Hi dears. So I decided to do something a bit different for these next two episodes. I am super nervous about this! I just felt these next two episodes were very important character development for Amy and that Lizzie would be getting in the way of that, so I had her get into her own trouble. I hope you guys liked what I did! Here is The Oddity Tales playlist if you want to listen while reading 8tracks /elevenhasfallen/the-oddity-tales Thank you all so much everyone! I got over 100 followers today and just holy crap! I hope you enjoy reading this chapter of The Oddity Tales.

"You want to what?"

Lizzie sighed as she put down her copy of Jane Eyre in her lap to look up at the Doctor. He wandered into the library looking for her and Amy not long ago, wanting to plan what their next trip was going to be. But for the time, Lizzie had been trying to avoid Amy. It had only been a day or so, but she was still quite upset with the fact Amy had called her a coward. So to pass the time she had been catching up on some reading, but during that time something very troubling had started to plague her mind.

Lizzie stood, placing a page marker in the book and walking to place it on a shelf. "Why isn't there a swimming pool in here? I thought you said there was one?"

"Well, you see what happens is when the Tardis…" the Doctor shook his head, walking over to her with a brandished finger. "Oh ho, no you don't. Don't go changing the subject on me. What did you just say?"

She bit her lip. "This is why I didn't want to tell you. I knew you would freak out."

"Lizzie!"

"Alright, alright!" she complied, twisting her hands. "I want to go home."

The Doctor slowly lowered his finger, looking crestfallen. His eyes started to search for something else to look at besides Lizzie's face. "Oh, well…right."

"Yeah."

"Did you tell Amy yet?"

She shook her head. "I figured I'd tell her right before I left. Don't really want to get into a fight."

"Ah." he sighed, looking around awkwardly. "...Did something happen that made you want to…"

Lizzie furrowed her brows. "What do you mean?"

"Was it the trips? Because I thought they were brilliant! Our lives might have been threatened quite a few times, but it was always in good fun! Though if you didn't like them, we can fix it. I can find something else! How 'bout a museum? Love me a museum! Art, history, whatever you want!"

"...Doctor."

"Was it something I did? I apologize if it was me–"

"Doctor!"

He looked up from his rambling to her, mouth still half open.

She chuckled at him. "What are you talking about?" she questioned.

"Why you're going home." he said quickly with furrowed brows. "I would like to know if I did something wrong for… ya 'know, future reference. And Amy's not going to be very happy with you, leaving her without a real explanation! By the time she's done you'll probably be in your sixties-"

"Wait, wait, wait!" Lizzie cooed, grabbing his waving arms. "Hold on a second. Did you think I meant for good?"

The Doctor looked at her oddly. "Well, yes. Didn't you?"

A grin spread across Lizzie's face and a fit of giggles erupted from her mouth. "No, no!" she laughed out, ruffling his hair. "I meant for a bit! For an hour or something, just to grab a few things!"

She laughed even more as his eyes widened greatly, looking away from her as he tried to fix his hair.

"Oh….good! That's good. Good, good." he rambled. "Great. Fantastic!"

She smiled softly at him, turning her back and wandering the shelves again.

"Wait, what things?" the Doctor asked, coming up on her heels. "We have things! The ol' girl has anything you can imagine."

"I mean personal things Doctor." Lizzie explained, still walking. "Things the Tardis can't just pop up."

"Like what?"

She sighed, throwing her hands up with a laugh "Just…things!"

"Alright," he agreed, watching her as she walked up a ladder to a higher self. "Quick pit stop, you grab…things, and then were off again!"

"No, you and Amy will be off again. Catch!" she called, dropping a book off the self.

The Doctor clumsily caught it, grabbing it right before it hit his foot. "What do you mean me and Amy?"

"Doctor I need a break!" she explained, pushing the ladder along the self.

"We have been taking a break!" he argued, giving her a worried glance as she moved."We've been sitting ducks for nearly a day."

"Yeah, and it's been great to relax. But I need to catch up with reality back on Earth. Just for a bit!" She called down another warning, tossing a large book to the Doctor.

