Thank you very much for the reviews! I was going to make that first chapter the complete story, but I've decided to add on. Happy reading and writing!


"I'm gonna fall!" Amy squeaked, clinging to the side of the ship for all she was worth. Her feet and hands were barely hanging onto ridges in the side of the starship U.K. The TARDIS hovered a few feet above and away. The beast was turning a bit on its side and she was slipping.

"Float, Pond." The Doctor smiled, unconcerned. He was standing in the doorway of the TARDIS, pointing his sonic at the crack in the side of the ship. It hadn't taken too long to find it. Amy was looking out at it when she slipped, dipping down. She was too awed by the sights around her and got a bit further away from the TARDIS than she'd meant to. When the beast started moving a bit erratically, it panicked her and she grabbed at the ship as if she were restricted by gravity and might otherwise plummet.

"Oh. Yeah." A sheepish Amy let go, allowing herself to free float. She laughed happily and twirled about as the Doctor opened the crack. The crack opened revealing darkness behind it. Luckily no creatures seemed to exit the crack, but one could never be too sure. He would have to check back later. Amy stayed clear of the opening. She wasn't really paying much attention. Even though she was supposed to be helping there wasn't much for her to do just now. She was rolling herself around and around now, enjoying the spinning sensation. It was very freeing!

The crack reverted and snapped closed. The Doctor glanced around and spotted Amy a good twenty feet away. He was watching her with a crooked smile until she started to drift even further. "You're going out of range." He cautioned her. Out of range of the TARDIS' protective air pocket would be a problem if she drifted too far. Amy turned, flipping over so her head was upwards towards the TARDIS, and started to swim through the air back to the Doctor. He didn't stay to watch her, he turned and went back to the TARDIS controls.

He gave his ship a slight glare, murmuring. "Naughty girl. Letting Amy take you away like that." He wasn't forgetting and he wasn't terribly forgiving that the TARDIS made it work out for Amy all too well. It may have known it was wrong, but it had no problems taking her right back to young Amelia and just in time, too. Not while his past self was still there, but while Amelia was waiting for him. It also had returned her to the prison a good half an hour after she'd first taken it even though he had it set to return twenty minutes into the future of his previous landing when he used it to track back. He was late for Amelia, he was late for Amy, and it had let her take off on her own. He knew the TARDIS had a mind of her own, but this was getting to be ridiculous. He was about to say more on it, but Amy was now pulling herself up and inside.

"Okay. Now where to? Back to Winston Churchill, right?" She asked, closing the doors and trailing over to him.

"Yes, and a few more other cracks that need healing." The Doctor nodded as he set the TARDIS back on course. "Behave." He scolded it quietly.

"Then can we go to another planet again? One in the future?" Amy asked excitedly. But the Doctor gave her a look. "What?" She asked, blinking. Why was he looking at her like that?

"You've still got a lecture coming. After we heal the cracks, no more extra-planetary trips until you have that lecture." She rolled her eyes. As much as she adored him, sometimes he was very more much like a father or big brother than a friend that she fancied more than she should. "Careful Doctor."

The look he shot her way was inquisitive. "Careful of?"

"Your age is showing." She teased, smiling. He directed her to tug a lever down and didn't respond to her teasing. Ah, he was still mad. At least he was willing to work with her on it though. Much better than dumping her off back at home!

"What did you do to me?" She asked suddenly.

He glanced at her worriedly. "What do you mean?"

"I mean little me. When you took me back, how do you know she won't remember anything?" This question had been burning in her mind.

He looked back at the controls, concentrating. He didn't answer her for several moments. "I did something Time Lord." He murmured. "She won't remember your getting her. She will remember meeting me though. I'm not going to change the time line more than necessary."

"So. Does that mean I did come back for myself when I was her, but I just don't remember it?" She sounded excited by that idea.

"Possibly. With Paradoxes it can be tricky." He was busy, only half-into the conversation they were having as he flew the TARDIS. "Hopefully so if we fix this it should stay safely hidden within her, or rather your, mind."

"Where did you leave her?" Amy asked, remembering with painful details her own experience of that long first night and day waiting for the Doctor.

He remembered the slight indent in the Earth, telling him that the suitcase had been set there previously with a bit of weight on it as if a small child had been sitting on it. It hadn't been hard to work out. "Where you found her. Outside waiting for me." He said this so quietly it was obviously something that was weighing on his mind. He didn't care for leaving a small child alone, much less alone at night outside. Anything could happen to her. But he hadn't a choice. Not a good one anyway.

