Margie-me, thank you so much for the wonderful reviews, I think you just got this fanfic resurrected by giving me the kick I need to get it going again, and you also gave me the idea as to how. Thank you so much!

The Doctor looked over the scans again, then at Amelia, who was sleeping soundly on one of the medbay beds, still wrapped in the baby blanket. He sighed and left the medbay, turning off the light and glancing at Amelia before going to the console room to go to two thousand and four.

River paused just outside of the room she gave birth in, less than an hour ago, and leaned against the wall, squeezing her eyes shut. Tears escaped from the cracks of her eyes. After a few seconds, she opened them again, took a few deep breaths and wiped the corner of her eyes.

She was still bleeding from where an I.V. was placed in her arm, where the painkillers were. They were still in her system, the twinge in her gut turned into a deep, dull throb.

River glanced into the room again, looking at the Doctor holding little Amelia, both sound asleep. She wasn't surprised that the Doctor was asleep. He looked so tired when he had visited her in Stormcage.

She pulled herself away from them and calmly walked away, out of the hospital and back to Stormcage.

A half an hour later, the medication had worn off completely and River laid still in her small bed, trying to keep her mind off of the pain in her stomach.

She had some pain medication in the small cell, hidden of course, but it had done nothing but taken a small bit of it away. She was even was considering using her hallucinogenic lipstick on to send herself into oblivion, at least for a while.

River slowly reached over to the nightstand, where the tube was stashed, when her V.M. beeped loudly. Rolling her eyes, she brought her wrist up to her face to see what it was.

But the V.M on her wrist wasn't beeping. She pushed herself up into a sitting position and reached behind the bed, where a brick was missing, hidden by a perception filter.

The thing she pulled out was a V.M. similar to her's, but it was falling apart, old looking, worn. River opened the flap and pushed a button, answering the call.

A holographic figure, about six inches in height, popped up above the VM and River couldn't help but smile at the twenty year old looking person it showed.

"Hello, Amelia. Happy Birthday." River whispered to it, covering her mouth at the last syllable, hiding a sob.

But the hologram of Amelia noticed. "River? What's wrong?"

"I just... I've just had a rough day, sweetie." River answered honestly.

"Oh... It happened, didn't it?" She asked quietly.

River nodded, then spoke up when she remembered that Amelia wasn't able to see her actions. "Yeah, it did... That was the last time I ever got to see you... Proper you, I mean... I didn't realise that it would be this hard..."

Amelia nodded slightly, looking away. "Yeah, I know what you mean. If it helps, she's going to have a life that's not that bad." She said as she looked back up to the general area of River's face, giving her mother a slight smile.

"I wish I hadn't had to leave you..." River said as she wiped away a tear. "You were so small... So... Perfect. I didn't want to go."

"I know. And I'm so sorry..." Amelia said quietly. "But that could have caused a paradox, if you stayed."

"It would have." River confirmed. "You had no power over this, don't blame yourself." She said, knowing full well that Amelia would if she thought that she had the slightest bit of responsibility in something.

"Maybe... If I was more careful with my timestream... None of this would have happened."

"No. There was nothing you could have changed. And I wouldn't have let you, if you tried."

Amelia gave a slight chuckle. "If it would have ended better for you, I would have changed it."

River shook her head. "You're too much like your father."

She sighed. "Yeah..."

"Amelia..." River started, looking at her daughter.

"I'm fine." She replied quickly. "I just miss being... real, you know?"

River sighed and looked at the V.M. "How long-?"

"My battery life's at less than forty seven percent." Amelia interrupted. "So, about... five hours left? At best bet."

"Are you sure there's no way to charge the V.M. at all? We could asked your father for help..."

"You know we can't do that..."

As if on cue, there was a wheezing, echoing sound from outside of her cell as a TARDIS came to halt.

"That's him... A younger him... Please, Amelia. We could fix this. I don't want to lose you again, I already lost you once today."

"It won't happen today, but you can't stop it from happening." Amelia said. "Go with the Doctor. Go do something. But you can't take me along and try to fix me."

"I don't-"

"Go, River." Amelia said as the hologram flickered and turned itself off. River pressed a few buttons on the V.M, but the hologram refused to return.

"River?" The Doctor called out from the hallway. "River, are you here?"

"Just give me a second!" River yelled back as she carefully slipped the V.M. back into it's cubbyhole in the wall.

She got up slowly, and put on a fake smile to go and see the Doctor.

Five Months Later

The Doctor laid on his stomach on the carpeted floor, paper and markers in front of him. Amelia was sitting opposite of him, watching as she scribbled randomly on a paper. She took another marker and pushed it over to him.

"You want me to draw something?" The Doctor asked, looking at her. She stuck the end of the marker in her hand into her mouth. "Don't suck on that..." He scolded lightly.

She pouted and gurgled at him before taking the marker out of her mouth and handing it over to him, slobbery end pointing to him.

"I don't want it, now that you've slobbered all over it..." He said as he picked up a blue marker and started drawing absentmindedly, mainly just gibberish in Gallifreyan symbols. "What do you want me to draw, hm?" He asked.

As he looked up, Amelia had already stuck the marker back into her mouth and he sighed. Lately she had been sucking on everything she could get her hands onto and her mouth around, and the Doctor kept trying to get her to stop, but she still would.

"I'll draw something and you stop sticking things in your mouth, agreed?" He asked as he began to draw a blue box. Amelia gurgled and nodded, although the Doctor knew she wouldn't stop sucking on things.

"Do you wanna hear a story, Amelia?" He asked as he drew on the box, drawing windows and a door on it. "Alright, I'll tell you a story..."

Short chapter is short and I am sorry.

Unfortunately, this will be my last chapter in anything for a while, because I'm graduating! And my summer will be spent without technology of any kind, because I know my parents and they're not getting me anything for actually making it through high school, without killing myself, so I won't have anything to post with, and I can't afford a laptop myself. I will, whenever I'm not working, so maybe once in a while, work on all of my stories on paper.

And when I finally get something to work on, you'll get chapters.