A/N okay, so I know this is a very, very long time coming, and that I pulled a really jerk move with the last chapter, but this is the real! I promise! This is not a drill, repeat, not a drill! This is the real chapter!

Beta'd by: Whovian 1.0

Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who, otherwise I would totally be making this real, and Cappy would have Amy and Rory as is companions.


We step out of the TARDIS, and I gasp, tears springing to my eyes, "oh god, I knew it was coming, but…" I trail off as the ash swirls mixing with smoke, the smell of burning filling the air, I can hear the screaming from where we stand on the ridge, looking down at the burning massacre that is Pompeii, "all of those people." I whisper.

Rory wraps an arm around my shoulder, "it's awful!" I cry, "I never thought I would have to see this."

Rory pulls me in, and I bury my face in his neck, "you don't have too, we can go back into the TARDIS." he says softly.

I shake my head, "no. I was the one who made us stay this long. I'm not going to turn away from them, not one more second, they deserve to be remembered, and I'll see it, I was there I met the people, I spoke with them, I'm not about to look away." I say turning back to the burning city below us, tears running down my face.

"I can see why they thought up the name for it though, Volcano. The great god Vulcan. To them it would seem he's outraged, swallowing an entire city in fire, choking its children with smoke and ash, it would seem purely Volcanic, and I can see why they would say it's the work of a vengeful god." I say softly.

The heat from the flames that lick at the town floats up to us, wrapping us in thick tendrils of heat. People scream in pain fear and anguish, and I clutch onto Rory's armor desperate not to get separated from him no matter what, "I wish we could have done something. All of those children, they're either dead or near to It." my heart rises to my throat.

"I didn't miss this part of the traveling, the watching fixed points coming to pass. Not being able to do anything about it." I hear Rory say, watching the dust and debris rise from the city, I feel tears running down my face in a torrent, the deafening roar of the fire, the piercing sound of people screaming, in fear, their anguish filling my heart, till it felt as though it had been filled with lead.

I crush my eyes closed, and note that I haven't felt the influence of the Sisterhood since we arrived on the cliff edge gazing down on the carnage, that hours before was the thriving metropolis I had lived in for months. All of those people were gone now, "what do we do now?" I ask, my voice thick with emotion.

Rory's arms tighten around me, "We do what we always do Mrs. Williams." he says softly, "We survive and, we remember."

I lean into him, happy to have him there to support me, feeling as though if I were alone here, I would tumble to the ground, and never get up again. "I know this was always going to happen, but I never would have thought it would be like this." I say gesturing to the burning hell that was unfolding before us.

Finally it's too much, I turn and bury my face in Rory's neck, and whisper, "let's go back, I can't watch."

After a moment Rory turns us away from the city, that for so many months, we had called home, and led me to the ship, that for so many before, had been more of a home, than the place I called home as a child.

As we entered the TARDIS hummed, mournfully, and I knew it was her extending her sympathies to us.

I look up, and I realize, as much as they both changed, the Doctor and his TARDIS, they are still the same. A thought pops into my head, same software, different casing. I shake my head, unsure where that came from, because I hadn't thought it.

Sighing I sit down in one of the jump seats, and just close my eyes, for the first time, in almost a year, I can't hear any thoughts, or prompts from Spurrina. How long have I wished for this? The silence in my mind, the distance from the oppression of the Sisterhood, but now the silence I so craved is deafening, for so long I never had a moment of silence in my own head, and now I can't stand it, that I have it.

~~DW~~

It seems like hours before the TARDIS doors creak open, and the new Doctor steps through, he's followed by a family, I sit up a little in the chair I was sitting in, tugging at the hem of my T-shirt, the fabric of the once familiar article alien on my skin, after so long wearing clothes quite literally from a different time.

The family looks around in wonder, and I can guess what they see, a room so much larger than the box it's contained in.

One of the children, a young girl, in her late teens by the looks of it, looks over at me, and furrows her eyebrows, "don't I know you?" she asks.

Suddenly my mind puts things together, a young girl, terrified prostrating on the floor of the temple, her mother begging she be sworn in, begging for a post in the Sisterhood. I remember the girl looking to me, fear in her eyes, fear that she wouldn't be good enough. Soon her name flows into my mind followed by rapid fire images, of flames, and the Doctor, and Daleks, "Evelina? Am I right?" I ask, standing up, and smiling gently.

