It's Christmas break, and I'm planning on finishing this story soon. There will most likely be three more chapters, possibly one ore two more then that. I really don't know. I really don't want to see it finish, I fell in love with this story myself. :3 Here's chapter 10!

Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who.

Across the grass, two worlds combined. Farther off, the green grass started to be over run with grass of another color. A hundred miles away, a war raged on. A war that would never be won. Blood stained the already crimson grass on top of a hill in the far distance.

"Owen, with me, now!" Jack yelled as he ran past them. He had never smiled so wide in his life, despite knowing that the fight wasn't over yet. There was a long way to run, and they didn't have much time.

"Don't touch it!" The Doctor suddenly screamed as Amy knelt beside him. "Don't touch it!" He began to struggle and scream. "Don't touch it! The- The Time Lock! I remember! Don't touch it!" Amy leaned over him as he fell silent.

"What's wrong, Doctor?!"

"They can't touch it! They can't! Don't let them touch the grass! The Time Lock-it will, it will..."

"Will what?"

"Shatter. Hell will break lose throughout the universe, you can't let the touch it!"

"There must be a way to save you and keep them inside the Time Lock."

"Yes...yes..." He calmed slightly. "But, I-I don't remember!" He coughed harshly as blood poured onto his hands. He suddenly quieted, looking up at the fiery red-headed girl in shock and horror.

"Doctor, what's wrong? What is it?"

"I-I can't remember... your name." She covered her mouth, trying to stifle the surprised squeal she let out as tears fell. Then, she carefully brushed the hair out of his face as he wimpered. This man was so broken, but she loved him anyways. He was wonderful, and she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him and Rory.

Amy grabbed onto his coat and sobbed into her Doctor, the one who she always went to for help. Now, she needed it desprately, and he could not give her what she needed. Him. Jack had stopped running upon hearing the Doctor's previous screams. He didn't know what to do, no one did. The Doctor lifted his arms and held Amy to his chest. "I love you, Pond." He whispered. "Don't forget that."

"I love you too, raggedy man. Please don't leave me."

"I'm sorry."

"I know."

"Dammit, I'm not going to stand for this!" Jack yelled. "You will not die! Doctor, I have been forced to stand around and watch everyone I love die! I understand you. You have been my only comfort, the only person I knew would be able to be with me as long as I live. You will not die!" He ran towards the destruction, not stopping, despite the Doctor's desprate pleas for him to stop. Owen followed him.

"Jack, no! Please!" Shaking, the Doctor let himself lie back for a moment. He coughed more blood before he turned to Amy. "Why can't I say my name?" He asked plainly.

"I don't know, you never told anyone."

"I can't even remember why I've been hiding it for so long! I'm sure there must be a reason... but why?" He was begging for an answer, but they couldn't give it to him. Jack was about to reach for the grass. His hand stretched out and came in contact with the soft, gentle crimson blades.

He ripped them from the ground and handed them to Owen, who immediantly started running back. The ground shook underneath them, and both had to fight to stay standing. Jack backed up quickly as more and more of the green grass became red. The Doctor just kept asking the same question: Why can't I say my name?

"Hurry Owen, make the cure!" Jack yelled. Owen sprinted towards Amy, Rory, and the Doctor.

Dropping to his knees, he began liquidizing the grass by the Doctor body. He knew he had to work quickly, faster then he ever had.

"All of you are important... I-I can't, I can't remember!" He cried.

"I can't make it fast enough!" Owen said, his own hands trembling under the pressure. Amy sat up, putting the Doctor's weak head on her lap.

"It's okay Doctor, I'm right here."

He coughed again, his arms falling weakly by his side. "Get out of here, now! Leave me here, I'm going to die anyway. It's too late, get in the TARDIS and go!"

"Never. We aren't leaving you." She held his hand.

"I wasn't asking! Go!" His body trembled violently as tears steamed down his cheeks. "I can't remember you, but I know I don't want you hurt. You are all important to me! You have just opened up a war, pouring it into time. No one was ever meant to touch that grass, this is the weak spot, the area where I made the Time Lock. I won't be there to stop it. This is your war now. Run!"

"No, we can't!" Amy pleaded. Gallifrey was coming closer, they had close to no time left. The Doctor suddenly looked at her, his eyes full of guilt. Suddenly, they flashed with insight.

"Why can't I say my name?" He smiled slightly.

"I told you Doctor, I don't know."

"Owen, how much longer do you need?" Jack asked. It was obvious the Doctor didn't have any longer then ten minutes left.

"I don't know, I don't think I can make it in time, and even if I can, it won't have enough time to circulate through his body."

"No, why can't I say my name? Why have I been so afraid of this place? It's because of my name! Yes, that's it! My name! I am the Doctor!" Amy swallowed nervously before speaking.

"If I may ask, since you've been mentioning it so much, Doctor who?" The Doctor's eyes widened. Gallifrey, the lost planet, was closing in on them. He nodded slowly. Owen's hands were moving faster then ever before, and Jack was listening.

Yep, there it is! THE QUESTION!