CHAPTER 14

"Amy, what are you doing? We can sort this out!" Rory tried to appease her as she swept like a tornado around their bedroom.

"No, Rory, this is one thing we can't just 'sort out'," Amy said, picking up her box of souvenirs from their travels.

"But it's fine! It's what we've always wanted and –"

"No, it's what you've always wanted. I didn't ask for this," she said angrily. Rory watched helplessly as Amy shoved her clothes into the suitcase.

"Whose is it, Amy?" Rory said quietly.

"What do you mean?" replied Amy, her voice rising a little too much.

"I said: whoseisit?" although his voice was quiet, Amy could sense the wretchedness in his words. She couldn't lie to him.

"I…I…" she wouldn't, couldn't.

"You don't even know? Jesus, Amy, I was dead!" Rory rarely raised his voice, but Amy could not blame him the emotion now.

"You weren't just dead, Rory, you were never even born! I mean, what did you expect?"

"Well, I don't know. I guess I expected you to be the same person when I got back."

"I'm still the same person, Rory."

"Are you?" he asked, a rhetorical question. "Then why are you lying to me?"

"I'm not lying, I –"

"Do you still wish I were dead?"

"Don't be daft. Of course I don't. I…I love you," Amy was trying to convince herself as much as she was trying to convince Rory. She did love him, but things had changed since before. All the memory changes in the world couldn't bring back what they used to have.

"You've got a funny way of showing it," he said, sadly rather than angrily. Amy closed her eyes until she heard the door of the TARDIS slam shut.

They had landed in present-day England. It had been four weeks since Rory had fully recovered from being in the time limbo, and Amy had been trying to pass off her early-morning sickness as a bad reaction to the memory modification. But soon both Rory and the Doctor had begun to notice, and she couldn't hide it anymore.

The Doctor was asleep – it was three o'clock in the morning, and Amy's frantic packing had woken Rory up. She knew it was cowardly to run away, but she also knew that she couldn't live on the TARDIS knowing what had happened. It wouldn't be fair – not to Rory, not to the Doctor, and not to her child.

Suitcase of clothing and memories in hand, Amy slipped out of the TARDIS into the dawn of the English countryside. She didn't know where she was going, or what she was going to do. Maybe she would go find Rory, and explain; maybe she wouldn't. What she did know was that she had to get away, far away, and leave the life she loved so much.

Another flashbacky chapter - just giving a little background info