Let's Kill Hitler

The Professor and the Doctor stood, leaning against the TARDIS, in the middle of a giant crop circle, watching as an old orange car sped towards them through the cornfield, before stopping at the edge of their circle. The Professor sighed and straightened the collar on the Doctor's new, long, three-quarters length, coat.

The Doctor waited till Amy and Rory got out of the car before holding up an old newspaper titled 'Leadworth's Crop Circles' and pointed at it, "Seriously?" they had spelled out Doctor in cursive in the cornfield.

"Well you never answer your phone," Rory remarked.

"Blame him," the Professor stepped up, "He was trying to 'fix' the console and ended up cutting the cord to the answer phone, we haven't gotten any calls in nearly three months."

"You've had all summer," Amy walked over to them with Rory, "Have you found her? Have you found Melody?"

"Permission?" the Doctor looked at Rory as he handed him the newspaper.

"Granted," Rory sighed, walking off.

The Doctor and Professor hugged her tightly, "You know who she grows up to be," she whispered in Amy's ear.

"So you know, we WILL find her," the Doctor agreed.

Amy pulled away a bit, "But you haven't yet."

"Hang on, what's this bit?" Rory called. They walked over to see a line cutting straight through the writing towards the circle the TARDIS had created in the second O.

"That wasn't us."

The Doctor snatched the paper and looked at it, holding it up as he moved around, trying to find the right direction, "Uh…no I don't…"

"Left," the Professor called

He turned to the left and stopped, the three gathering around him, only to hear an engine approaching. The Doctor lowered the paper to see a bright red sports car heading towards them. They gave a shout and dove to the sides, Amy and Rory one way, the Doctor and Professor the other. The car swerved, skidding to a stop just a few inches away from the corner of the TARDIS. A lovely black woman around Amy and Rory's age stepped out, in black boots, tights, and leather vest with a black and pink dress, looking down at them, "You said they were funny. You never said he was hot."

"Mels!" Rory got up, heading over to the woman with Amy.

"What are you doing here?" Amy asked.

"Following you," she replied, "What'd you think?"

The Doctor moved to pop up when a hand appeared in his face. He looked up to see the Professor already on her feet and took it, the woman helping him up.

"Um, where did you get the car?" Rory pointed at it.

"It's mine…" Mels replied…when sirens echoed to them, "Ish."

The Professor had to smile at that, "Been there before," the Doctor nodded, he couldn't really complain either, the TARDIS being right behind them…stolen as well.

"Oh Mels not again," Amy groaned.

"You can't keep doing this, you're going to end up in prison," Rory added.

"And there," the Professor nodded. The Doctor looked at her, slightly shocked.

'When was that?' he whispered to her in her mind.

She gave him a grin, 'Remember when we wanted to try and get some practice in with a TARDIS before the exams?'

'Yes, but…you said…' his eyes widened.

They'd nearly gotten caught on their way back as they parked the TARDIS they'd 'borrowed,' she'd told him to run one way as she went the other. Apparently though, he now realized, she'd gotten caught. So that was why she'd been late to class the next day. He shook his head, feeling slightly guilty about her getting in trouble when it had been his idea in the first place.

The Professor nudged him a bit, 'It was worth it though,' she grinned so widely and he couldn't help but return it.

He shook his head and looked over to the girl, Mels. They still had no idea who she was or why she'd stolen a car though, so he decided to cut into her reunion, "Sorry!" he looked at Mels, "Hello," and back to Amy, "Doctor not following this, Doctor very lost. You never said I was hot?"

The Professor rolled her eyes, "Of course, he focuses on the hot part and not the funny bit."

"Well," he looked at her, "I'm hoping for a chance to be very clever, very soon, in which case I will be very hot so it stands to reason that it would be more relevant than being funny yes?"

The Professor looked at him, slightly impressed, "Using logic against me hmm?" he grinned, especially when she draped her arms around his neck, giving him a little peck, "I'll make a decent soldier out of you yet."

"Is that the phone box?" Mels cut in, pointing at the TARDIS behind them, "The bigger-on-the-inside phone box?" the Doctor pointed at her, confused, as Mels stepped beside them and looked at it, "Oh, time travel," she turned to lean on it, "That is just brilliant!" the Doctor and Professor moved to the corner, facing her as she looked at them, the Professor with her back resting against the Doctor's chest as he wound an arm around her waist, "Yeah, I've heard a lot about you two. I'm their best mate."

"Then why don't we know you?" he asked, "I danced with everyone at the wedding."

"As much as I begged him not to," the Professor remarked.

"The women were all brilliant, the men were a bit shy," he continued, ignoring her, "And, as always, you," he looked at her, "Were fantastic," he quickly pecked her on the temple, making her smile.

"I don't do weddings," Mels turned and walked a few feet away, stopping when the sirens started up again, "And that's me, out of time," she turned and aimed a gun at the Doctor, only for the Professor to step up, more in front of him and aim her own blaster in return, just as quickly.

"Mels!" Amy gasped.

"For God's sake…" Rory shook his head.

"What are you doing?"

"I need out of here now," Mels replied, her eyes carefully trained on the Professor, Amy had mentioned the woman wore a gun on her belt…

"Anywhere in particular?" the Doctor asked, putting a hand on the Professor's shoulder, trying to get her to relax. He didn't think she would actually shoot the woman before them, however, if the woman fired first…especially at him...he knew she wouldn't hesitate to return fire. Not that he could really blame her, what happened at Demons Run had been enough proof to him that he wouldn't hesitate to do whatever it took to protect her.

'I feel the same,' she whispered to him in his mind, stepping back to rest against him, though not lowering her blaster in the slightest.

"Let's see…you've got a time machine," Mels smirked, "And the two of us have got guns. What the hell, let's kill Hitler!"

~8~

The Professor and the Doctor were frantically piloting the TARDIS when a shot rang out and everything erupted into mass chaos. Steam shot out from the hole now in the rotor as the lights turned red and gas invaded the room.

"You shot it!" the Professor gagged as she pulled a lever, trying to cut off the gas while the Doctor examined the bullet hole.

"You shot my TARDIS!"

"Our TARDIS," the Professor corrected, she'd noticed when the Doctor got upset or found himself in an upsetting situation, he tended to slip up and call the TARDIS 'his.'

'Oh I call more than just the TARDIS mine,' he reminded her, making her blush, not that anyone could notice with the red lights.

'Possessive eh?' she asked.

