AN: this chapter is angst-y.

Sorry.

And sorry for the long wait, I had a lot of trouble writing his chapter and I was afraid I got the Doctor and River OCC (if I did please tell me so I could fix it. And don't just tell me, give me explains and explain what they should say or how they would act)

Enjoy

'We need to talk -RS'

The Doctor ran as fast as he could across the street. To the old house where Amy and River lived along with their parents. It was an old yellow house with plants and vines climbing up the walls.

River Song sat, alone on the front porch. Her gray eyes were puffy and filled with tears. River's tan completion was unusually pale and her normally bushy and life filled hair was flat on her face. The Doctor ran to his girlfriend when he saw her crying. There was nothing he wanted to do more than make the person that hurt River feel the same sadness that was in her eyes.

"River, what's wrong," he asked kneeling before her and taking her hands for comfort. River slowly wiped the tears from her face with her shaking hand.

"John, it's Amy and Rory," she explained. Suddenly, the Doctor knew what ever had happened, it was completely horrible. River, along with everyone else, never call him by his real name. Unless something bad had happened.

"River, what happened?" Although he was afraid to ask, he feared not knowing more. River reminded silent.

"What happened?" A million different scenarios popped in his mind. Could they have been hurt, could they have gone missing, robbed, or maybe attacked? There was one thing that was too horrible to imagine. Something that would physically kill him if it happened, and of course, it happened.

"T-They... They were attacked," she took a deep breath, "and when they tried to attack Amy..." The Doctor turned as pale as a ghost. "Rory... h-he... he tried to stop them," tears began to stream down her face. Is he was clearly trying to stop crying, but River body betrayed her, and a never ending flow of water traveled down her face.

"Their d-dead, John," she finally shuddered out.

Nothing felt real after that.

Clara Oswald had made a dumb mistake sleeping in. By the time she awoke, Clara had found a mustache drawn above her lip, in what looked like a permanent marker, and that she was locked in her room.

Clara looked at her digital clock with read, 12:04. Her father would be there to pick her up in an hour, more or less. After washing the black ink off her face and decided to get some fresh air.

Over her bed was a small window, that was just big enough so that she could stick her head out of it. Clara opened the small window and stuck her head out.

She enjoyed feeling the soft gentle breeze push back her hair and cool her warm skin. For a moment, there was a secant of pure peace, a serenity that she hadn't felt since her mother died.

For one in her life, Clara felt like she belonged. Not in the Dalek house, but being next to the Doctor. She shock those thoughts out of her head.

Johns got a girlfriend. He doesn't care about you.

Reality hit her hard, and a the small feeling of joy fled from her body. She only felt worse as she heard the sound of glass shattering.

Clara jumped a bit as she heard someone yell, "JOHN," as loud as their voice would allow them. A pit of fear grew I'm Clara's stomach. Was the Doctor in trouble?

Her fears were confirmed when she saw the floppy haired teen storm off from a small yellow house. He stomped across the street, with his curled up into fists go tight that his knuckles were as white as snow. The Doctor's right hand was a sickening crimson red and some of that color dripped off his hand and onto the road as he walked over it. The Doctor's face was a bright pink and water trailed down his eyes.

"Doctor," Clara called from her window, not sure what else to do. He didn't even look at her. The Doctor ran into his large, empty house. A deafening silence filled the street. Normally, at that time of the day, she would hear that sound of children playing or their screams of joy. But that day, no one made a sound. The street felt dark and empty. Like they were morning. Everyone was morning.

Clara wanted to run up to the Doctor and give him a hug. She wasn't sure why he was so sad, or why the thought of him being miserable made he feel so terrible, but she want to tell him that everything was going to be fine. But she couldn't, not if she was locked in her room.

An idea popped into her mind. A crazy, brilliant, utterly insane idea. Under her window was a door canopy. A thick, sturdy one that could easily hold her weight. If she managed to land on top of the canopy then it was only a short jump to the ground.

Clara examined that window. She was perfectly skinny enough to clime through it. Without another thought, Clara stuck her legs out of the window first. She wiggled around and turned so that her butt as fully outside. It was only then she realized that she had not thought the plan fully through. Clara had underestimated the weight she would be putting her stomach as it laid on the window ledge. She slowly started to slide outside.

Clara began to panic when she didn't felt the solid roof is the door canopy. Her body was now fully hanging out of the window. She wasn't sure how much farther down the canopy was.

Clara refused to look down. She had always had a fear of heights, not it wasn't a fear of heights, it was a fear of falling.

