The author's note is at the end.

"What's River doing in a book," asked Amy as the Doctor, Victoria, Jenny, and her crossed the street, "what's Rory doing in a book?"

"Wait hold on a bit," Jenny telepathically said to her dad, "who the hell is River?!"

"Oi, Language!"

"Dad, answer me!"

"She's your mother."

"He went to get coffee," the Doctor clarified to the whole group.

"Yes, but then he then turned up in a book," Victoria pointed out. She was holding on tightly to the Doctor's hand.

"I don't know," he said entering the TARDIS, "we are in New York!"

"Where did you get this book," Jenny asked as she took her place at the TARDIS console and started typing in the coordinates for their trip on the typewriter.

"It was in my Jacket," the Doctor said while also working on the console.

"Well, how did it get there," Amy asked. Just a bit of nervousness was coming through in her voice.

"How does anything get there? I've given up on asking," responded the Doctor.

"What's the date in the book, Amy," Jenny called from the other side of the console.

Amy flipped through the book frantically, "April 3, 1938."

"Keep on reading out loud," said Victoria.

Amy flipped back to the page they were on when they left for the TARDIS, "'Well you didn't come here in the TARDIS,' I said to my father. 'Why not,' he asked. 'Well you couldn't have!'"

"What does she mean, couldn't have," the Doctor poked his head over Amy's shoulder.

"'This city is full of time distortions,'" Amy narrated her daughters part in the book, "it'd be impossible to land the TARDIS here. Like landing a plane in a blizzard, even I couldn't do it."

"No offense to your mom," Victoria said to Jenny, "but she sounds a bit full of herself."

"You have no idea," the Doctor exclaimed.

"Oi watch you mouth, Raggedy Man," warned Amy, "that's my daughter."

"1938, too easy," he yelled, slamming down one final lever and sending the TARDIS into the Time Vortex.

Sparks flew out of the console between Jenny and her dad.

"What's wrong, Doctor," Victoria asked concerned.

"We just bounced off of 1938," he exclaimed.

"The weeping angels," Asked Amy after they were back in New York, 2012.

"It makes sense," considered the Doctor, "that's what happened to Rory. That,/ what the angels do. It's there preferred method of attack; they zap you back in time and let you live to death."

"Why can't we just go get him in the TARDIS," Victoria asked.

"Because," Jenny reminded, "we already failed miserably at that."

"Why are we in a graveyard," asked Amy.

"They're probably casually liked somehow," explained the Doctor, "it doesn't matter." He poked his head inside the TARDIS, "extractor fans on!"

"Oh," Jenny warned, "stop reading that book. If you read something in there it will cause a fixed point."

Amy dropped the book immediately.

"Can't we push through," said Jenny.

"Yes, but if we are off by a millisecond the engines will phase," he warned.

"Is there any alternative," asked Victoria.

"Nope," answered Jenny.

"Then don't be off," commanded Amy.

"Right then," started Jenny, "we'll need landing lights. If we had an item that we knew we could lock on to, that would work."

"Good idea," the Doctor considered, "but we don't have an item."

"What about a person," offered Victoria.

April 3, 1938 A.D.

Victoria walked up to the building she knew would contain Rory. It'd been a year, well at least in her perspective, since she had last seen the Doctor. She was now eighteen. Victoria had an idea for the Doctor to drop her off in 1937 with the TARDIS. From there Victoria would wait for a year so the Doctor, Jenny, and Amy could use her as "landing lights" for the TARDIS to land in what the Doctor had described as a "Wibbly-Wobbly Blizzard".

Victoria's heels clicked on the concrete stairs as she walked up to the doorway and knocked three times. The door swung wide open and a large man, dressed in a suit grabbed Victoria's arm and dragged her inside.

"Who are you," asked a parked skin, heavy set man in a pinstriped suit.

"My name is Victoria Waterfield," she said bravely and I believe you have my friend in custody.

"What do you want me to do with her sir," asked the man who was holding on to her arm.

"Victoria," Rory yelled ecstatically as he was led in to the room by a guard.

"Shoot her," answered the man in charge.

"No," Rory yelled, as he struggled to get away from his guard in vein.

"Yes boss," said the large man, pointing a gun at Victoria and BAM!

Victoria felt a sharp pain in her chest. She put her hand on her chest then looked at her hand. It was covered in blood. As she fell to the floor she could hear the distant sound of the TARDIS zooming into existence.

"Victoria," yelled Rory, throwing his free elbow into the guard's face. This caused the guard to stumble backwards and bang his head on a table. River, just arriving in the room, swiped the gun out of the other guards hand and pointed it at him.

"Hey Victoria," said the Doctor as he leaned over one of his best friends.

"Hey, Doctor," she managed to say weekly, "it's been a while."

"For you," he said as he brushed her hair to one side, "how are you doing?"

"Good," she lied.

"We are going to get you fixed up," the Doctor told her, but she slipped out of consciousness before she could hear it.

"Can't you just use your regeneration energy to heal her," asked River.

"I don't have enough regeneration energy left. And even if I did, I don't even know if it would fully restore her. I've never tried to heal someone on that scale," he said solemnly. He swept the art vases off of a nearby table in anger, "Damn It!"

"This is all my fault," said Rory as he sulked in the corner, "if I hadn't gone to get coffee we wouldn't be in this mess. And she would be fine."

"It's not your fault," comforted Amy.

"I do," Jenny came to a realization.

"You do what," asked River.

"No," her dad warned, "no, no, no. Don't you do it."

"Dad, it's the only chance she has," Jenny pointed out.

"We don't even know if you can regenerate," he argued.

"Well something brought me back."

"But we don't know what that was."

"I have to try," Jenny said, walking up to Victoria and placing a hand on her head.

"But you've never regenerated before. Even if you can, what if you get it wrong and accidentally cause yourself to regenerate?"

"Well in case I do, Mom, it was nice to meet you once before in this form. Ponds, keep my dad in check."

Jenny closed her eyes and concentrated really hard, "Dad?"

"Please, don't do it."

"I love you," Jenny said telepathically, before regeneration energy coursed through her body and in to Victoria.

Jenny blinked her eyes open. Did it work? She looked down at Victoria, with the sudden realization that she had failed. Victoria's body laid there on the ground, now dead. "I'm sorry," Jenny cried, before doing her best to stand up. However, she fell back to her knees, "hey Dad? I think I did it wrong."

"Jenny," Rory ran towards her.

"No stay back," the Doctor warned, "she's regenerating."

"I'm sorry, I couldn't save her Dad," Jenny said, her voice was cracking due to the immense pain coursing throughout her body.

"It's ok," her dad said, a single tear rolled down his cheek

"Guys?"

"Yeah, Jenny," asked Amy who was also beginning to sob.

"I love you," Jenny said one last time before yellow light began to stream out of her hands and face.

A/n: Ok, so I lied just a bit, well a little bit more that just a bit. Ok, I lied a lot. The Ponds didn't leave! Yay and Jenny regenerated, sadly. But, I really wanted a new Jenny to start off the next season. Don't worry, the Doctor will still meet Clara, just not necessarily in the same way.