He turned, about to answer, when he caught sight of Mels trying to hold onto the railing by the steps, Amy and Rory struggling to use the console for support, perhaps an injured and shot TARDIS wasn't the best place to be flirting, they really would have to start working on restraining themselves a bit more, work on their self control.

'You?' the Professor spoke to him again, 'Have self control? Ha! You're like a child in a sweet shop. If I didn't stop you half the time you'd over eat on Jelly Babies and end up in a sugar induced coma...again!'

'That only happened once!' he whined. She gave him a pointed look, 'Alright, alright, three times! But they're SO good Kata!'

'You and your sweets,' she rolled her eyes.

He just moved closer to her, a small smirk on his face, 'They aren't the only sweet thing I like,' he gave her a look, his gaze dropping to her lips a moment, making her blush even more and him grin. Kissing her was truly better than any sugar rush he'd ever had.

"Doctor!" Amy shouted as the TARDIS jolted.

He winced, shaking his head, this really wasn't the best time, and turned to Mels, "You shot the console!"

"It's her fault!" Mels yelled to him, nodding at the Professor

"How's it HER fault?"

"She said guns didn't work in this place. She said we're in a state of temporal grace!"

The Doctor rolled his eyes and moved back to the console, "Oh that was a clever lie you idiot. Anyone could tell that was a clever lie."

"Hang on!" the Professor shouted as they TARDIS began to spin crazily. There was a jolt and she watched as they crashed through a window on the monitor and ended up half buried in the wall at the side of a room, "Out!" she shouted, tossing the Doctor a hanky to cover his nose and mouth with, "Move!"

They started ushering the three others out of the box, "Out, out, out!" the Doctor pushed the door open and stepped out, "Everybody out!" Rory, Amy, and Mels ran out, the Professor last, "Don't breathe the smoke just get out."

"Where are we?" Amy groaned.

"A room," the Doctor replied as the Professor froze and looked around at all the swastikas on the walls.

"What room?" Rory asked.

"I don't know what room, I haven't memorized every room in the Universe yet. I had yesterday off…"

"Mels!" the Professor pushed her away from the TARDIS door, taking the gun from her as well, "Don't go in there!"

"Oi!" Mels glared as the gun was wrenched away from her.

"Don't breathe the bad, bad smoke," the Doctor agreed with her, "Bad, deadly smoke," he looked at Mels angrily, "Because somebody shot my TARDIS!"

"Our TARDIS," the Professor reminded him as Mels walked off in a huff.

"Doctor, Professor," Rory called from where he was kneeling beside an older man in glasses lying on the floor, stiff as a board, "This guy, I think he's hurt…" Amy knelt down beside him as the Doctor and Professor looked over, "No wait, hold on," he leaned forward, "He's fine."

The Professor turned and, with a subtle glance at the Doctor, slipped the clip out of the gun and tossed it to him, pocketing the clip. He nodded, putting the gun in a fruit bowl on the desk in the back of the room.

"Oh!" the Doctor's eyes widened as a man behind the desk stood up, "Hello! Sorry is this your office?" Amy and Rory stood up as well, "Had a sort of collision with my vehicle. Faults on both sides, let's say no more about…" and the man turned around to reveal himself to be none other than Adolf Hitler, "…it…"

Amy and Rory stepped up to their sides, stunned, "Is that…" Amy breathed, "No, it can't be. Doctor…"

"Thank you, whoever you are," Hitler turned to them, "I think you have just saved my life."

"…believe me, it was an accident," the Doctor told him.

"What is this thing?" Hitler asked, spotting the TARDIS and walking over to it.

"What did he mean we just saved his life?" Amy moved in front of the Doctor and Professor with Rory, "We cannot have just saved Hitler."

"Technically it's 1938," the Professor remarked, looking around, "He's not meant to die for another seven years."

The Doctor turned and stormed over toward Mels, "You see! You see, time travel. It never goes to plan," Mels just rolled her eyes.

"This box, what is it?" Hitler asked.

"It's a police telephone box from London, England," he turned around and walked towards him, "That's right Adolf, the British are coming."

Hitler's eyes widened, seeing the man on the ground stand, "No!" he cried, "Stop him!" he pulled his pistol and fired at the man, the Professor half tackling, half shoving the Doctor out of the way as Rory moved to punch Hitler, grabbing the gun, and aiming it at him instead.

"Sit still," he cocked it as Hitler put his hands up, "Shut up."

"Are you ok?" Amy ran to the man's side, helping him.

"Yes, yes I'm fine," he replied, "I think he missed."

"He was going to kill me!" Hitler shouted.

"Shut up Hitler!" Rory snapped.

"Rory take Hitler and put him in that cupboard over there," the Professor turned to Rory.

"Now," the Doctor agreed when Rory hesitated, "Do it."

"Right…" he nodded, "Putting Hitler in the cupboard…" he hauled Hitler up and dragged him a few feet away to a cupboard, muttering all the while, "Cupboard, Hitler. Hitler, cupboard…"

"But I am the fuhrer!" Hitler exclaimed.

"Right, in you go," he shoved him in.

"Who are you?" Hitler shouted but Rory simply shut the door in his face before turning to drop the gun on a chair nearby.

"Are you ok?" the Doctor asked as he and the Professor closely examined the Nazi who had been shot at.

"Oh…" the man began, "I…" and then he fainted backwards, right onto the ground. Amy gasped and knelt beside him, checking him, while the Doctor, Professor, and Rory looked on.

"I think he just fainted," Rory commented.

"Yes that was a faint," the Doctor agreed, "Perfect faint."

The Professor leaned over and looked at the man, "Yes, but was it a faint or feint?" she wondered aloud.

Amy sighed and stood up, glancing past the Doctor when Mels caught her eye, "Mels?"

They looked back to see the woman clutching her side, "Hitler…"

"What about him?" the Doctor asked.

"Lousy shot," she breathed before collapsing onto the ground.

"Mels?" Amy ran over, "Mels!"

"Rory!" the Doctor shouted as they ran as well, all coming to kneel around the woman. Amy on her left, Rory on her right, the Doctor before her while the Professor leaned over between him and Amy.

"No, no, no, no, no, we've got to stop the bleeding," Rory checked her wound.

"How bad is it?" Amy looked at Rory, "Rory what can we do?"

"Just keep her conscious. Stay with us Mels."

"Hey, look at me," the Doctor tried to distract her, "Just hold on."

"I used to dream about you…all those stories Amy used to tell me," Mels admitted, "Of the two of you and that box."

"What stories? Tell me what stories. Vampires in Venice, that's a belter."

"When I was little. I was gonna marry you."

He gave her a sad smile, "Sorry, bit late."

