Soooo, we rejoin just as the Doctor has run out after kissing Amy... Do read on... (Sorry for the epic chapter length by the way...) :)

The Doctor had never been more annoyed at himself (in recent memory). What the hell had he just done? What on earth possessed him to do such a ridiculously stupid (at lest he tried to tell himself it was) thing? He half walked, half ran through the various corridors and halls that lined the ever ongoing TARDIS, not caring where he went, trying to lose himself in its vastness.

After about half an hour of wandering and inner turmoil, the Doctor stopped and went into the nearest room. He found himself in the Library and settled himself down behind a bookcase (minding the swimming pool) to think about his actions, what had caused them and what the bloody hell he was going to do now.

Amy Pond was left in the control room by herself. Normally, this would be something the Doctor would never even contemplate; she could be capable of doing anything, especially with no experience of flying the craft, this time, however, it was different. Her mind was a jumble of thoughts each one more irrational than the next. Had that really just happened? He had just kissed her, hadn't he? And it was definitely him this time, wasn't it? Amy was confused. Why had she just stood there and watched him leave? After the bliss that had ensued a couple of minutes previously, why was it this that faced her? Silence, emptiness and one half of that ecstasy fleeing from her, deep into the heart of the TARDIS. Was it her? Did she do something wrong? Or was it him? Another 'I'm an alien blah, blah, blah' argument?

With few of these questions answered, Amy began to feel embarrassed. She was just stood there in the control room of a time travelling space ship in a wedding gown, made up to the nines, while not actually married, longing for the comfort of the one who had just run from her. Amy tried not to get upset. This was not her! She was not some needy, weepy, girl that got hurt by anyone or anything, she was Amy Pond! She was a strong, independent woman... that never generally got hurt by anything, except if that thing were the Doctor, the man she had known for so long, the man she had always longed to impress and be the companion of... She didn't want to think about it as the first of many tears began to roll down her face. Now feeling even more humiliated, she ran back to her room, retaining as much dignity as she could, showered, got changed into her favourite pyjamas and curled up under her duvet. She finally felt safe; no one could get her under here. The only place she had ever felt safer was... in his arms. This thought brought on a fresh wave of tears as she tried to force it out of her mind.

After thinking long and hard about what he'd just done, the Doctor decided on the course of action to pursue. He would just go for the normal plan and pretend nothing ever happened. It worked ok after the Angels... but then there was Rory to distract Amy... oh well, he'd just have to hope it worked or make it up as he went along (worst case scenario). Sighing, the Doctor removed himself from his hiding place behind the towering stacks of books on the bookcase and decided to set a course for an interesting planet that might distract Amy from the events of the day. On his way back to the control room, he noticed that most of the Doors he wanted to go through, various short cuts through rooms etc, were locked and that the light had turned pretty awful to see by.

"I'm sorry, Old Girl, whatever have I done to offend you this time?" he said to the TARDIS, looking to the ceiling as if it were going to speak back through that. On doing this, however, he walked into a door which had been conveniently opened by the TARDIS for him.

"OW! Was that really necessary? Really? Was it?" The Doctor knew that the door that had opened up did not take him to the right corridor to lead him to the control room, that door was just a couple down the hall. He tried it, and to no real surprise, found that the TARDIS had locked it.

"Great. Now what do you want me to do?" The Doctor said, the TARDIS sighed menacingly,

"Fine! Fine, I'll go this way!" he held his hands up as if to surrender and walked through the door. He prayed this hallway did not lead him anywhere near to Amy; he was just not ready for that yet.

The TARDIS made a grumbling noise, "What do you mean I'll have to be?" He kept walking, expecting a response, then he heard a soft weeping sound coming from behind one of the doors which he knew, unfortunately, to be Amy's.

"Oh, so this is why..." He moved silently towards the door and paused, listening, hoping the noise would go away. When it didn't, he gritted his teeth and knocked softly on the door. No response.

"Amy?" he called timidly, opening the door. The first thing the Doctor saw on entering the room was Amy's beautiful wedding gown thrown haphazardly onto the back of the chair that faced the bed. He couldn't help but wonder why she'd not taken better care of it. He also noticed the TARDIS' vain attempts to console Amy. There was a mug of hot chocolate on the bedside table (the Doctor knew she reserved this party trick only for special cases) and when he stepped in, he couldn't help but feel how warm and cosy the TARDIS had deliberately made the room feel. Finally, the Doctor caught a glimpse of what was making the distressing sound; a few locks of ginger hair pocked themselves out from underneath the patchwork quilt that Amy was hiding under.

