I am so so so sorry for the complete lack of updates on this! I had to rewrite this chapter so many times and I still don't like it very much. But I feel bad for not doing anything with this!

And thank you to tasty-kate for the review that made me want to publish this!

Disclaimer: I don't own them, yadda yadda yadda, etc.

So here is the little tiny chapter!

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Amy couldn't see anything, couldn't feel anything. Her heart was racing and every part of her body was shaking. The Doctor had forced her into the TARDIS and thrown her into one of the many rooms. She felt her body go into shock and she lost all emotion.

She stared at the wall for what seemed like hours. Then she took a deep breath and tried to focus. Was the Doctor sick, or was it her? She thought of the dream, or so-called dream, that she had before the Doctor had found her. The nightmare had ended when Amy had remembered how she got out of those stupid offices.

Should she try to do the same with the Doctor?

Tell him she wanted to go home, home to Rory? That she did not want the adventures anymore? It could work, but it was a lie. How could she lie to him? He had always come back for her, no matter what happened.

Amy steadied her racing heart and stood up. She paced back and forth in front of the wood door before pounding on it loudly.

"Doctor!" she yelled, her voice heavy with her Scottish accent. She continued to pound on the door until she heard loud footsteps echoing towards her room.

The Doctor pulled open the door roughly and it swung far enough back to hit the metal walls in the hall. The echoing sound was the only noise you could hear in the entire TARDIS.

Amy stared at the Doctor's face. She had never seen him look so angry and so sad at the same time. Rage flared in his eyes, but the deep blue circles under his eyes almost canceled any emotion out. His perfect hair was ragged in front of his eyes. Amy looked down and his hands and noticed that multiple knuckles were split, bleeding, and bruised.

Her eyebrows knit together tightly. What could he have been doing to make these marks? He never showed anger, he always understood who or what he was dealing with and knew exactly how to solve it.

"What." He said, his voice low.

"I…I…I would like to go home." Her hands started shaking so she held them against the doorframe. The Doctor's eyes flashed and he placed his hands on her shoulders and shoved. Amy tripped backwards and almost fell.

"What the hell? I said I want to go home! Take me back you arse!" She stood with her hands clenched at the sides, leaning forward. Her hair was in disarray around her face giving her a wild look. The Doctor looked taken aback momentarily. He walked forward and grabbed Amy's wrist painfully. She tried to break free but was unable to.

"I don't want to be here anymore! I don't love you! Leave me alone!" She screamed at the top of her lungs.

The world around her collapsed into silver and black.