She laughed a little, "I noticed," she glanced at his hand with the wedding ring on it, "Besides, don't really do weddings, all that pomp and traditions, like asking my parents' permission…"

"Mels," Amy began sadly, knowing Mels parents had died when she was little and she lived with guardians when they were younger.

"Amy," Mels smiled at her, "My parents didn't die…"

"What?"

"They're both right here," the Professor said softly from behind them.

The Doctor looked at her sharply, 'What?'

'The core strand of baby Melody's Time Lord DNA,' she began quietly to him, 'The core strand of our DNA, the strand that is conducive only to us, to the set of our parents DNA that produced our original selves…'

'What about it?'

'With a human, it's not a random pick of DNA from their previous regenerations, it's just their two sets,' she glanced at Mels, 'Amy and Rory.'

He looked between Amy and Rory, stunned, and then back at Mels, his eyes wide.

"Penny in the air," Mels smirked, her hands starting to glow, "Penny drops."

The Doctor backed away.

"What the hell is going on?" Rory asked.

"Get back," the Professor grabbed his arm and pulled him away, tugging Amy as well as the Doctor was still shocked.

Mels stood and looked at her hands, "Last time I did this I ended up a toddler in the middle of New York…" she backed up to the center of the room.

"Ok, Doctor, Professor, explain what is happening," Amy looked at them, "Please!"

"Mels," the Doctor began, snapping himself out of it, "Short for…"

"Melody," Mels nodded.

"Yeah, I named my daughter after her…" Amy nodded.

"You named your daughter…after your daughter," the Doctor explained as Rory looked at them, shocked.

"It took me years to find you two," Mels smiled at them, "But I'm so glad I did. And you see. It all worked out in the end didn't it? You got to raise me after all."

"You're Melody?" Amy breathed.

"But…if she's Melody that means that she's also…" Rory began.

"Oh shut up dad," Mels cut in, "I'm focusing on a dress size…" she threw her arms and head back with a scream, regenerating. The Doctor pulled Rory and Amy back, ducking down by the desk while the Professor made a break for the chair by the cupboard.

Mels shook violently, not really focusing on a dress size, but more of a desire to prove to her parents that she was their daughter, to look like them, as a normal child would have...and soon enough, with a gasp, River Song stood before them, "Oh, right," she breathed, not even noticing the Professor skid to the ground by Amy, "Let's see then…" she began to pat herself down, examining herself, "Oh, it's all going on down there isn't it?" they started to get up, "Hair!" she felt her hair, "The hair!" and ran to a mirror by the cupboard to look for herself, "It just doesn't stop does it? Look at that! Everything changes! Oh, but I love it! I love it!" she spun around to face them, "I'm all sort of…mature…" she put her leg on a fallen table, "Hello Benjamin!"

The Doctor shook his head, whispering to them, "Who's Benjamin?"

Melody clicked her teeth, "The teeth!" she spun around, feeling them with her fingers, "The teeth! The teeth! Oh!" she turned and ran towards them, "Oh, look at them!" she pushed the Doctor back onto the desk, standing in between his legs as the Professor moved to his side, "Watch out that bow tie!" she spun around to her parents, "Excuse me you lot, I need to weigh myself!" and ran off out a side door.

Slowly they turned and moved to sit on the desk, Amy and Rory on either side of the Doctor as the Professor walked behind the desk, looking at the room some more.

"That's…Melody…" Amy shook her head.

"That's River Song," Rory breathed.

Melody appeared in the doorway, her hand on her hip, "Who's River Song?"

They all looked over at her, when the Doctor offered, "…spoilers?"

"Spoilers? What's spoilers?" she felt her bum, "Hang on, just something I have to check…" and ran out of the room again.

"Does anybody else find this day just a bit difficult?" Rory asked, "I'm getting this sort of banging in my head…"

"Yeah, I think that's Hitler in the cupboard," Amy remarked.

"That's not helping."

"This isn't the River Song we know yet," the Professor said, walking around the desk and moving to the center of the room where the Doctor came to join her, Amy and Rory following, "This is her right at the start…" she looked at the Doctor meaningfully.

He nodded, "Doesn't even know her name…"

"OH!" Melody called, "That's magnificent!" they turned around slowly to see her appear in the doorway again, "I'm gonna wear lots of jumpers!"she eyed them a moment, "Well now, enough of all that," she whipped out Hitler's revolver and aimed it at the Doctor and Professor, who had yet to pull out her blaster for some reason, "Down to business."

"Oh, hello, I thought you wanted to marry me?" the Doctor asked her calmly as Amy and Rory took an instinctive step back, the Professor just standing beside him, eyeing Melody.

Melody walked closer, "I told you, I'm not a wedding person."

"Doctor what's she doing?" Rory asked.

"What she's programmed to," the Professor replied carefully.

"But where'd she get the gun?"

"Hello Benjamin."

The Doctor glanced over at the chair where the revolver had been sitting, where River had examined herself.

"You noticed," Melody nodded, "Of course you would, pity," she quickly tried to fire but nothing came out.

"You really think I didn't pull my blaster for no reason?" the Professor asked her, "Honestly Melody, your parentage means nothing to me, I wouldn't hesitate to kill Amy or Rory if they tried to hurt the Doctor," she glanced back at them, "No offense."

"None taken," Rory nodded, understanding what it felt like to want to protect your spouse from danger, Amy nodded as well.

"I emptied the revolver as you were regenerating. As soon as I knew you were coming, and I KNEW you were coming."

Melody glared at her, "How?"

"The core strand of a Time Lord's DNA is us, that combination specific to our parents and the combination of their regenerative DNA that produces our original selves, humans only have one set, I scanned you when I grabbed the gun from you, caught it, knew who you were," she walked towards her, "I tidied up a bit."

Melody dropped the gun, "I know you did," she grabbed the gun she'd nicked from the fruit bowl out of her vest and aimed it at her.

"I know you know," she smirked down at the banana in Melody's hand, "Really? Complimenting his bow tie? That was a dead giveaway, you need to work on your divertive tactics, what would the Silence think about that?"

Melody's jaw tensed, "Goodness…is killing you going to take all day?" she tossed the banana at them, using that as a distraction to turn and look at the desk, grabbing a letter opener subtly.

"Why?" the Doctor asked, finding the Professor constantly one-upping the woman highly amusing, "You busy?"

"Oh, I'm not complaining," she turned, trying to slash them with the opener but the Professor had already had her blaster out and aimed, firing at the metal with enough force to knock it out of Melody's hands.