"yes." she says, "and you, you are Sister Amelia." She observes.

"Was. Now it's just Amy, there's no sisterhood anymore," I say softly, absent mindedly rubbing at the eye that is inked into my hand, with whites and blacks, "and honestly, I was never a true sister, I only pretended, I needed to figure some things out." I tell her, sending a look at the Doctor, who I now know was pretending to be this girl's father, "but it seems, I wasn't the only pretender in Pompeii." I say, knowing that in all likelihood, the real Caelcilius was probably long dead, really getting killed in the war, a poor innocent caught in the crossfire of two armies.

The Doctor looked down, hiding his blue eyes from my gaze, but Evelina follows my gaze, and stares at the Doctor, "what does she mean? Where is the man Doctor? You said he would be inside to take us home. Father?"

"Yeah, where's the Doctor? Or are you going to tell them the truth Raggedy Man?" I ask, knowing that it would hurt him, but this wasn't like him, impersonating a dead man. "Or should I?"

"He's here." The Doctor said, looking up, "and he's about to fly us out of here." He says walking to the console, flipping switches, he casts a look at me, "are you okay?" he asks, "This can't have been easy."

"It wasn't." I say then I notice something, now that he's dropped the Roman accent he was attempting, "you're Scottish now?"

He grins, "I guess you had more of an impact on me then you thought Pond."

"What is going on here? Caelcilius? Explain, how can you fly this thing? Where is the man who saved us?" demands his wife.

The Doctor turns to them, "he's right here, I'm the Doctor. The real Caelcilius is still out there, about a year back I took his place on the road home, because I needed to be there. I'm a time traveler, I can change my face, but only when I'm on the brink of death. Last time." He swallows, his hand fluttering up to his neck, as though to straighten his bow tie, "he's still alive, in fact I'm going back for him right now." He says.

"They weren't night terrors then." Said Evelina behind him, "after you returned, I had dreams, they showed me a man. He was so different, he stood in this room, and he." She stopped, "he changed. Then you stood there, you wore his clothes, you stood where he stood."

"No, those were visions, I caused them. That was me, changing from my last form, to this one." He explains, look into Evelina's eyes.

"So you, you are not my husband?" Metella asks, her voice shaking with barely hidden emotion.

"No. I'm the Doctor." He says, his voice soft, and soothing, "I came, because I remember myself being here, I remember convincing myself to save you, to save us."

"And you? Amy? Did you also come, and plant yourself among us, simply because he remembered you?" Evelina asks me, her eyes wide, daring me to challenge her claims, almost begging me to.

"No, but I'm not from his time, I was displaced by a being called a weeping angel, and woke here, it is purely coincidence, me meeting you, finding him." I say pointing at the Doctor, "The only lie I ever told was my being single, and being born in a small village near here." I tell them, "In truth, I only ever lied so that people would accept me." It is true, I only ever told the lies that were necessary to keep mine and Rory's identity, and relationship hidden.

This entire thing got awkward fast, as now Quintus, Evelina, and Metella, avoiding the Doctor's gaze, and in turn avoiding mine, since it was clear that we had already known each other.

"So, any idea when…" Rory starts walking out of the hall drying his hair with a towel, wearing his natural plaid shirt and jeans, "Oh, hello…" he says looking around the room, before looking at me, "Who's the family?" he whispers at me.

I point at the Doctor, as though saying, ask him.

"Hello Rory." The Doctor says looking over at him, "This is Quintus, Metella, and Evelina." He introduces, "Quintus, Metella, Evelina, this is Rory Pond."

"Williams." Both Rory and I correct immediately.

"We go by Williams now, Pond was more of our thing when we traveled." I continue, seeing the Doctor's scandalized look, "It was kind of fairy tale." I conclude, moving to stand by Rory's side.

The Doctor clears his throat, "Right then, this is Amy and Rory Williams." He says waving in our direction, "Now then, I have one more stop to make, then it's off to Rome. When I Rome I suppose is the saying." He says flipping switches on the console, setting us off into the Time Vortex, to find the real Caelcilius, and get you lot away from Pompeii."

I reach down, and grasp Rory's hand tightly, "Geronimo." I say softly, so that the Doctor wouldn't hear. Then we shot off into time and space, with a rush, and a wheezing groan, that I had missed so much in my time away.


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