When Clara was a young girl, she would have dreams that she could walk of clouds, it was an amazing feeling, feeling taller them the world. But the dreams always ended the same way. In the end Clara's curiosity would have gotten the best of her. She would look over the edge of the cloud, then she would slip and fall.

Flashes of her dreams returned to her and Clara started to panic more. Her breath sharpened and her palms started to sweat. She tried to ignore the images, but that only made then more noticeable. Rather then trying to forget them, Clara decided to change the dreams.

She imaged the Doctor watching her fall. He wore his ridiculous bow tie and had a green torch in his hand. The look of fear in his face gave her strength. She had to get to the Doctor, she had to help him.

Clara let go of the window. She landed abruptly onto the top of the door canopy. A victorious smile crossed her face. She had faced her fear, all because the Doctor needed her help.

Clara closed her eyes and jumped onto the bright green grass. She landed softly on her two legs. Her smile grew larger.

Clara ran next door. She ran as fast as she could. She ran for her Chin Boy.

The Doctor ran to his house. As soon as the front door shut behind hind him, he broke out into a fit of rage. He ran into the living room and threw his arms under the couch. The Doctor used all of his strength to flip the sofa to the ground. One of the arms of the couch hit into a small coffee table with a glass countertop. The glass shattered and flew all around the room.

The Doctor threw the next thing he saw against the wall, with to his surprise was a large fragile lamp. The clay starts joined the glass on the ground.

The Doctor didn't know what he was doing, all he saw was red. Memories of his and Rivers conversation flashed in his mind.

"What," The Doctor asked, completely shocked by what River said, "River, I spoke with them just yesterday." He explained. No there had to be a mistake. Rory and Amy couldn't be dead, they just couldn't.

"Their bodies were found three hours ago," she sobbed into her arm. River didn't want the Doctor to see her cry.

"How?" The Doctor whispered so low it was barely audible. River remained silent. "HOW?" He yelled cruelly. His tone was so dangerous that it sent shivers down her spine. "Rory was, umm, h-hit over the head with a... pipe" she whispered back.

"And Amy?" He asked, a little calmer. River began to cry harder. She berried her face into her arms to muffle the inhuman sound that shot out of her throat.

The Doctor waited. He waited for her to answer. River lifted her face to face his. She gasped for air.

"She was stabbed," she cried.

That's when he lost it. Letting the blind rage take over, he stood from his spot next to River and slammed his fist onto one of the house windows.

Blood poured from his hand as a loud 'crack' echoed in the silence. The window had a few cracks in it but didn't break. Without a work he stormed off. No, stormed off wasn't the right word, he ran. Ran far away from River, and Amy's house, and the truth. The longer he spent with River the more suffocated he felt. The world started to feel as if it was caving on his lungs.

Normally, when that happened, when the Doctor felt alone and crushed, Amy and Rory would take some of that weight off. They would hold his hand and help him make it through everything the world had thrown at him. But that time the world had hit him too hard.

Amy and Rory could no longer be his rock.

The Doctor had not notice the tears streaming down his face. He heard River call his name, his REAL name. He ignored her.

Then he heard the sweet sound of Clara's voice. It was harder to ignore her, but he did. He ran home to hide from the truth.

The Doctor took several deep breaths before he was fully able to see. The rage had left his body and all that remained was sadness. He wasn't sure exactly what to do next, normally he would have called Amy and she would say something like, "I'll be over soon," or, "stay calm, I'm coming over." She couldn't now.

The Doctor heard the front door open and shut. He listened to the sound of footsteps approach him.

"I'm sorry 'bout the window, River," he said, assuming it was his girlfriend, "I'll pay for it."

Silence.

"Is that what happened to your hand?"

Clara was shocked by the absolute mess he had made. Furniture we tossed around the room like they were rags, glass covered the floor (which made her glad that she head remember to put on shoes), and in the center of the room was The Doctor. He was staring at the ground and had his back turned to her.

"I'm sorry for the window, River," he said with an empty voice, "I'll pay for it."

Clara didnt know what to say. He thought that she was his girlfriend. Had something happened between them? Had they broke up?

No, it was something else, something much darker if it would have caused the Doctor to make such a mess.

"Is that what happened to your hand?" She asked. He spun around the moment her heard her voice.

The Doctor was as pale as a ghost. His eyes looked haunted and heavy. Clara would have given anything at that moment to see him happy and smiling, like how he was under the stars only a few hours ago.

