"Doctor!" I called as I tumbled off the bed and sprinted down the corridor. "Doctor, wait!"

I finally caught up to him, grabbed his shoulder and spun him round.

I was surprised to see tears in his eyes.

"No." He whispered, so low I could barely hear. "No this is wrong."

And he turned on his heel yet again and strode off down the corridor.

"Doctor, stop! How can it be timelord, I-"I called as I ran behind him, struggling to keep up.

"I don't know!" He yelled, finally turning to face me and grabbing my shoulders. "What I do know, is that this is wrong! This should be Rory's baby, not mine and it MAKES NO SENSE!"

With that he backed up against the wall of the TARDIS, closed his eyes, and slid to the ground, head in his hands.

I reached out tentatively, then withdrew my hand, thinking better of it.

I stood there, for what seemed like forever but really could only have been a few minutes, until a voice broke me out of my reveree.

"Amy! Finally, I've been looking for you everywhere!" Rory's voice was saturated with relief.

"Where have you been? And er, what's wrong with the Doctor?" He asked, eyeing the Doctor.

At the sound of his name, the Doctor looked up, looking shaken, but composed.

"Erm, right, yes, well, nothing really, well I'd better get to the Control Room, this ship doesn't fly itself!" He gave a nervous, shaky laugh.

"Wait, Doctor!" I caught up with him halfway down the corridor.

"What am I gonna tell him?" I said in an undertone.

"Tell him... Tell him... Tell him the truth, Amy. Tell him you're pregnant. And then... Well that's up to you."

"What do you mean? What's up to me?" I asked, puzzled.

"Amy, this is your choice. What Rory doesn't know, won't hurt him." He left me with that and walked off to the Control Room.

It was only when he left that I realised what he meant.

He'd given me a choice.

Tell Rory the truth; that I was having a Timelord baby and I had no idea how or why.

Or I could lie.

Tell him I was pregnant.

Tell him he was going to be a daddy.

Make out that our baby was just a normal child, not a half-alien who's real father was flying around in a big blue box, saving the universe.

How ever much the truth would hurt Rory, I knew that lying to him would be infinitely worse.

I had decided.

"Rory."

"Amy."

"I'm... I'm pregnant."

It was like a knife in the heart to see his eyes light up.

"I'm gonna be a daddy?" He asked a smile on his lips, lighting up his eyes.

"Oh, God Rory, I wish you were." I said, my voice cracking and the tears already starting to fall.

"What? What d'y-" He stopped suddenly, realising what I meant.

"It's his, isn't it?" He said stiffly.

"Yes bu-" I started.

"I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT AMY!" he yelled.

"YOU LYING CHEAT! HOW LONG HAS THIS BEEN GOING ON? SINCE OUR WEDDING? BEFORE THEN?"

SMACK!

I looked around, dazed.

Rory was on the ground, groaning and clutching his nose.

The Doctor stood just behind me, looking as shocked as I was.

"Erm... S-sorry." He said shakily, holding a hand out to help Rory up, which Rory ignored completely, propping himself up on his elbows.

"What the-" I said.

"You broke my nose!" Rory exclaimed, seeming more surprised than angry.

"Oops, sorry, just saw red for a minute there." The Doctor said guiltily.

"Anyway, shouldn't I be the one knocking YOU out?" Rory asked.

"No, Rory, I was getting to that, you see, nothing happened-" I tried to explain, but Rory had come out of his stupor now, and was on his feet once more.

"Oh let me guess, an angel fell out the sky and told you that you were going to have a child? Or did a stork fly by asking for you to 'sign for a special package'? Stop trying to fool me, I'm not an idiot Amy!"

"Don't talk to her that way." The Doctor said quietly.

"And you can shut up too!" Rory retorted.

"Rory please!" I said, exasperated. "I don't know how this happened, and I'm sorry, and I hope we can still be f-" But yet again I was cut off.

"No! NO! I'd rather be nothing to you than second best to HIM!" He spat.

"That's IT! Get OUT!" Roared the Doctor, grabbing Rory by the collar and dragging him down the corridor.

After a few steps, Rory managed to shake him off, and turned to face him.

"With pleasure!" He growled, before storming off; I heard the TARDIS door slam.

There was a silence, during which the Doctor and I just stared at each other.

"So." I said. "What now?"

He looked back at me, then slowly took my hand.

"Come with me."

We turned and walked down the corridor, two friends who'd travelled through time and space, never scared of anything, not even horrifying monsters or a crack in a wall that was slowly ripping apart the universe.

Two travellers, never scared of anything, now terrified at the thought of not knowing what came next.