"If you were in a hurry you could have killed us in the cornfield," the Professor remarked, blowing on the end of her blaster and putting it away, "Always take your shot," she remarked, as though reciting a lesson, "Never hesitate."

"We'd only just met! I'm a psychopath," she turned back to the fruit bowl as they walked back towards Amy and Rory, "Not rude," she grabbed the actual gun this time and spun around firing at them. Amy and Rory ducked down as the Professor turned and held up the clip.

"Melody," the Professor shook her head, "Do you really think I'd let them teach you what I know?" she sighed, "I held back, quite a lot, thank you very much."

Melody's eyes widened at that. She'd been told that everything she'd learned, from weapons to combat had been from research on the Professor during her time in captivity. But here was the woman herself saying that she'd basically given them nothing. No matter what she did, the Professor, who was always a step ahead, would now and forever be two steps ahead because she'd ensured the Silence would raise their own weapon one step behind.

"You are not a psychopath!" Amy walked to their side, "Why would she be a psychopath?"

"Oh, mummy, mummy pay attention," Melody walked forward, circling the room with the Doctor and Professor, "I was trained and conditioned for one purpose. I was born to kill the Doctor and Professor."

The Professor looked at Amy, "Demons Run."

"This is what they were building," the Doctor nodded, turning to face Melody, "Our bespoke psychopath."

Melody smirked, "I'm all yours sweetie," and moved to kiss him.

The Professor just pulled him back, "Poison of the Judas Tree," she smirked as Melody's eyes widened, shocked, "I can smell that a mile away," she crinkled her nose, the Doctor laughing and kissing her nose quickly. The Professor smiled at him and snatched the hanky she'd tossed him from his pocket, reaching out to wipe Melody's lips, "Oh Melody, Melody, Melody, you need to work on your assassination techniques as well, take it from a professional."

The Doctor tensed just a bit at the words, the war had really been hell on Gallifrey. Some Academics, the more promising ones, were sent out to different planets, to those who seemed sympathetic to the Daleks or who were just natrual enemies of the Time Lords, and were to take out the leaders of the planets, quietly, subtly…assassinations.

"Oh sweetums, I've got plenty of tricks up my sleeves," Melody tried to play off her concern.

This was another advantage the Professor had given herself, she was realizing, all the footage from Demons Run before the Doctor had arrived had portrayed the Professor fighting, but barely making it out alive. She had surpassed human standards of fighting and endurance, and with the little that was known about exactly what the Professor's best efforts had been, they had assumed her fighting there was her at her best. What reason did she have not to fight as hard as she could? And there in lay the genius. The Professor had given them a false estimate of her abilities, leading them to believe her best was what they'd seen when in reality it was far from it. It had made her overconfident, she realized now, made her think she might be able to one-up the woman...all that they had learned about the Professor had left them believing they knew her when, in fact, they were underestimating her true potential...

The Doctor took the Professor's hand, "And only River Song gets to call us that."

"And who's River Song?" Melody looked up, shaking herself from her thoughts. Knowing what she knew now, she would have to be on her guard. There was only one more trick she could use before she'd have to retreat.

"An old friend of ours."

"Stupid name," she turned and walked to the window, looking out, "Oh! Look at that! Berlin on the eve of war…" the Professor frowned, the sudden shift in focus and subject...it was a distractive tactic, she was planning something, "A whole world about to tear itself apart," she turned to them, "Now that's my kind of town."

"What are you planning Melody?" the Professor asked her, eyeing her carefully, tensing, ready. Melody just reached into her boot and pulled out a small gun that looked like a dart gun and aimed it right at the Professor, "Oh, are we testing my reflexes now?"

"Well…" Melody began slowly, "I've seen your reflexes," even at her worst she knew the dart gun would be useless against the Professor, "I know you're too fast for this dart to hit you…" the Professor frowned, sensing something, "So…how fast is he?" she turned the gun on the Doctor and fired.

But, as she had said only moments ago, the Professor really was too fast…she dove in the way of the dart, getting hit in the neck instead of the Doctor. Melody smirked, obviously having expected that.

The Professor pulled the dart out of her neck and glared at Melody, already feeling the Judas Tree's poison in her system.

"And now the deed is done," Melody smiled, "And so are you."

The Professor grabbed her neck with one hand, clutching her chest with the other, and screwing her eyes shut to try and find the poison, control her body to isolate it for now, "What was that?" Amy asked as she and Rory ran to her side.

"What have you done?" the Doctor looked at Melody, glaring, "River…"

"Oh, River, River, River…more than a friend I think…" Melody smirked.

"What have you done?" he shouted as the Professor nearly collapsed.

"It was never going to be a gun for either of you Doctor. The man of peace and the woman of war," she smirked at the Professor, "Who understands every kind of warfare even the cruelest."

The Doctor looked down, realizing the Professor knew that Melody was going to fire at him, knew that the dart was full of some sort of poison, and had jumped in its path anyway.

'Of course I did,' the Professor's voice came to him, strained even in his mind, 'I will never let anything hurt you Theta, not if I have the ability to stop it.'

He turned to glare at Melody but she just blew them a kiss and hopped down out of the window.

"What's wrong with you?" Rory asked the Professor, "What has she done to you?"

"The poison of the Judas Tree," she ground out, wincing, "She's poisoned me, but...I'm fine."

"You're dying!" the Doctor felt his hearts freeze. The Professor never lied to him about how she was doing unless it was really bad.

"But, unlike you, I've got a plan. Thinking fast, that's me."

"What plan?"

"Not dying," she managed to joke.

"Ok, what do we do?" Rory asked as the Professor tried to push herself up, "How do we help you?"

The Professor reached into the Doctor's jacket and pulled out the sonic, handing it to Amy, "Take this, the TARDIS can home in on it," and then ushered Rory out, "Now go, get after her."

Rory nodded, trusting the Professor's plan, and ran to the window as Amy moved to help the Doctor support her to the TARDIS, "You said the smoke was deadly!" Amy reminded them.

"The poison will kill me first," the Professor struggled.

"Now get after River!" the Doctor pushed Amy away.

"Melody," the Professor corrected, "Not River yet."

"I don't understand ok," Amy looked at the Doctor, "One minute she's gonna marry you and then she's gonna kill the Professor…" she shook her head.

"Ah well, she's been brainwashed, it makes sense to her, plus she's a woman," the Doctor shrugged.

"Oh, shut up," the Professor groaned, pushing herself into the TARDIS and yanking the Doctor in after her, before shutting the door on Amy, "Extractor fans on!"