He ran for it, nearly falling down at its weight. "What about the museum?!" he argued. "You like museums don't you? You seem like the type!"

Lizzie sighed as she made her way down the ladder, giving a smile to the Doctor as he held out a hand for her.

"I love museums." she said, letting go of his hand and blowing off some dust from the book she brought down with her. "Sorry!" she exclaimed as the Doctor started to cough, brushing his free hand in front of his face. "And I would love to go! But some other time."

He looked at her worriedly. "Are you sure something isn't wrong? This all came up very suddenly."

She bit her lip. "No, no, really." she lied. "Everything's fine. Like I said, just want a quick reality check. An hour tops! Besides," her plan started to form in her head. "You can be back in two minutes if you want to. You're the one with the time machine! And this will give you and Amy a chance to have a trip together."

"And why would I want a trip alone with Amy?" he asked slowly, but corrected himself quickly. "Not that I mind being alone with Amy! Just…why exactly?"

Lizzie took her other two books out of the Doctor's arms, staying within a close distance to him. "Well…I think Amy had something she wants to tell you. I don't know what, but she's been hinting at it for a bit."

"Oh, okay."

"Sooooo, it's alright then?" she asked looking up at him with a grin, swaying on her tiptoes. "You'll be back in an hour?"

He looked down at her, trying to hold back his own grin but ended up failing. He laughed at her puppy dog face, tapping her on the nose. "Fine. But only for an hour! Alright?"

She smiled sweetly at him. "Alright."

"What are you doing?"

Lizzie jumped, dropping the clothes she had been folding when she heard the demanding Scottish voice. She turned around to see Amy leaning against her doorway. The word coward ran through her mind immediately.

"Packing up some clothes the Tardis is letting me kept." she responded quickly, turning back around.

"Seriously?" Amy chuckled, strutting into the room. "You can just keep them in here. Why pack them up? It's a waste of time."

Lizzie glanced at her out of the corner of her eye. "...I'm taking them home. Going to put them up in my closet for later."

"Wait, you're going home? Why?!"

"I just need a break is all." she said, walking over to one of her drawers and pulling out a pair of pants.

Amy stormed over to her. "No, that's not an excuse. Why are you going home Lizzie?"

She rolled her eyes. "It's not like I'm leaving forever Amy. I wouldn't do that. I'm just going back for an hour to pick up somethings."

"Oh, well I'll come with you then."

"No." Lizzie responded quickly, throwing the pants in her bag. "You're gonna stay here and talk to the Doctor."

"About what?"

She just sighed, giving Amy a pointed look.

"O-Oh." was her only response.

"Yeah, oh."

"Can't you stay here?" Amy pleaded, grabbing her by her sweater sleeve. "It would be a lot easier for me to tell him if you're here. Pleeeeeaaaasssseeee…"

"I've been here this whole time and you haven't told him Amy." Lizzie argued, pulling her hand off. "Besides, this is something that is just between you and the Doctor. It has nothing to do with me."

"But Lizzie-"

"Amy no!"

Amy snapped back, shocked at her outburst. She furrowed her brows down at Lizzie. "Are you mad at me or something?"

She sighed, running her hand through her hair. "No. No, I'm not."

"Well, you're certainly acting like it. I thought we were fine?"

"We are! Everything is fine."

"I said I'm sorry! What else do you want?"

Lizzie tensed as Amy's passing glances at the Doctor ran over and over in her mind. The word coward flashed every second.

"Come along girls!" the Doctor's voice suddenly called. "Leadworth is right outside those doors!"

"I'm not angry Amy." Lizzie stated, pulling her bag on her shoulder and grabbing her books, heading out the door. Before fully exiting she turned back to look at her best friend. "Just tell him about Rory while I'm gone." she said sincerely. "Please."

The Doctor watched Lizzie as she ran excitedly into her room, smirking as she landed on her bed with a flop.

"Oh, I missed you!" she exclaimed into the space, rolling from side to side.