"Oh." Amy was thoughtful. "I don't remember falling asleep outside, but I remember waking outside..." She said slowly. "The sun woke me." She didn't add that when it woke her, she'd been laying curled up on her side on the hard, cold ground shivering and had immediately started to cry. She'd pulled herself up after a few minutes and sat back down on her suitcase, determined to wait for him. It was late afternoon before her aunt dragged her inside. Physically. When she'd tried to make her come in by yelling at her, she refused, scared to miss the Doctor. It was all quite traumatic.

She silently wondered if she had remembered the 'lady' coming back for her and going to see the Doctor, if that would have changed how she grew up, but she knew there was nothing she could do about it. The Doctor certainly wouldn't go back and change that fact.

Her eyes suddenly lit up at a thought. "Doctor? Can you reverse it then?"

The Doctor looked over at her. "Reverse what?"

"Whatever you did to my mind when I was a little girl? Can you reverse it? Not for her, but for me now?"

"Why?" Apprehension laced his voice.

"Because I'm an adult now. If that did happen to me, you could make me remember it again. Then I could have my memories complete." Amy didn't like the idea of thoughts missing.

"They wouldn't complete your missing memories. You don't remember the daleks." He murmured thoughtfully, but Amy wasn't paying a lot of attention to that. She was more interested in remembering the Doctor.

"Can you do it? Give me back the memories you took?" The Doctor flinched. Every reminder of leaving that vulnerable little girl alone on the cold, hard ground outside, leaving her believing and knowing he hadn't come back for her, was akin to having a dagger made of ice slicing into his chest. More so than his anger at Amy for stealing his ship in the first place, something angered him far more. Having to leave Amelia on purpose. Maybe it was his cosmic punishment for not returning to her sooner, but he was angry for it.

"We don't have time to worry about that now. We need to fix this, Amelia." He spoke so abruptly she didn't try to argue with him further just now.

The next several hours were filled with locating each crack in reality and the Doctor using his sonic to heal it. Her job was to watch out for anything suspicious that might pop out of the openings or slip out unseen but effect things around them. She was also to ward off others who might get in their way. It went quietly, which Amy was grateful for. She didn't mind a good and scary adventure, but not when it could endanger others and was her fault. Aside from a couple of annoying people back in the year 1503 who tried to worship a crack, they hadn't run into any real troubles.

Most of the cracks didn't seem to be around anything too important. Though there was one where a rather large swarm of flies escaped from. That stalled the Doctor and Amy for a good hour and a half as they collected the flies in a large net to be released on a peaceful world whose only residence happened to be insects of all kinds. Since the crack they escaped through had already sealed shut, they couldn't send it directly back there. So the insect world was the second best thing the Doctor could manage. Amy saw he wasn't happy about it. About having to fix these problems she'd caused. About having to leave creatures out of place even if they were just flies.

By the time the final known crack was sealed, Amy could barely stand the perturbed look on the Doctor's face. He set the TARDIS in motion once more and sighed.

Amy walked over to him and touched his shoulder. He looked at her expectantly. "Doctor, I'm sorry." She said for probably the hundredth time since this all began. "I really am. I didn't mean to cause so many problems for you." She almost offered to let him take her back home, but couldn't quite bring herself to be that self-sacrificing. She just loved being with him too much to do that. She might have offered if she was positive he would deny the offer. But, she wasn't so sure anymore.

"I know. I know." He spoke quietly. Where was his robust attitude? He looked drained. Had her mistake caused his enthusiasm to evaporate? She really couldn't take much more of his indifference.

"Yell at me, will you!"

The Doctor's eyes widened slightly at her outburst. "What?" He sounded confused as she advanced upon him.

"Go ahead, yell at me for messing up. Tell me how awful I've been. How wrong I am. Just don't stand there going all quiet!" She grumbled, irritated.

He eyed her with a blank look that suddenly erupted into comprehension. "Oh, Amy. Is that what you think." He reached over and mildly poked her shoulder with his index finger. "You, need to see the bigger picture. I know you didn't mean to do it. Trust me, you'll be suffering a lecture from me soon enough, but there are other more pressing matters to attend to just now."

Amy frowned. "Like what then?"

"Lunch!" He grabbed for a button and pressed it with a happy little smile on his face. Here she was beating herself up over nothing! She'd been so sure he was brooding because of her stealing the TARDIS and crossing her personal time line with little Amelia. Yet, all along his mind was on food! Knowing him some sort of disgusting mix of meat and sweet.

She let loose a breath she'd been holding and found herself unable to not smile as she watched him. "Lunch sounds good." How he could thaw her raw emotions so easily, was still a mystery to her.

