"So...hang on. You got drunk?" Amy trailed him to the console, arms crossed. "Is that even possible? Can you get drunk?"
"Oh Pond, always so human. Of course I can get drunk! After a while..." He swallowed quietly, offering a small smile to the baby he had relinquished into Rory's arms.
"What do you mean 'after a while'? Do you even drink?" She leaned in next to him, her face cynical.
He glared at her.
"Yes of course I drink! Sometimes, occasionally...No not really! It was more a...one night thing..." He gave another gulp, straightening his bow tie carefully.
"Were you even drunk?" Amy demanded suddenly, her eyes narrowed in suspicion. He glanced at her in alarm and indignation.
"Of course I was! Sort of."
Her mouth fell open in shock, and a chorusing 'What?' came from Rory's direction. He glanced between the two Ponds, letting out an angry huff.
"I was! A little. Not so much drunk as...pleasantly buzzed." There shocked expressions didn't change. "Yes alright, I wasn't drunk! But it wasn't my fault! Do you know how hard it is for a time lord to get properly, properly drunk! So yes I wasn't drunk, I took advantage of Rose Tyler because I loved her and I would never be able to tell her and I was going to lose her! I knew I was going to lose her...just like I lost all of them...are you happy now Amelia Pond?" he wrenched away from her, jerking levers to send the Tardis into the vortex. "And as for you!" he exploded suddenly, addressing the time rotor. "What were you thinking blocking her from my mind and orchestrating that whole thing with Jack Harkness!What was the point?!" the Tardis dinged in a cheerful manner. "Oh well, I'm glad you enjoyed yourself..." He collapsed next to Rory on the jump seat.
Gwyn gurgled quietly, reaching for him from the centurion's lap. The Doctor watched her, reaching out to trail a finger down her cheek, before turning distant eyes on Amy, who remained frozen next to the console. "I loved Rose Tyler..." He smiled softly. "and I'm not sorry."
"They remain in the vortex, we could attack now."
"Silence!" It heaved itself upright, running a hand across It's scarred head. "We will only engage the Doctor on our terms. Everything must be perfect. We cannot afford mistakes...history hangs in the balance."
"Yes sir." He snapped a reluctant salute.
"How are the troops?"
"They're ready. When the time comes, the Doctor will fall."