"I think mines better, but to each his own." the Doctor stated looking around. Lizzie's room back in Leadworth was so tiny compared to her room in the Tardis. Her bed was right across from her door, dawned with a light bedspread. Her walls were painted with multiple kinds of wall art, from nature to quotes by famous authors. Next to her bed on her left was a closet and to her right was a writing desk, a small journal sitting on top of it.

"Right." Lizzie smirked at him, setting her new belongs on her bed and walking back up to him.

"It's the same night we left." he explained. "Two minutes after our departure to be exact."

"Woah," she said, blowing out a huge puff of air. "I feel like I've been gone forever."

"Yeah, the Tardis does that to you."

She smiled at him. "Wibbly Wobbly?"

"Exactly, Wibbly Wobbly." he laughed, before he looked back into the machine, confused. "Amy not coming to see you off?"

"Already said goodbye." she answered quickly. "She was busy with something anyway."

Lizzie gave a long look to the Doctor, capturing his gaze and smiling softly at him. "Well, Spaceman. Guess this is goodbye for now."

He gave her a small nod, before opening his arms. "Come on then, give us a hug."

She happily obliged, laughing into his shoulder as they swayed from side to side. While he held her, a sense of paranoia quickly filled her body. She gripped onto his tweed tighter.

"Just, make sure it's only an hour okay?" she asked.

"Hey, hey." the Doctor comforted, pulling her to an arms length. "That's not going to happen again, I promise. I am not going to leave you here. I will be back at…what time is it?"

"Um," Lizzie stumbled, looking over at her bedside clock. "10:00 p.m."

"Right. I will be back at exactly eleven o'clock to pick you up. Not a minute after. After that, how about you pick where we go next?"

She bit her lip, holding back her grin. "Really?"

"Really." he confirmed, with a grin. "Anywhere you want. Cross my hearts. Now, go get your things!"

"Okay." she laughed, as he walked back into the Tardis with a spin. Just as he was about to close the doors, her eyes rose in shock. "Wait, hearts?"

"Ha ha! Gotcha!" he exclaimed, poking his head back out with a wink before shutting the door.

Lizzie let out a shaky sigh as the Tardis faded away, trying to find comfort in its groaning wheezing take off. She shook her head, getting rid of the sense of dread in her mind. Everything would be fine. She had come back for a reason. Forgetting the clothes and books on her bed, Lizzie walked over to her writing desk, picking up her journal/wedding present and ripping a page from the back. She also picked up some tape and a pen from the desks drawer. She stayed there, not bothering to sit, leaning over the desk to writing a quick note. It took her a few minutes to find the right words, but once she was done Lizzie walked down the hall to Amy's room. Carefully she taped the note to the door, sorrowfully reading over it. It read:

Dear Rory,

If you are reading this, I just want to tell you I'm so so sorry. I don't think Amy and I are coming back. If we are not there in time for the wedding, something has happened to us. We may be dead or lost, I'm not sure. It will probably be too complicated to explain. But just know this was not anyone's fault. Amy and I decided to do this all on our own. There is no one to blame but ourselves. I am so sorry, for everything. Remember that we love you. Even if we don't say it much, Amy and I love you more than words can say. When you're done reading this, head to my room. On my desk is a small journal. It's your wedding present. Read it. It should explain everything better than this note ever could.

-Lizzie

As she reached the end of the note, Lizzie jumped, hearing a strange noise come for down stairs. After a second she grinned, realizing the only person who it could be.

"Mels!" she exclaimed, taking the stairs two at a time. Nearly slipping, she rushed into the fourier. "Why didn't you call? I would have just-"

She quickly halted, her body tensing in fear. The crying woman standing in front of her door was definitely not Mels. She was older, most likely middle aged, but she looked gorgeous never the less. She was dressed in a beautiful black gown, her massive curls pinned into a bun at the top of her head. On her wrist was something that looked like a massive black watch.

"Wow," the woman joked sadly, wiping some tears from her eyes. "Haven't heared you call me that in a while. It's nice though."