The fans started up and the smoke cleared, "Oh!" the Doctor looked around, surprised, "That works?"

"Later," the Professor groaned, "Help me sit."

He put an arm around her and led her over to the console floor, setting her down gently and sitting behind her to stabilize her, "Ok, you're shutting down…going to need an interface…"

"Voice interface," the Professor called out, she was in too much pain to really think right now. She just needed someone to analyze the poison, think for her so she could have just a moment free from the pain to truly focus on blocking out the poison.

"Come on," the Doctor shouted, it was wasting time, "Emergency!"

A hologram of the Professor appeared, "No, no, someone else!" it shifted to Donna, "Oh, guilt, wonderful," and then to Martha, "And more guilt," and then to Rose, "Let me see someone I like!" the hologram shifted to the Doctor.

"No, no. Not me."

It started to shift to Amy when the Professor shook her head, "No, go back to him," and it shifted back to the Doctor.

"Kata…"

"I'm dying Theta and if that is the last face I get to see…" she smiled at him, "What a way to go, eh?"

He shook his head but let the hologram remain.

"Voice interface enabled," his holographic self said.

The Professor laughed, "Technobabble, that's you alright."

"I am not the Doctor, I am a voice interface."

"I know."

"I am not the Doctor, I am a voice interface."

"And not listening, exactly you," she shook her head, "So, poison from the Judas Tree, I've got what? 30 minutes? 31 minutes?"

"Your system has been contaminated by the poison of the Judas Tree. You will be dead in 32 minutes."

She gripped her neck as the Doctor tightened his hold around her, "Ok, so, basically, better regenerate that's what you're saying?" he asked.

"Can't," she groaned.

"Regeneration disabled," the interface agreed, "She will be dead in 32 minutes."

"Unless she's cured yeah?" he asked, hopeful.

"None," she stated.

"There is no cure. She will be dead in 32 minutes."

"Why do you keep saying that?" he looked between both of them, annoyed that they both seemed to accept the fact that she was dying and there wasn't anything he could do.

"Because it's true."

"Because she will be dead in 32 minutes."

"Ha, ha, but there you see, basically skipping 31 whole minutes where you're absolutely fine," he looked at her.

She nodded, "If I can isolate the poison, I might be able to hold the effects off for just a little. I…"

"Will be fine for 31 minutes," the interface, finished her sentence, "You will be dead in 32 minutes."

"Ok…now that was spooky," she looked at the Doctor, "He's starting to act like you."

The Doctor shook his head, "River needs us," he looked at her, "She's only just beginning. You can't die now."

"I will not die now…" she said at the same time as the hologram stated, "She will not die now."

"She will be dead in 32 minute," it finished.

The Professor screamed and grabbed her chest, curling up in his arms, "Professor!"

She groaned, "Doctor…" she breathed as he squeezed her tightly, the hologram speaking again.

"I am not the Doctor I am a voice interface."

"I get it."

"I am not the Doctor I am a voice interface."

"I know!"

"I am not the Doctor I am a voice interfa…"

She kicked the bottom of the console, cutting off the hologram.

"And you tell me not to hit the console," he remarked softly, brushing some hair from her face.

"I'm dying," she shrugged, "I've got an excuse."

"What do we do?"

She groaned a moment, scrunching her eyes shut, "I'm going to try and block the poison, contain it inside me for as long as I can and hope it sticks."

"What can I do?"

"Just…get the TARDIS to find Melody, we need to help her…that training…" she swallowed hard, empathizing, "It's not her fault."

He nodded, kissing her forehead before getting up and pulling a lever, sending the TARDIS flying.

~8~

The Doctor and Professor silently piloted the TARDIS to the location the sonic was signaling them from, some sort of restaurant. They set down, looking out at the monitor to see Melody, standing before a mirror, trying on various clothes while Amy, standing far too stiffly and emotionless to really be her, was behind her.

"You killed the Professor," Amy stated.

"Oh, yes, I know dear," Melody replied, "I hope you're not going to keep on about it," she put on a captain's hat, "Oh, regeneration. It's a whole new coloring to work with," only to take it off and primp her hair a bit.

Amy moved to stand before the mirror and look at her, "You killed the Professor on the orders of the movement known as the Silence and Academy of the Question. You accept and know this to be true?"

The Doctor and Professor exchanged a look at that before quickly making their way out of the TARDIS as Melody spoke again, "Quite honestly I don't really remember. It was all a bit of a jumble," suddenly Amy shoved the mirror away and shot a beam of light out of her mouth, striking Melody, making her stumble back in pain, "No! Get off me!"

"Sorry," the Professor called. Amy stopped and turned to face them as Melody looked on, stunned, "Did you say she killed the Professor?"

The Doctor looked up from where they were leaning against the TARDIS, "The Professor? Professor of what?"

Melody stared at them, at the Professor, "You're dying…and you stopped to change?"

And indeed they had. The Doctor was now dressed in his black suit with a top hat and cane, much like what he wore to Amy's wedding, though without the white effects, while the Professor was dressed in black pants but with a blue shirt and black vest.

The Doctor turned and played with his cane a bit, "Oh you should always waste time when you don't have any. Time is not the boss of you..." he smiled at the Professor, trying his hardest to pretend everything would be alright, "Though the Professor is."

"Rule 408," the Professor nodded as they made their way to Amy. She reached out and touched Amy's cheek a moment.

"Amelia Pond," the Doctor looked at her as well, "Judgment death machine. Why am I not surprised?" he popped open the top of his cane to reveal a sonic end, "Sonic cane."

"Are you serious?" Melody gaped.

"Never knowingly," the Professor replied, still eyeing Amy, "Never knowingly be serious."

"Rule 27," the Doctor agreed, glancing at Melody, "You might want to write these down," and then returned his attention to the Professor, holding up the cane, "Need this?"

She just gave him a look, "It's a robot containing 423 life signs inside."

His eyes widened, "A robot worked by tiny people?" she nodded and he beamed, "Love it!" he laughed a moment, "But how did they all get in there though? Bigger on the inside?"

"Basic miniaturization sustained by compression field. Slightly more advanced than those used by the Slitheen."

"Oh," he grimaced at the thought of the aliens, "Watch what you eat, it'll get you every time."

"Then you should lay off the nuts dear," she nudged him.

He just grinned at her, "You love it."

"That I do," she admitted softly before glancing at the robot, "Amy, if you and Rory are ok," she took the Doctor's cane and held it up pointedly at the robot's eyes, figuring that would be where they'd be able to see her from, "Signal us."

