Eeyyyyyy. I haven't been getting a lot of reviews lately. I'd appreciate it if you did, please! I'd love your feedback!

Also, two chapters to go after this! I promise I'll end it with a bang!

Now back to the Doctor's. . .ahem. . .dilemma.

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Rory nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard an earsplitting scream. He recognized the voice immediately. "Amy!" the voice yelled. It could only mean that the moon wasn't red anymore and something happened to Amy.

He unlocked the infirmary door and exited the room. He darted down every hall he could find, trying to locate the source of the screaming and weeping. If Amy was hurt, he could help her. He was a nurse after all. But the Doctor was crying. He prayed it didn't mean what he thought it did.

As he turned a corner and looked straight down the hallway, Rory saw two people. One was laying down and the other kneeled beside him or her. Whatever happened must've been serious.

As he stepped closer, he found that the person laying down was Amy with her neck torn open and hand missing. He just wanted to collapse to the floor and weep. But the other sight made him stay put, nearly frozen in place. The person next to Amy's body was on his knees, holding her remaining hand close to him with a seemingly tight grip. His clothes, like his hands, were covered in blood. He looked up at Rory and saw the horror in the person's expression. He was clearly in the process of grieving. Droplets of blood ran down the sides of his face. Red scratches were on his cheek. Some blood was smeared on his eye, but was mostly washed away due to the tears on his face.

"D-Doctor?" Rory stuttered, "Please tell me you didn't. . ."

The Doctor looked down at the lifeless husk that used to be Amy, a tear landing on her pale cheek. He looked back up at Rory. "I. . .I'm sorry. . ." he said, his voice soft and tearful, after a sniffle, "Rory. . .I'm so, so sorry. . ."

"Sorry?" Rory said, his temper rising, "How can you be sorry? You killed my wife!"

"I know. I never meant to-"

He was interrupted by an unexpected punch across his face. Didn't leave a single bruise. "Apparently, you did!" Rory snapped, "How else did you get so blood-covered? Huh?"

The Doctor's gaze wavered away from his and sighed sorrowfully. "I couldn't hold it back. I couldn't fight it. Believe me, I tried to stop him, but. . ." He looked as if he was choking down a sob. "But he. . .it. . .was far too strong."

Rory's expression softened. The punch was certainly a stress relief, but hearing what happened really extenguished the flame. He didn't kill her, he kept thinking to himself, he didn't kill her. The Doctor's eyes widened.

"Hang on," he said, "Rory, do you remember the Tesselecta? The robot I was in when River shot me?"

"Yeah, why? Are you gonna cheat death or something?"

"It's wrong, I know, but it's the only way to bring her back."

Rory folded his arms. "Can't we do it some other way?"

The Doctor shook his head. "We can't just pull her out of the way. It'll summon the Reapers."

"The what?"

"Anyway, death is irreversable. Amy has to die." Hope sparkled in his eyes. "Just not this Amy."

"So we. . .we can save her?"

"We can!" The Doctor stood up with a start, startling Rory. "I just need to contact it and drop it off to. . ." He counted with his fingers a couple of times. ". . .about three or so minutes before Amy dies."

"How can you contact it? Wasn't burned to a crisp?"

"Not even close," the Doctor said as he walked to the exit, Rory following close behind, "The Tesselecta can repair in a snap like the Hulk's healing factor. And when it comes to contacting it, I can spot its exact location in the TARDIS."

"You sure?"

"I'm always sure."

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"How can you be sure that you can track the Tesselecta-thing?" Rory asked, leaning against the TARDIS doors and standing beside the coat hanger with the Doctor's coat on it. The Doctor poked his head from behind the time rotor and said, "It's not a thing! Well, it kinda is. A shapeshifting robot is a thing, I guess."

The sans-coat Doctor stepped beside the console as the TARDIS began the dematerialization process. He pressed a couple buttons and pulled levers as he said, "And when it comes to contacting it, well. . .you know when you get a new friend on a socializing site or whatever and video chat with them all the time?"

"Yeah, why?"

"It's nothing like that."

The boys jumped when they heard static. The Doctor spun around and dashed to the console screen. The static faded away, revealing, a tall man with a buzz cut.

"Doctor, so good to hear from you again," the man said.

"So that's your disguise now?" the Doctor said, "What're you doing this time?"

"Long story."

"Okay, enough chat," the Doctor said, his voice low and serious, " I have a problem, and I need you to help me with it."

"What happened? Your face is scratched up."

"I. . ." the Doctor looked down, debating whether or not to tell them. He's lucky he remembered to get cleaned up, but he couldn't fix the scratches. He sighed. "I killed Amy."

Nothing came from the man on the screen, but he could tell the people inside were buzzing with surprise and disappointment. After nearly an eternity of silence, the man said, "What would you do that?"

The Doctor bit his lip. "I have Inferno, a disease that causes those who have it to kill. I was controlled by it, and it. . .it made me kill her."

The man remained silent. He almost seemed unwilling to help. The Doctor was prepared to stop the call.