"What?" Lizzie gasped.

"I'm sorry. I know this is ridiculous! You don't even know what is going on. Oh, you're so young." The woman walked up, pulling her into a tight hug. "I just need someone to help me get my mind off things."

"What?"

The woman pulled back and looked at her. "I can't talk to the Doctor about any of this." she cried. "When someone has the mental state of a cosmic ten year old, better to leave the drama for some girl talk. Don't want to send him into a panic. You know how he gets."

"What?!"

"Woah, woah, woah." the woman coaxed, stepping back at her outburst. "Liz, what's wrong? What's going on?"

"W-Who are you?" Lizzie demanded, quickly walking backwards into the kitchen.

"Sweetheart you're scaring me. What's wrong?"

Lizzie tried to keep her eye on the woman as she dug through multiple drawers. "Stay back." she warned, pulling out the first thing her hand grab. "I'm not afraid to use this!" She gave herself a mental slap when she saw a wooden spoon clenched in her fist.

"Lizzie." the woman stated cautiously, seeming to grow more and more saddened with each word that came out of Lizzie's mouth. "Please tell me you know who I am."

"I live with a policewoman!" she threatened, holding her spoon out in front of her as she circled around the table. "She's going to be home any minute, just you wait!"

"How old are you?"

"Why-"

"Lizzie!" the woman pled. "Please, sweetheart. Just tell me how old you are. Please."

Lizzie looked at her cautiously before muttering, "I'm twenty-one."

More tears ran down the woman's cheeks as she rubbed her face in her hands. "Oh, god. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." she stated, wiping away her smeared makeup. "I should have known. You're so young! And you're still living here. I even got this piece of rubbish back just for the trip-!"

She paused when she saw the concerned look on Lizzie's face.

"Are you alright?" she asked, lowering her spoon.

The woman chuckled at her. "You're always so concerned for everyone. It's one of the best things about you. I'm sorry. That was a terrible introduction. I'm Doctor River Song," she said, holding out her hand. "I'm a…friend of the Doctor."

"Um, hello." Lizzie replied, cautiously shaking her hand. "And how do you know my name?"

"Ah, spoilers." River smiled, half heartedly bringing a finger up to her mouth.

"Spoilers?"

"You'll find out. Let's just say, you, Amy, Rory, the Doctor and I. We are all very good friends in the future."

Lizzie shook her head. "I'm sorry, I'm not quite following along."

"You'll get better at that! Trust me."

She watched as River walked back into the fourier, messing with the black watch on her wrist. "Sorry for bothering you. Better be off."

"Wait!" Lizzie protested, walking up to her. "I still don't understand what's going on! Who are you? W-What are you? Why are you crying?"

River smiled at her sadly, more of the tears she had been trying to hold back falling from her eyes. She pulled Lizzie into a hug one last time.

"I'm so sorry." she muttered, before walking a good distance away from her. She pushed a few more buttons on her watch, hovering over the biggest one as she looked back at Lizzie. "I'm going to tell you one thing." she uttered. "Beware the Angels Elizabeth. They'll be your downfall."

Lizzie watched with wide eyes as River Song slammed her hand down on the watch, disappearing in a flash of electricity. Only letting herself standing in shock for a second, Lizzie ran back up the stairs and into her room. She hastily locked the door and shut her windows, before curling up into a ball on her bed. Reaching over for her phone on her desk, she speed dialed the only person she knew would answer late at night.

"Mels?" she asked as the call went through.

"What's up princess?" a happy voice replied. Lizzie sighed, already beginning to calm down.

"Can you come over for a bit?" she inquired.

"Would if I could, but I may or may not be in Rio at the moment." Mels responded casually.

Lizzie resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "May I ask how you even got to Rio?"

"I know a guy. Or a couple really. I could introduce you, try to get you back on the dating scene."

"No, thanks." she chuckled half heartedly, before she started to nag. "But really Mels? Rio? Amy and Rory's wedding is tomorrow!"

"I already told you, I don't do weddings."