A moment later the cane beeped and the Doctor took it back, "Thanking you!" he checked the cane.

The Professor let out a small grunt and grabbed her left leg quickly, balancing somewhat shakily on her right leg as she grabbed her left one. The Doctor turned to her, quickly putting an arm around her waist for her to rest her right arm on his shoulder, helping her balance. He frowned, not needing to scan her to tell what was happening. Her training had allowed her to isolate the poison and contain it in her system, basically making the effects unnoticeable, the pain blocked out. But it would barely last the time she had left and when her body was unable to sustain it any longer the pain would drastically increase to the point where she wouldn't be able to cope. It would be unbearable, worse than if she'd just let it in her system to begin with, but she refused to sit by and do nothing.

"You alright?" he asked her quietly.

She was silent a moment before looking at him, "Better sit down."

He nodded, swallowing hard, for her to admit even that small bit of weakness…it was getting bad, far worse than she was letting on and he couldn't even tell because she was blocking the pain from him. He helped her over to the stairs and sat her down.

As he did so Melody made a break for the door.

The robot turned to her and shot a beam at her once more, "Don't you touch her!" the Doctor shouted, spinning around, but the robot didn't stop…

Until a shoe flew out of nowhere and struck it in the back of the head. It stopped, Melody still contained in a force field, restraining her, but turned to face the Professor who was now wearing only one shoe.

The robot stared at her a moment, "…did you just throw a shoe at me?"

"Worked didn't it?" she reasoned, thinking back to Lazarus, "Now…do not harm that woman in any way, understood? I've still got another shoe and I'm not afraid to use it."

It stared, "Why would you care? She's the woman who kills you, the both of you."

"We're not dead," the Doctor took off his hat and looked at it.

"She's dying," the robot glanced at the Professor.

"Well, at least I'm not a time travelling, shape shifting, robot operated by miniaturized cross people," she countered before rubbing her head, "I'm starting to sound like you," she mumbled as the Doctor sat beside her and took her hand, letting her rest her head on his shoulder for a moment.

"Got to admit though," he said quietly, "Didn't see that coming, did we?"

She laughed and shook her head before turning to the robot again, "What do you want with her?" she pointed at Melody.

"She's Melody Pond," the robot replied, "According to our records, the woman who kills the Doctor and the Professor."

"And we are the Doctor and Professor so what's it got to do with you?"

"Throughout history many criminals have gone unpunished throughout their lifetimes. Time travel has responsibilities."

"What?" the Doctor laughed, "You got yourselves time travel so you decided to punish dead people."

"We don't kill them, we extract them near the end of their established timelines."

"And then what?"

"Give them hell."

The Professor eyed the robot harshly, "I'd ask you who you think you are but I think the answer is fairly obvious."

The Doctor nodded, "So who do you think we are? Huh?" he pointed his cane at Melody, "The woman who killed us. It sounds like you've got our biographies in there, we'd love a peek."

"Our record office is sealed to the public," it replied, "Foreknowledge is dangerous."

"Yeah well, I'll be dead in three minutes," the Professor scoffed, "There isn't much foreknowledge left."

"Sorry can't do that," the robot was silent, turning its head as though listening to something, before looking back at them, "Records available."

They looked up, a bit startled, before the Professor reached out for the Doctor's cane, snatching it off him and pushing herself to her feet, the Doctor moving to help her walk as she moved to stand before the robot, "Question, I'm dying. I'm pretty sure I know why I'm meant to go first, but I'd like to know who wants us both dead?"

"The Silence."

"What is the Silence?" the Doctor asked, "Why is it called that? What does it mean?"

"The Silence is not a species," the Professor recited, having recognized the name of the aliens, if not the appearance, when they had identified themselves in the children's home ages ago, not much was known about them, "It is a religious order or movement their core belief is that silence will fall when the question is asked."

He looked at her, "What question?"

"The first question. The oldest question in the Universe. Hidden in plain sight."

"Yes, but what is the question?"

She rolled her eyes, "If I knew the Universe would be a quieter place, wouldn't it?"

He smirked just a bit at her snap, even when dying she retained her sass. He looked at the robot, "What about you? Do you know what the question is?"

"Unknown," the robot replied.

"Oh, well, fat lot of use that is you big ginge, call yourselves a record…" he stopped suddenly when the Professor fell to the floor, grabbing her stomach.

"Kidneys are always the first to quit," she mumbled, wincing, "Even forced regeneration was better than this..." suddenly the field around Melody turned red and she screamed in agony, "Doctor!" she gasped, grabbing his arm.

"Amy!" he shouted, "Rory! Amy…can you hear me?"

"What do we do?" the robot asked, a bit more emotion in its voice, "This is me, this is me actually talking, what do we do?"

"Just stop them! She's your daughter. Just stop them."

"How? How!"

"Just do it!" the Professor snapped, closing her eyes, hating how helpless she felt at not being able to help Melody. Because the whole thing was just one big mess, if Melody truly would kill her and the Doctor in the future, and only she was dying now, then the people in the robot were interfering with time, punishing Melody for a crime she hadn't committed yet, most likely by a person she wasn't yet.

A few moments later the red field disappeared and Melody slumped forward, as did the Professor but more from the pain than anything, the Doctor gathering her in his arms as he looked up at Melody, "Please…now we have to save your parents."

"Don't run," she breathed.

"We know you're scared, but never run when you're scared."

"Rule 7."

He looked at her, "Please"

~8~

"Doctor can you hear us?" the robot called, "Professor!" they looked over at the robot, the Professor breathing hard, sweating as she vainly tried to fight off the poison a bit longer. The Doctor truly had to admire her fighting spirit. The half hour had passed and she was still clinging to life, to him, her hands were curled into fists in his shirt as he held her. He looked up at the robot as she blearily woke up, "Help us! Professor help us! Doctor please!"

The Professor let out a whimper as her fist tightened and she started to pick herself up. The Doctor's jaw tensed as he helped her as much as he could, wincing every time she flinched or groaned in pain. Melody simply sat at a table, watching them, determined to make sure the Professor died this time before she left. It was a part of the plan you see, as soon as the Professor was gone, the Doctor would be inconsolable, he'd be angry, he'd be broken, he'd start making mistakes, and then it would be all too easy to take care of him as well. He truly was far too easy of a target without the Professor protecting him.

The Professor tripped at the steps and fell down onto them, struggling to get up but her energy was spent, just getting up had been too much for her.

"Doctor!" Amy's voice called, "Help! Professor!"

"Look at you," Melody shook her head, "You still care."

