River's smile faltered. "What do you mean, 'a baby'?"

"What else? I wake up to someone holding a random baby in my room and I'm not allowed to question where it came from?" Amy suddenly looked around, a little puzzled. "Hang on, this isn't my room. We're still on the TARDIS though, right?"

River was quickly losing her color. "But you know me. You said my name."

"'Course I know you. Although…you're younger than last I saw you, and how'd you get on board the TARDIS again? What in the world did I sleep through?"

"Amy!" The Doctor appeared in the doorway with a blue plaid flannel blanket, looking much relieved to find her awake.

River jumped in before he could say anything else. "Doctor, we have a problem. I think she's lost some of her memory."

"Nonsense. Amy, what's your full name and age?"

"Are we honestly going to do this?"

"Might as well check."

Amy sighed. "Fine. Amelia Jessica Pond, twenty one."

"See, River? Right as rain."

River rolled her eyes. "Amy, who is this?" She asked gently, sitting Ian up.

Amy frowned. "Well how am I supposed to know that? You haven't told me yet."

The Doctor and River exchanged glances. The Doctor sat down beside his wife on the bed, taking her hand in his. "What's the last thing you remember, Amy?"

The girl's face screwed up in concentration. "Something about…Rory. After what happened at the Fountain of Youth. I said goodbye to him, then came back and went to sleep. But this isn't the room I fell asleep in."

"She must have a concussion." The Doctor surmised. He wrapped his other hand around hers and squeezed them. "Listen, Amelia, because this is very important. It's been more than a year since you left Rory. We've been traveling in the TARDIS all that time, and we're—erm—we're married. Have been for a while now."

Amy just gaped at him like he was crazy. "You two are pulling my leg."

"No Amy, we're not," River said.

"Either that or you've lost your minds. Next you'll be telling me that's our child."

River didn't need to say anything; her eyes spoke for her. She held Ian out towards her to take, and he gurgled happily, his stubby little fingers stretching out for his mother.

"Oh no. No way," Amy said, gulping and sliding away.

The Doctor grabbed Amy's left hand and brought it up in front of her eyes. "Look at it, Amy. That mark represents a wedding band. Notice it's identical to mine." His tone was pleading, his desperation increasing. If she couldn't remember what was between them, it would be nearly as bad as losing her altogether.

She was breathing heavily now, her eyes wide, her brain searching for meaning to his words but finding only an empty gap. It frightened her. "No, we couldn't have. You're the Doctor; you're a Time Lord. My imaginary friend," she murmured, her attempt at a smile failing. She tried to pull away.

"Maybe we should let her have a lie-down. See if it all comes back to her later," River suggested.

"By then she might lose her chance to remember at all. What we need is a trigger." Without warning the Doctor pressed Amy to him, his lips diving determinedly for hers. But before he even had a chance to make contact, she shoved him away, causing him to fall off the bed and onto the floor.

"What the devil is wrong with you?" She shouted at him before taking flight from the room. The door slammed shut behind her.

River went around the bed to where the Doctor was sprawled out on the rug, looking as if his hearts had just been brutally torn from his chest. "You should probably go after her. If she does have a concussion, she could suffer a relapse and end up in a coma," she told him.

"But she won't listen to me, let alone allow me near her."

"Well she's going to bloody have to, what with her being—" River cut herself off just in time, but the interrupted comment did not go unnoticed.

"Her being what?" The Doctor jumped to his feet, suddenly alert.

After a brief internal battle, the woman decided her promise to Amy was now void considering the situation. "Well, you see…she's pregnant again, Doctor. And it appears she doesn't even remember that."

The Doctor dropped onto the bed again, looking as if he had just had the wind knocked out of him. "No, not this soon…are you positive?"

"Most certainly. I'm surprised at you, Doctor. Thought you noticed everything."

"Yes, well, I do, just some things, you know…I've been busy."

"Is that the best excuse you can come up with?"

"Pretty much."

"Men really aren't that different no matter what race they're from, are they?" River placed Ian in the Doctor's arms and took a deep breath, steeling herself. "Right, I'm going to go talk to her. Hopefully this is just one of those short term deals."


Amy burst through the door of her old room, seeking a sense of familiarity. Everything was just as she had left it, with the exception of a layer of dust that had not been there last she remembered. She sunk into the wrought-iron bed, waving away the puff of dust that rose off of it, and thought about what the Doctor and River had been told her. Was it possible that it was true, and she had just forgotten it all? And the little boy; was he really hers? The thought of what would have had to take place to bring him into being made her blush. How could she forget something like that?

A movement in her abdomen distracted her. She gasped, stifling a scream, and ran a tentative hand over the bump that had escaped her notice until now. Two diminutive feet kicked heartily in response. Amy's heartbeat quickened.

Just then, there was a knock on the door, and River let herself in. She glanced at the girl, who was now hugging her legs and looking up at her with insecurity shining in her eyes, and couldn't help thinking that she was no more than a child herself. Oh Doctor, why do I let you out, she mused inwardly.

"River, I think I'm pregnant."

"I know. I figured it out not too long before you received that blow to the head."

"It's the Doctor's, isn't it?"

"I would assume so. You two are mighty clingy."

Amy fiddled with a lock of her hair, twisting it anxiously. "Which means he and I…"

"Amy, wouldn't you rather be talking to him about this?"

"No! I mean, I can't. Please don't make me."

"You're going to have to sooner or later. He may be the only way to overcome this amnesia."

Amy fell back onto the pillow. What kind of memories was her brain denying her access to? How could she have gotten so involved with the Doctor to have two children with him? Granted, she had fantasized on several occasions, mostly in her dreams, of them having a more intimate relationship, but in the end he was always her friend, a nine-hundred-year-old alien, and untouchable.

River moved towards the door, preparing to leave. She knew Amy would need time to realize she was right. It wasn't something she could be forced into; if she tried that they might never be able to get back to the mystery of the otherworldly boy who had so vengefully disrupted an ordinary science fair. "Get some rest, sweetie. Your mind's been through enough in one day alone."


So I thought it'd be interesting if Amy forgot about the Doctoror rather part of her life with himfor a spell.

Thanks for reading, please review :)