beneath the blankness of her mind. "Save him." She orders the Doctor, giving him a glazed look. "You save everyone. You always do. It's what you do."

The Doctor, oh, the Doctor.

If she was in a proper state of mind, she might have cried or hugged him. He looked so lost, so wounded. It was heart-breaking.

Crack. Just another fissure, just another rotten, damn crack in my heart.

"Not always," he says sadly, brokenly, weakly. "I'm sorry."

Oh, and doesn't her anger enjoy his weakness? Doesn't it rise and swell and take control of her own vulnerability, spitting out words that she doesn't mean, blaming him for things he had no part of?

It's your fault I fell in love with Rory.

It's your fault I got engaged to Rory.

It's your fault I fell in love with you.

It's all your fault.

She doesn't say any of that, of course not. No; she says something much worse.

"Then what is the point of you?"

vii.

No one likes losing, being the loser, being defeated. No one likes losing.

So, when the Doctor had given her that challenging look, so similar to the look, well.. How could she back down? How could she lose without even starting?

"Take us home," she orders without a flicker of remorse or regret (at that moment), crossing her arms over her chest and planting her feet shoulder-width apart. "Now."

Hurt and something else, something worse, ghosts across the Doctor's familiar features and he nodded. "Alright. Okay," he agrees quietly, turning his back to her and putting the desired coordinates into the TARDIS. "Back to Leadworth, yeah?"

She doesn't say a word, she doesn't meet his eyes or Rory's eyes. When they arrive at Leadworth, she marches right on out, not looking back, not saying a word. When the TARDIS wheezes out of existance, when the door is locked behind her and the kettle is on..

That's when Amy Pond (always Pond, always) realises that she lost. The challenge hadn't been for her to leave, he hadn't been trying to prove that she could never leave. He had been challenging her to stay, he had been trying to prove that she could never stay with him.

Maybe, this time, she should've tried harder to lose.

viii.

"Do you love him?" Rory asks, rubbing small circles into her shoulder as she leans against him. They're in Rio (finally) and have been allowed to loll about in the sun all day, seeing as it is Rio in 2018 and not much can happen that is classified DANGEROUS.

Well, besides Rory's questions.

She starts, jerking away from him and his relaxing touch to give her husband a bemused look. "Love who?" She asks back, innocently. She knows who he's talking about and he knows she knows, but that doesn't mean she's going to answer.

"You know.. The Doctor." He answers, sitting up straighter. Her heart stutters at what she finds in his usually honest green eyes, self-preservation instincts yelling at her to lie her fucking ass off. "Do you love the Doctor?" He corrects himself.

Yes. My God, if only you knew..

She scoffs and rolls her eyes. "Yeah, as a brother or a mate." She informs her, ignoring Rory's warning look and her mind's own yeah, right. It's easier this way, to lie to herself and Rory and the Doctor and everyone who asks.

"Are you sure?" He asks, even though he's already pulling her back toward him and has that look in his eyes. Not the look the Doctor gives her, no. Another look, a more public, more common look that you see everywhere.

The look that makes her stomach churn with guilt and her head and heart hurt.

Amy smiles reassuringly at her husband and leans into his chest. "Of course I am," she says sweetly, lovingly, like a proper wife who only loves her husband and not some mysterious, mad, impossible, sexy man who fell from the sky and left her for twelve years. "Of course."

She can hear the smile in his voice as he murmurs, "Good."

Amy Pond has never been more proud of her amazing ability to lie without being caught.

ix.

Fury and frustration and annoyance and TARDIS-sickness makes her grit her teeth and glare at him. "I hate you," she utters through clenched teeth, venom dripping from her poisonous, misleading words. "I bloody hate you."

His narrowed eyes widen and hurt and rejection and misery replace the anger and irritance and zest. He stops dead, not moving, not looking away from her and not shrinking away from her deadly glare. "Alright, alright," he says quickly, holding his hands up innocently. "Alright. Can I just ask.. Why?"

Oh, because of everything. Because you made me fall, too hard and too fast. Because you left me waiting for fourteen years. Because I'm pretty sure I don't love my husband as much as I love you. Because one day, you're going to leave us or we're going to leave you.

"You're trying to get me to leave! I am not leaving, Doctor! Just.. Stop it!"

Oh, hon. Never gonna tell the boy, are you?

Nope.

Sooo? Last part, so that's it. End of my first DW fic and my first fic in a while. :\ Was it completely rubbish?
Review, kiddies.