"Doctor help. Professor help us!"

The Doctor struggled to get the Professor up but she could only shake her head, she was done, making him struggle more, but as he had said once before, not all of them had gone through basic training, she was nearly all muscle and quite heavy…she whacked him on the arm weakly hearing that.

"Please help us."

"It's impressive," Melody admitted, "I'll give you that."

The Professor swallowed and squeezed his hand, "Save them."

He nodded lightly and turned to Melody, "River please…"

"Again!" she got up, "Who is this River? She's got to be a woman. Am I right?"

"Help us," he looked at her, "Help me save Amy and Rory. Help me."

"How?"

"It'll take two to pilot the TARDIS into such a small fit…"

"I can't pilot that thing!"

"Just shut up and drive," the Professor groaned out, taking charge for what might be the last time, "We don't have time…" she swallowed hard, "The TARDIS will show you how…just…help…"

~8~

Amy looked at Rory as they were surrounded by robotic jellyfish-like creatures trying to kill them, "You are unauthorized," one stated, "Your death will now be implemented," electricity crackled around them.

"I love you," she whispered to him.

"I love you too," he hugged her tightly, when the TARDIS appeared around them.

Amy looked around, stunned, "Doctor? Professor? You did it!" she looked at Rory, "They did it!" they started laughing.

"Not quite," the Doctor said quietly.

They stopped and looked over as the Doctor stepped around the right of the rotor while Melody appeared around the other side. She looked a bit, startled, "I seem to be able to fly her…" she looked at the console, "She showed me how. She taught me."

"She's the child of the TARDIS…" the Doctor nodded, already working at the controls, setting the course back to the Professor. He had to be quick, he'd never forgive himself if she died and he wasn't there to hold her. He had promised her never to leave her again, she had already died once and he hadn't been there, he was not about to let it happen again...

"What do you mean?" Melody looked at him.

"Doctor…" Rory began, "Where's the Professor?"

~8~

Amy and Rory knelt beside the Professor while the Doctor was on her other side, holding her as she lay on the steps, dying, holding on just long enough to see them again because she would be damned if she died without her last sight being the Doctor. Amy took her hand, "You can't die now. I know you don't die now," she sniffled, "It doesn't make any sense."

"Professor, what do we do?" Rory asked her, "Come on. How do we help you?"

"No, I'm sorry Rory," she shook her head, "You can't," she looked at the Doctor, "Nobody can."

He sniffled, tears in his eyes, as he nodded before closing his eyes tightly in grief, shaking his head and looking at her again, "You're so stupid."

"I got better grades than you," she reminded him.

He shook his head, "Why did you do it? You're so stupid."

She looked at him softly, weakly reaching out a hand to try and touch his face but unable to muster the strength for even that, so he took her hand instead, "I had…two very, very good reasons."

He let out a scoff, "Like what?"

"First…you've done so much for the Universe," she gave a small laugh, "Saving it. Me? I'm just a legend…among the higher species and soldiers…I'm replaceable, you're not."

"You're not replaceable to me!"

"And second…" she continued, smiling at him with tears in her eyes, "You are the only husband I have ever wanted…and the only one I will ever have…you really are my whole existence…and I will love you until my last breath…in my last body…beyond the end of the Universe…"

Tears fell from his eyes at that, Amy and Rory watching on with tears in their own at seeing the Doctor that broken up. They'd never seen him cry like that, so openly. But then he blinked and looked at her, "Last body…what if I give you my regenerations? That could work, couldn't it?"

She shook her head sadly, "You can't…" she swallowed hard, "You don't have enough left."

"What do you mean?"

"The poison of the Judas Tree…is potent, it would take a minimum energy of…" she frowned, wincing at another pain, "Ten regenerations to counteract. You've only two left…"

"Regenerations?" Melody asked quietly, looking at them, "What do you mean?"

The Professor shook her head, "No," her head started to lull, her time ending, "Don't…tell her…don't tell River…" she breathed and her eyes closed, the Doctor's hearts breaking.

"What did she mean regenerations?" Melody tried again.

"We can give our regenerations to others if we want," the Doctor said, "We keep the energy within us for times of crisis, but we can give it to others, give them more…"

"Would it cure her?" Rory asked.

He kept his eyes on the Professor, "I don't have enough. It wouldn't cure her…it wouldn't burn off the poison…"

Melody looked at the Professor's prone body, the heartbreak on the Doctor's face, the way he clutched her, she knew the woman wasn't dead, not yet. She would slip into a coma where the body would finally shut down, she had mere moments but the Doctor…the way he was holding onto her, it was as though he hoped he'd be able to hold her to life…

The way he was treating the Professor made her recall the way he and the Professor had treated her, it was nothing like anyone faced with the person who murdered them would act. They hadn't fought her, tried to stop her, harmed her...and she knew...it went beyond just her being the daughter of their Companions. And they kept calling her River, and they didn't want River to know something. Who was she? Why did they keep mistaking her for the woman? How would River even be able to help?

"Who's River?" she asked quietly, "She said, don't tell River. Don't tell her what?"

"About the regenerations," he replied.

"Why?" she shook her head, "Who is she?"

Amy looked between the two groups in the room, the dying Time Lady and the woman who was her baby grown up…her baby who had poisoned one of her best friends…her Time Lordish baby…who could regenerate…and made a decision. She turned to the robotic replica of herself, "Are you still working 'cos I'm a relative?"

"Amy, don't," the Doctor called, though even they could tell it was halfhearted.

"Access files on River Song."

"Records available," the robot replied.

"Show me her. Show me River Song."

They watched as the robot turned into River Song, into Melody Pond.

Melody looked on, stunned, in tears. All this time, the Doctor and Professor, well the Doctor really, had been referring to her as River Song, and it wasn't because they had mistaken her, it was because she was River Song. She was a friend of theirs in the future, somehow she was their friend…and she'd just killed one of them. She'd killed not only the wife of her mother's best friend, but also her father's best friend…and her future friends, who had saved her, who had protected her, who hadn't blamed her for what she'd been trying to do, who had been trying to help her…

She turned to the Professor, seeing her pale, the slowing rise and fall of her chest indicating her time was nearly out. She looked down at her hands and they started to glow.

"What's happening?" Rory asked, seeing the light, "River, what are you doing?"

Melody smiled just a bit at her father's question, she really was this River Song…she walked towards the Doctor and knelt down before him on the other side of the Professor and looked at him, "Just tell me sweetie…the Professor, is she worth it?"

He looked at her and nodded, "Yes, she's is, and so much more."