"What do we need to do?" the man said.

The Doctor, eyes glimmering with hope, smiled, "I'll land the TARDIS to pick you up. You'll have to be Amy for a few minutes. After that, I'll drop you off to a few minutes before Amy dies. Find Amy and make certain she lives. Understood?"

"Understood."

"Okay, then! Setting the coordinates now. Thank you."

The Doctor canceled the call and put in the coordinates to America, 1951. Rory asked as the TARDIS made the materialization noise, "Are you sure it's gonna work?"

"It will work!" the Doctor said, "If it could save me, it could save Amy."

"Hang on," Rory said, "I thought you said that you can't cross your own timeline?"

"I never said I was going to," the Doctor sat on the white seat beside the console. "I was planning on dropping the Tesselecta off near the spot that Amy was meant to die. That isn't interfering with my own timeline. Pulling her right into the TARDIS, now that's interfering with me timeline."

"Good point."

The TARDIS materialized with a thump, slightly shaking the floor under Rory's feet. He stumbled and fell face-first onto the translucent floor, but he caught himself with his hands and knees. "That's why I sat down," the Doctor said as he straightened his burgandy bowtie. He stood and raced to the doors. Rory rolled his eyes and stood.

The Doctor opened the doors and saw Amy, or rather the Tesselecta. Although cold robotic eyes stared back at him, he was happy to see her again. He gestured for the robot to enter. It walked inside and the Doctor closed the doors behind it.

"Like that you dressed for the occassion," the Doctor said. All he could do was make a pun to prevent himself from getting more upset than he already was. To him, he could see Amy, alive and well. He mentally shook his head and hurried to the console to put in the coordinates to a few minutes before she died.

"Doctor?" Rory asked, "Wasn't the moon red at the time?"

The Doctor froze, his eyes wide. How could he have forgotten? He responded with a low voice, "Yes. Yes, it was."

"How are you gonna take us to the destination without you killing us all?" the surprisingly Scottish robot said.

"Can't I or the robot fly the TARDIS while you restrain yourself?" Rory suggested.

"Good idea, but no," the Doctor said, "Neither of you know how to fly her, for one. And two, only Time Lords can pilot TARDISes."

"Can't we change into you so we can pilot your ship?" the Tesselecta asked.

"How do we get back, then?"

The Tesselecta remained silent.

"So what do we do?" Rory asked.

The Doctor sighed as he pulled the lever. "I'll just have to hold on for as long as possible."

"And the coordinates back?"

"Plugging them in right now," the Doctor said as he pushed buttons, "I'll pull the lever once we drop off the Tesselecta."

"But how can you hold on for that long?" Rory asked.

"Time Lords have a better resistance rate than humans," the Doctor said, leaning on the console, "But it doesn't mean that we can hold on forever. Just a bit longer than humans ca-!"

A red hot surge went through him. He held his head with both hands as he felt something trying to reach his head.

"Doctor!" Rory cried out as he hurried towards him.

". . .get. .b-back. . !" the Doctor struggled to say. Rory took a few steps back and said to the Tesselecta, "Now's your time to shine."

The Tesselecta exited the TARDIS. Rory turned to face the Doctor and said, "Might wanna pull the lever now!"

"I'm trying!" the Doctor yelled back. He could tell that Inferno was trying to prevent him from pulling the lever to head back to the previous time. He still grabbed the lever and pulled it down with all of his might.

The TARDIS dematerialized.

The burning sensation vanished. He let his hands drop to his sides as he sighed in relief. "That was close."

"What now?" Rory asked.

"Once we get back to the time we were at, Amy should be in the TARDIS somewhere."

"Doctor?"

"What?" the Doctor asked as the TARDIS rematerialized.

Rory pointed at the Doctor's face and asked, "Aren't those scratches supposed to go away?"

"No," the Doctor responded, "In order to keep the point fixed, the Tesselecta reacted the same way Amy would."

"Rory?"

The familiar Scottish voice stopped his rambling. He was right. He turned to face Rory. "I think someone wants to talk to you."

"Kinda figured that out," Rory said. He walked closer to the stairs to the next floor, which was the source of the voice. "Yeah?"

"Is it safe?" the voice asked.

Rory turned to face the Doctor, who nodded. "It's safe," Rory said, "You can come out now."

A frightened woman stepped down the stairs to the console. Her eyes lit up when she saw Rory. "Rory!" she said as she hurried downstairs and tackled Rory with a hug. Almost weeping, she said, "Rory, I was so scared!"

Rory softly shushed his wailing wife and said, "It's okay. I was scared, too."

The Doctor leaned on the console, watching Rory comfort the now living Amy. He couldn't help but smile to see that the girl who waited was back. A sudden thought crossed his mind. What was going to do about Inferno? Brooke didn't have the cure for it. Did she?

"Right," the Doctor said, clapping his hands together a single time, "Time to get back to business."

"What do you mean?" Rory asked.

"Isn't it obvious?" he said, stopping by the doors, "We need the cure from Brooke."