Sorry that this took a while, but I've been working on my other Eleven/Amy fic so that I can get it done by the end of Series 7 :P In any case, here's the next one! A bit short, but trust me, you'll see some Sherlock/Amy-ness very soon! I just wanted to show what Amy's been doing and blah blah blah.

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Amy sat in the console room waiting for the Doctor to get back. He'd managed to slip out of the redhead's reach when she tried to grab him by the collar of his tweed jacket and keep the Time Lord away from Rory's stag night, but he was quick. He'd been gone for a while, though, and a part of Amy wondered if he'd be long enough so that she could slip away for a moment and find Mels or someone to talk to about what had been happening for the past few weeks while she was on board the TARDIS. Amy almost even thought about going to Sherlock, knowing he was probably staying at the local inn in town. She remembered how excited she'd felt getting the news that he was coming. It must mean that he'd forgiven her, right?

She knew it was stupid not to go to him immediately after things had happened. She should have chased Sherlock right out of the house, or called the next day, or showed up at his door with an apology. Amy knew that she shouldn't have waited so long, or sent that invitation in hopes that Sherlock would see that she really missed him and wanted him to be there for her. Though Mels and Rory were really good friends and all, neither ever really challenged her like Sherlock. While Rory praised her and let Amy walk all over him, Sherlock would put her in her place, just as she did with him. If she was being out of line, he'd tell her, just like he had that day he'd walked out her door.

At first, it was all about pride. Amy didn't want to give in and cave. She didn't want to admit that she was wrong. She was young and headstrong and stubborn and she knew it. But Sherlock was the same way and she really regretted thinking so stupidly. By the time she realized how dumb it was, it was already too late. And Amy had convinced herself that Sherlock wouldn't forgive her anyways. He'd probably already found someone else to help him solve crimes and be his best friend, to find the things that he missed. But Amy had never gotten over him.

Everywhere the Doctor took her, Amy remembered Sherlock and all the lessons he'd given her. The Doctor might just think she was clever because of that crack in her wall, but it was really because of her childhood best friend that taught her to think and see the world in a different way. It was what the Doctor did as well, but in a completely different way. Amy didn't want to admit it, but maybe she kissed the Doctor because he reminded her so much of her Sherly, teasing her, being there for her and her being there for him, helping him see things and vice versa. He was wise and, though appearing strong, the Time Lord was terribly fragile. She didn't kiss the Doctor because she loved him and wanted to be with him. She kissed him because he was the closest thing she had to what she really wanted. She'd thought about it when she couldn't open her eyes, what she really wanted. Amy would never tell anyone, but it wasn't the Doctor she was thinking about with her eyes closed, wandering in the forest of Weeping Angels. It was Sherlock. It was always Sherlock.

Without him in Amy's life, she would never have drawn the lines of similarity between the Doctor and the Star Whale, ultimately saving the day on her very first trip in time and space. Without Sherlock, Amy never would have noticed the blimp on the map of the Weeping Angels either, stopping the image and saving her from getting her neck snapped by a statue. Everywhere she went, Amy thought about what Sherlock would say if he were there. Of course, she remembered when they were little and he said that London would be the only place for him, but still… She knew he would be just the tiniest bit excited to meet Winston Churchill. And he'd be way more helpful on these trips than her.

Amy walked to the TARDIS door, slow and a bit unsure of what she was doing. She knew she had feelings for Sherlock still, but she was getting married to Rory in the morning. He was on his way to her right now if the Doctor's plan to get her fiancé worked out. Amy had to remind herself that loving Sherlock was hopeless. He couldn't have feelings for people like that. He could barely handle a friendship as close as theirs. But would Amy be able to get married when the Doctor dropped her off? Would she be able to walk down that aisle, right past that man with his stupid, black curls and cat-like blue eyes and get married to a man that everyone knew Amy was settling on? Rory was her best friend, but even he, deep down, knew that he was second best. He just didn't know who to.

Right as she reached the door, a man in a bow tie walked in with a smile on his face, but Amy could tell something was slightly wrong by the look in his eyes. He'd done something she wasn't going to be pleased with. Following him was an irritated looking Rory, his arms crossed over his black vest and staring down at Amy's feet as he walked in. Recognizing the boots, his gaze panned up her body and to her face. She inhaled sharply at the betrayal and hurt in those green irises.

"He told you… Everything, didn't he?" she asked hesitantly. Rory didn't even need to respond and he chose not to. He just went up to the console, Amy following meekly behind. She had never seen Rory this angry with her and knew it was because she'd hit a soft nerve with him by kissing the Doctor. He'd always been insecure about the Time Lord and what she felt for him. Amy didn't really blame him, though. She did make him dress up so many times… But it wasn't like that. At all. Sure, he had some great traits to him, but the man wore a bow tie for goodness sake! And Amy wouldn't deny that she'd sort of held onto that childhood crush she'd had growing up, but after finding out about River, Amy knew that they wouldn't ever work out. That thing in the bedroom was just supposed to be a… A quick thing. It wasn't supposed to mean anything. It was just to prove to herself that she still had control of her life, that she could get out of marrying Rory if she really wanted to. It was to get her mind off a certain consulting detective, even though for a second, she pretended it was him she was kissing instead of the Doctor. He was great and all, but it sure as hell didn't beat that kiss in the bar on Sherlock's birthday.

Amy walked up to the Doctor, glaring and he shrugged, giving her an apologetic smile. "It sort of just slipped out," he said sheepishly, "One minute, I'm in a paper cake, the next I'm being stared down by everyone at the stag part-"

"You told everyone at his stag party?" she cried, interrupting him. That was going to go great when she saw Rory's friends and male family members next. This was just going perfect with her delusional kissogram image Amy had made of herself.

"Again, it slipped out!" The Doctor started entering coordinates, averting Amy's gaze. "Now, any ideas?"

"Oh, I can give you a few of my ideas, Doctor," Amy growled. There was no way she was going to let him get away with this.

"Open space, it is! Rory, I'd hold on if I were you. It gets a bit wibbly in here," the Time Lord advised.

"Yeah," Amy shot back, "Because someone leaves the brakes on!"

"It's better with the brakes on! I like the noise! It's a nice noise!" The Doctor pulled the lever that would send them off to drift until he could figure out a way out of the mess he'd made. It'd only gotten worse bringing Rory aboard, but he really couldn't blame anyone but his big mouth for that one.

For a moment, Amy thought she heard something. But… It couldn't be what she thought it was. It sounded like someone was calling her name, like someone wanted her to stop and open the door and see them. It sounded like… Well… It sounded like Sherlock Holmes was banging on that door… But… It couldn't be…