That's when Clara realized what had happened.

"Clara, what are you doing here?" He asked as he tried to whip some tears away.

"Do you still have though bandages?" She asked, not taking her eye off his hand.

"Yes, but-" he started it clara cut him off.

"Where?" She asked. The Doctor looked a bit mad but answered her anyway.

"In the kitchen, top drawer on the left," he answered, "but what-" again Clara cut him off.

"I'll be right back." Clara ran into the kitchen and grabbed the bandages. When she returned, Clara carefully started to dress how wound.

"I babysit these two kids in my neighborhood," she explained, "Angie and Artie, those are their names. Artie it always going off and doing dumb boy things that end with him getting hurt. So I know enough about wounds to know bandages are important, especially when you bleeding this much" Clara looked up at the Doctor and grinned for a secant, "done" she said as she finished.

The Doctor was speechless, and Clara knew why.

"Why are you here?" He asked again.

"I saw you walking int your house and... You looked upset" she explained.

"We'll I'm fine," the Doctor spat, "you can go now,"

"I'm sorry," Clara whispered.

"For what?"

"For who ever you lost," she said with compassion. The Doctor was once again speechless.

"What," he whispered breathless.

"My mum die, not to long ago," Clara explained, "she was in a car crash... I was in the car with her..." Tears pooled in her eyes. A bitter laugh escaped her lips, "I was supposed to die with her, and when I found out what happened" she looked around the room, avoiding eyes contact with the Doctor.

"I did the same," she explained. "I completely trashed my room, even put a few holes in my wall." she paused and wiped the tears from her eyes, "so I'm sorry, for who ever you lost, I would say, 'time heals all wounds,' but that's bullock"

"When someone dies they take a peace of you with them, and nothing can heal that pain. But you get stronger and you learn to live with the pain." A small smile crossed her lips, it wasn't biter or empty, it was a real smile. "But one day you learn how to smile again, and you learn how to be happy again."

"My mum used to say that life is like running, everyone wants it to be a strait easy path, but it's not. There's twist and turns and obstacles. And when life knocks you down, you have to get back up and start running again."

"So, basically, run. Run you clever boy, and remember."

Silence filled the room. Clara hope that some of her words had stuck with him, and was hurt by what he said next.

"Get out," he said darkly, "leave."

For once in Clara's life, she did what she was told. Clara left without a word, and silently hoped, that the Doctor would make it through.

Three Weeks Later

It had been three weeks, three weeks since Rory and Amy had... passed. Three weeks since Clara Oswin Oswald had left him behind as she traveled back home with her father. Three weeks since The Doctor had last seen River.

And only 4 days since Amy and Rory's funeral. They were buried next to each other somewhere in New York. The Doctor wasn't sure where though. He had refused to attended.

If the Doctor had agreed to go then it would be true. Amy and Rory would be gone... Forever.

He would never hear the melodic sound of Amy's laugher. Or her thick Scottish accent call him 'raggedy man'. She would never again go on adventures with him in his bright blue car she had named the TARDIS.

The Doctor would never see Rory again. His best mate and oldest friend. Never again would Rory be by his side to provide a sense of sensibility that both Amy and himself seemed to lack. Rory had died never fulfilling a promise to the Doctor he had made when he was seven. Rory Williams died never marring Amelia Pond. The girl of his dreams. They were the definition of 'soul mates'.

No, the Doctor would never get to see their weeding. He would never get to be (as Amy joked) both the best man and maid of honor. He would never get the chance to dance like an idiot at their reception. But worst of all, the Doctor knew that their wedding would never come. They would be locked in a box under six feet of dirt and rock.

The Ponds were gone, and the world felt a little bit darker.

The Doctor was pulled from his thoughts when he heard a knock on the front door. He forced himself to his feet. The Doctor knew that he looked like rubbish. Over the corse of the three weeks he had barely left his living room. He spent the time watching the telly and clean the shattered glass off the floor.

The Doctor dragged his feet with every step until, he opened the door.

There stood River. Her light hair was pulled into a bun and she wore a long black dress. To any normal person, she looked fine, but the Doctor had dated her long enough to see her slightly red eyes and could physically feel how drained she was. In River's hands was an old cardboard box that was covered in dust.

"Hello, Sweetie" she said managing to find the strength to smile.

"River?" The Doctor said slightly shocked. He had not seen her for three weeks, why would she be turning up now?