Melody nodded and reached out to put a hand on the center of Professor's chest and forehead. The energy started to flow into the woman who woke up with a small gasp, looking up at her, "River…" she breathed, "Don't…"

She just smiled, "Don't worry sweetums," and closed her eyes, allowing the rest of the energy to flow into her, all ten of her remaining regenerations…

~8~

Amy and Rory leaned over Melody as she slowly woke up in a very white, sterile room, "Hey…" Amy smiled at her, "Hey…"

"Where am I?" she frowned.

"You're safe now. You used all your remaining regenerations in one go. You shouldn't have done that."

"Mother…I had to try…"

"I know. "

"She said no one could save her. But she must have known I could."

"Rule 1," the Doctor called as they looked over at him and the Professor standing by the window, "The Doctor lies."

"And me as well," the Professor nudged him, "You're rubbing off on me."

He smiled at her and kissed her head, Melody smiled, seeing them both alright before slowly falling asleep again.

"She just needs to rest," one of the nun-nurses said as the Doctor walked over to the bedside and pulled something from his pocket, "She'll be absolutely fine."

"No she won't," he put a brand new, TARDIS shaped diary on the table.

"She will be amazing," the Professor agreed.

~8~

"So that's it?" Amy asked slowly as they headed back into the TARDIS, "We just leave her there?"

"Sisters of the Infinite Schism, greatest hospital in the Universe," the Professor reassured them.

"Yeah, but, she's our daughter. Professor, she's River and she's our daughter."

"Amy I know," the Doctor turned to her, "But we have to let her make her own way now."

"We have too much foreknowledge," the Professor nodded, looking at the monitor where a picture of her and the Doctor was displayed. Them by a lakeside, the Doctor wearing a Stetson, her wearing a tassled jacket and cowboy boots, their death date, time, and place glaring at them. The Doctor had managed to hack the files of the robot, the Teselecta, just enough to get that bit of information.

"Dangerous thing, foreknowledge," the Doctor came beside her, looking at it.

"What's that?" Amy tried to peek.

"Nothing!" he flicked it off, "Just some data I downloaded from the Teselecta very boring."

"Doctor, River was brainwashed to kill you both right…" Rory began.

"Well, she did kill me," the Professor nodded, "And then she used her remaining lives to bring me back."

"But…that stuff that they put in her head, is that gone now? The River that we know in the future…she's in prison…for murdering two people."

"Whose murder?" Amy asked. The Doctor just smiled and dashed around the console, "Will we see her again?"

"Oh, she'll come looking for us," he reassured her, heading up the stairs as the Professor leaned against the console.

"Yeah but how? How do people even look for you?"

"Oh, Pond, haven't you figured that one out yet?" he laughed and headed out.

Amy shook her head and looked over at the Professor who was frowning now that the Doctor was gone, "You alright?"

"I…I'm so sorry Amy," she told her quietly.

Amy frowned and walked over to her, "What for?"

"River, Melody," she sighed, "She used all her regenerations on saving me…she's basically like a human now."

"And that's a bad thing?" Rory shook his head.

"No, not at all! It's just…if she kept them…if anything ever happened to her, she'd be able to heal, to change…and now she can't…"

Amy smiled a bit at her friend's concern for their daughter and moved to hug her, "I'm glad she did, because now…I get one of my best friends back and my daughter gets to treasure having one life to live, a normal life…well, as normal as anything goes when the Doctor gets involved."

The Professor laughed and hugged her back, "You know…I tried not to call her River, to keep her Melody and not try to create the future…" she pulled away a bit, "But…if that was the start of River Song and I had a hand in it, then I'm rather proud, because she's a remarkable person," she smiled at them, "Like her parents."

They beamed at her in return.

"Sorry!" the Doctor called, rushing back down the stairs, "Sorry! Forgot something..." he went straight for the Professor and grabbed her, picking her up over his shoulder and heading for the stairs again as she laughed behind him, "Very important unfinished business to see to!" he called back to Amy and Rory who laughed heartily at him as he ran off.

The Professor playfully hit his back as he carried her quickly through the halls, to their room. It wasn't even a second later that she was tossed onto the bed, bouncing a bit as she laughed, only to be silenced as the Doctor's lips pressed against her own hungrily. She kissed him back earnestly, feeling her face heating up, he was kissing her as though she was the air he was breathing, something that he desperately needed. She felt his hands on her shoulders, pushing off her jean jacket and couldn't help but get his own coat off him as well, his hands starting to wander down to the edge of her shirt, sliding under it to stroke the skin of her side...

"Wait," she breathed, pushing him back just a bit.

"No," he kissed her again, "No more waiting," and again, "Waited 10 months," and again, "No more..."

She felt herself getting lightheaded from his kisses, gasping as he travelled to her neck, before managing to grab onto one last coherent thought and push him back once more, "10 seconds," she promised even as he groaned. She quickly loosened his bow tie and pulled it over his head, rushing to the door of their room and looping it onto the outside knob before turning and rushing back over to him.

He quickly pulled her back onto the bed, "That was 12 seconds," he told her, resuming his attack on her neck.

"Well I was just poisoned," she reminded him and his grip on her tightened at the reminder, "I'll make the 2 seconds up to you as well."

"I'll look forward to it."

"I bet you wi..."

Her words were cut off as his lips descended on hers once more, all thought fleeing her mind as he rolled them over on the bed.

~8~

Amy and Rory found ways to keep entertained and occupy themselves for the next day or two, especially when the Time Lords failed to make an appearance.

A/N: 10 months = 3 months of running around in America while the Doctor was 'captured' + 3 months of the Professor not believing she's real + 1 month of the Doctor gathering information and allies (in AGMGTW Kovarian remarked to Dorium that it had been a month, I assume since Amy woke, and the Doctor hadn't done anything) + 3 months of trying to find Melody (I count 'summer' to be 3 months and I feel like they'd feel so responsible/guilty about what happened to Melody that they'd focus on finding her above all else). Poor, poor Doctor, he must be so starved lol. You can just guess what they're doing...hmmm more than a day locked in their room. Doctor you bad, bad boy lol. And I love how the TARDIS is crashing and gushing out poisoned gas and they're still flirting.

And...the Dream Lady story is finished! Yay! It'll be posted after Remembrance is finished :)

The Firefly/Serenity reference was the Reavers, rather disturbing humans who, when they come into contact with other humans, resort to combat, rape, torture, murder, and cannibalism. Not very nice are they?

Also, today will be the last day to vote for an AU 9th Doctor/Professor series if you haven't yet.