A short time later Amy found herself sitting on a picnic blanket across from the Doctor and eating a sandwich. They were somewhere in the seventeenth century. They were in the middle of a nice quiet field. Although there was beauty all around them: trees, flowers, birds, a little lake, none of this interested Amy. Her eyes were trained on the Doctor and the bucket he was holding.

"Whats in that?" The Doctor had gotten the food from some alien shop. He hadn't allowed her to leave the TARDIS when he did. She still wasn't allowed on alien planets until that lecture happened. Thankfully he didn't force his odd dietary trends on her. She was happy to eat a regular chicken sandwich while he ate whatever concoction he'd come up with this time. "This? Oh its chicken too."

"Really?" Amy eyed the small bucket suspiciously.

"Yeah." The Doctor pulled what looked like a white sauce dipped piece of chicken out of the bucket and took a bite. "Chicken and....Ckmbmr." He murmured this last part through a mouth full.

"And what?"

He chewed and glanced at her. "Cake batter." Amy's eyes widened. "You do know thats disgusting?"

"No, its just a bit of sweet and salty together. Nice blend. Really it hits the spot." The Doctor protested.

Watching him eat was like watching a toddler eat. You never knew what he'd put in his mouth next.

After a few minutes of eating, Amy decided to bring up another topic. Anything other than food and her mistake, would do. "So, about those daleks."

This got the Doctor's attention. He'd been dipping his chicken deeply into the cake batter and sucking it off. He paused, mid-suck to squint at her expectantly.

"Well, I mean, why is it you think I should remember them? I don't understand." This topic, she should have thought through a little more before bringing it up. It served at making the Doctor turn serious.

"You should. It happened. Your world was invaded by them. They moved Earth across the stars, Amy. They were collecting people in the streets. Killing them when they ran. How could you not remember such things." He'd put the bucket down, suddenly all of his focus was on her.

Amy stared back, giving a little unsure laugh. "But, that's crazy! The Earth moving? The daleks invading the whole planet? I wouldn't forget something like that. How would I?" She questioned, lifting her eyebrow.

"Think about it Amy. Haven't you heard anything on your world about the invasion? It was only a couple of years ago in your time." The Doctor folded his hands in front of him as he bored holes into her with his eyes.

"No. Nothing like that happened, Doctor. Are you sure you've got the right world?" She was teasing, but he wasn't having it.

"Amy, I've saved the Earth time and again from them, and every other threat that has come. If I know anything, it is your world." He shook his head and set the bucket down. He was staring deeply at the ground.

Staying quiet for a bit, Amy considered him. For a young looking man, he really was ancient. The weight on his shoulders so immense she knew she couldn't begin to fully appreciate it. But this thing about the daleks. How could they have invaded Earth without her noticing? She may not have been up on all the science news, but she was pretty certain this sort of story would have been splashed over every headline imaginable. Why hadn't she seen any of that? He had to be wrong. Maybe something did happen, but how it happened must not have been the way the Doctor thought. At least, that was all she could think. She didn't see how she couldn't remember something so big, so the Doctor just had to be mistaken.

"I just don't understand how you can't remember. It is not possible..." His baffled tone pulled her out of her own thoughts.

"Well," She said slowly. "If I did forget planets in the sky, as you said, I'm sorry?" She wasn't sure what else to say.

The Doctor was scanning her features and then abruptly jumped to his feet. Amy jerked, startled. She looked up at him and started to gather the left over food to throw away when the Doctor said something that made her entire body ice over.

"You have to go home."

Five simple words. Not spoken in anger, but spoken just the same.

Hadn't they just been over this? It took a full ten seconds for Amy to find her feet and voice. She climbed to her feet and stared wide eyed at him. "What? Why?!"

"Come on, Pond." He said absentmindedly. He quickly disappeared inside the TARDIS leaving Amy to trail after him with the garbage. She set the garbage aside and walked over to him on wooden legs.

"Doctor." He was starting the TARDIS up again. "Doctor." She tried not to lose it. He couldn't be sending her home now. Not now! "Please!"

He was busy with the controls and not paying any attention to her. She felt sick. "Doctor, please!" Her voice wobbled which finally caught his attention. He stopped and turned to her.

The look on his face was unreadable.

"Doctor...I thought you said I had a lecture coming. You can't make me go home...Without a lecture." She was clinging to straws now, anything that would keep her with him even a little bit longer.

The Doctor lifted a brow. "Oh, Amy." He admonished. "We have to return to Leadworth to investigate just why you can't remember." He gave her a 'you're a silly girl' sort of look, but there was affection in it. He went back to the working the ship's controls.

That left Amy torn. They were going back home to investigate, but he didn't exactly make it clear on whether or not he intended to leave her there when they were finished. With her heart in her throat, she could only nod.