"We were cleaning out the attic," she said, looking down at the box, "and we found this." Without another word she placed the box in his hands and walked passed him inside is house.

River took a seat on the living room couch in silence. She looked like she was about to say something, but couldn't find the words.

"What's in here?" He asked as he took a seat next to her.

"Old tapes" she replied, "of you, Amy, and Rory." His eyes widened. The Doctor stared at the box and held it a little tighter. A little closer to his heart.

"Don't you want them?" The Doctor asked a bit scared she would say yes. Amy and Rory had meant so much to him, but he had little to show that they actually existed. A part of him would feel bad taking away those memories from River and her family, after all she lost Amy and Rory too, but the other part of him didn't care.

"They were your best friends," she replied, "Amy would have wanted you to have them." River sniffed uncomfortably in her seat.

"What is it?" The Doctor asked.

She opened her mouth them quickly closed it. That only scared the Doctor more. Tears pooled in her eyes and River couldn't stare him in the eyes. He knew, something horrible wrong was happening.

"My father," she stared, taking a deep breath to calm down, "a few months ago, he was offered a job... in America." She took another deep breath. "Originally, he didn't want to force Amy and I to leave, but after everything that's happened..." Her voice trailed off. The Doctor knew what she was going to say, but he didn't want to hear it.

"H-He took the job" she stuttered, "he says we need a fresh start."

The Doctor knew he should feel sadness or even anger, but after everything that has happened, he wasn't sure exactly what to do.

"You're leaving?" He asked in a cold emotionless voice. The fact that he was so calm scared River more then his anger.

"River, I've lost so much," he said as tears started to pool in his eyes, "please, I can't lose you too." Desperation filled his voice. Why was he always alone in the end? Why did everyone have to leave? Was he really that horrible?

"It's not my chose anymore, sweetie" she explained depressed.

An uncomfortable silence filled the room, and couple stared at each other with grief in their eyes. They had both lost more then anyone should at their young age, and now they were about to lose each other. They remained together in the hushed environment until River spoke again, after what felt like hours.

"John," she paused, "I want a new start." The Doctor stared at her with a blank face. "I don't want to wake up everyday with reminders of Amy next to me. I don't want everyone to tell me their sorry, when they don't care, because no one at our school even knew their names until they died. The only person that noticed us was Kovarian, and she hated us" River ranted.

The mention of Kovarian made the Doctor smile. Her name brought back old memories that had once seemed bad, but now were distant and harmless. "Do you remember when Kovarian had Amy kidnapped, 'cause she was scared that she was gonna win prom queen?" The Doctor asked as an amused smile crossed his face.

River returned the small smile and a chuckle escaped her lips. "I remember how mad you were when you found out. And how shock she was when Jack Harkness and his boyfriend Ianto Jones won"

It felt good for the Doctor and River to share a laugh, it had been so long since he heard her laugh.

"I remember how beautiful you looked," the Doctor added with a small sad smile. River stared down at the ground guilt filling her, and the Doctor knew why.

"John-" River started but was interrupted.

"You want to break up," he whispered staring at the ground as well.

"I want a fresh start." She corrected.

"And I want that for you," he said raising his voice, "but you can't do that, not as long as we are dating."

Silence once again filled the room. Both of them knew, from the start of their relationship, they had a limited amount of time, and now time was up. But the Doctor didn't want it to end in sadness.

"One last date," he said taking her hand, "one last spectacular date, what do ya say?" He asked, starting to sound a bit like his old self. That happy-go-lucky fool that she had loved.

"Wherever and whenever you want," she said with a smile. A genuine smile.

"How about that restaurant you always wanted to go to, the karaoke one," The Doctor pause trying to recall its name.

"Darillium?" River asked hopeful. He smiled and took her hand.

"Geronimo," he answered. The couple walked hand in hand to the restaurant. And they didn't once think about their grief or pain, that night. That night, they forgot the world and enjoyed themselves. They listened to music, they ate good food, and at the end of the night, they said their goodbyes and the Doctor cried for is lost lover. That night was the last time they ever saw each other, and the night the Doctor end up, truly alone.

But one thing always warmed the Doctor in his darkest moment. That that date was worth the pain, and it was worth the heartbreak to see River smile, one last time.

AN2: sorry it was a bit of a River/Eleven chapter. But I truly believe that the Doctor loves River and he could never simple leave her behind without a goodbye. (I don't ship Doctor/River, but I respect it)

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Next time: Clara returns with shocking news, and the Doctor is depressed (Like in The Snowmen).