"Amy?" the Doctor called softly again, pulling back the corner of the quilt to reveal Amy's tear tracked, yet still so beautiful, face.

Realising what was happening, Amy pulled herself upright.

"What? What could you possibly want?" She exclaimed angrily through her tears, brushing her hair from her face.

"Amy," the Doctor said again, this time worriedly. Why was she so upset, what had driven her to this?

"What? Stop saying my name! I'm right here!" She was still angry, but she took deep breaths to stop herself from crying.

"What is it? What's the matter? Are you ok?" the Doctor said, placing his hands on her upper arms, as if trying to steady her, or get her to understand him.

"Get your hands off me!" She shuffled to the other side of the bed, hoping desperately he'd just leave her alone. She was embarrassed. Seriously embarrassed and she didn't want to tell him why.

"What! What did I do?" the Doctor was taken back. What could he have done? ... oh...

"What did you do? You're a lost cause! Just leave me alone." She turned away from him and lay back down. He walked round to the other side of the bed and sat back down.

"No, I won't. Not when you're like this!"

She sat up again, sharply. "You really want to know?" Why was she even contemplating this?

"Yes!" No... Please let it not be something I did...

"Let me show you."

"What? Show me? How?"

"Well you did that weird mind thing with me in the Pandorica, I figured it might work both ways, if you'd let me..."

"Are you sure? It might not be as easy for you as for me. It has been done before though." He thought of Madame Pompadore roaming through his thoughts back in his younger days when he and Rose had faced the clockwork monsters on that ship...

"I'm sure."

She took his hands and placed them either side of her forehead, he corrected them to the right positions so he could enter into her mind. And then she thought. Amy Pond thought of all the reasons she was upset, embarrassed and annoyed. All the reasons linked to one character in particular. The Doctor. The Doctor couldn't help but be taken aback by what she was showing him. Had he really caused her to feel like this? The Doctor tried to pull his hands away, feeling guilty about rummaging through her thoughts and how he'd made her feel.

"Amy, you can't..." he said, gently taking his hands away,

"No! You have to see!" she replaced them, closed her eyes and began remembering again.

Once Amy had finished reeling off all of her thoughts of the past few hours, she opened her eyes and looked at the Doctor. He looked at her, speechless. Completely lost for words, he ran a hand through his floppy hair and pulled her into a deep embrace.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered into her ear, pushing her hair out of the way. "I had no idea, I..."

"Doctor, shut up." Amy pulled back slightly, to look at him, she judged his possible reactions, then she leaned in to kiss him. The Doctor started to move back towards her, then, realising what he was doing, promptly pulled away, moving Amy out of his arms and moved to the other side of the bed. Why did she have this effect on him? Why couldn't he remember who he had to be around her?

Oh God. What had she just done? This was a one way ticket back to Leadworth booked to be sure! Now she was embarrassed, seriously embarrassed, what was she going to do now?

"Amy," the Doctor said in a sort of kindly frustrated manner, "Amy, Amy, Amy, Amy, Amy," he continued, whispering, "what on earth am I going to do with you? Why are you still so desperate to do... THAT... to me, after what I've done to you? What you've just shown me proves that I am completely unworthy of your affection, hell, I'm not even from your planet! It shouldn't work out anyway!"

"Fine, you win. I'll never do it again. I'm sorry, I was severely mistaken. You can even take me," she sighed, "back to Leadworth if you must but please, first, answer me one question?"

"Amy, I never..."

"Please, just do it."

"Fine. Shoot."

"Why did you kiss me, in the control room, why did you kiss me?"

Dun dun dun! I'm sorry to be completely mean and break it there, but I feel the chapter's long enough!

Anywho, thanks for reading and reviewing! I'm glad so many people seem to like it! Can I just ask one thing though? 14 reviews? Can we crank it up a notch please? I'm not going to be annoying and only update if a certain number of reviews comes in, because thats cruel, but still, a few more might be nice. Thanks, anyway. Don't feel you have to though, I will update!

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Ellie xxx