"You could have at least made an appearance at the reception."

"I sent a gift!" she argued back. "I got a great deal on it. Black market stuff is really cheap down here."

Lizzie tried to hold back a grin, rubbing a hand across her face. "Please don't tell me you sent them a kidney."

"Maybe." Both girls broke into a fit of laughter, causing Lizzie to calm down even more.

"So, why do you want me to come over?" Mels asked, once they both had settled. Lizzie bit her lip, deciding that whatever had just happened with River Song might be a little too hard to explain.

"I'm just worried about the wedding." she half lied.

"Shouldn't it be the bride saying that?"

"Okay," she compromised. "I'm worried about the bride. Or more importantly what the bride might do tomorrow."

Mels immediately turned serious. "Why, what's wrong with Amy?"

"She's getting cold feet."

"No. This is not happening. It has to be those two. There's no other option."

"Tell me about it." Lizzie agreed.

"Put her on the phone. I'll talk some sense into her."

"Y-You can't." she stuttered quickly, making something up on the spot. "She's not here."

"What do you mean she's not there Liz?" Mels demanded. "Where is she?"

"She went out on a quick walk." she decided slowly. "She wanted to clear her head."

"And you just let her? You know how she gets! She may be in Germany right now for all we know! Go and find her!"

"Calm down!" Lizzie advised. "There's no reason to get upset! You and I both know she loves Rory. She'll be back."

"Are you sure?" Mels questioned.

She bit her lip, hesitating for a moment before saying, "Positive."

"Alright, if Ms. Perfect thinks everything is fine I guess I'll have to follow suit."

"Everything is going to be fine." Lizzie confirmed, a bit more for herself than Mels.

"Yeah, yeah. I trust you!" Mels groaned. "Well, I better get going. There's a delicious cabana boy across the way calling my name."

She chuckled at her friends choice of words, coming up to sit on the bed.

"Behave." Lizzie chided.

"Badly." Mels retorted, a smirk in her voice. "Oh and by the way, when my present gets there make sure you ice it. Don't want it to spoil."

"Oh, god. Just go get your cabana boy you freak! Love you."

"Love you too!"

Lizzie hung up the phone and tossed it back on her desk. She dramatically fell back on her bed, turning over to look at her clock. 10:35 p.m. it read. In an attempt to shake off the strangeness of the evening, she walked over to her desk and started to write in Amy and Rory's wedding present. She tried to recall every moment since the Doctor had reappeared, either for Amy's future happiness of looking back or for Rory's information of how two people he loved died.

Lizzie was about to finish her retelling of the Starwhale endeavor when she felt something in the room change. As if she wasn't alone anymore. Slowly she turned around in her chair, nearly jumping out her skin when she the Doctor standing in the middle of the room. His back was turned to her.

"Oh god!" she gasped, causing him to turn around. "Could you at least give me a warning next time? I didn't even hear the Tardis!"

Lizzie didn't notice as the Doctor looked around the room in shock, completely stunned. She stood, glancing at her clock. It was 10:55. "Well, a little bit more than a minute after but I'll take it." she continued with a relieved grin, walking up to him. "By the way, who's River Song? She literally just popped into the house, muttering about knowing us and something about Angels. Do you know what that was?"

He didn't say anything, he just kept looking at her.

"What's wrong?" she asked, quickly sensing something was off.

He still didn't say word. He gently reached for her hands, pulling her to him. Slowly he brought his hands up to rest on her cheeks, running his thumbs across the bone as he looked at her deeply. Lizzie looked right back, studying him. Somehow he seemed older, more worn, desperate even.

"What's wrong?" she repeated again, trying to keep them both calm.

Suddenly he pulled her into a very tight hug, burying his face in her hair. He kept muttering something over and over Lizzie couldn't quite make out. The moment she was over the shock of the motion, she hugged him right back.

"I'm sorry Lizzie." he whispered softly, pulling back. "I am so so sorry."

"Yeah, a lot of people have been saying that tonight." she chuckled, attempting to lighten the mood.

The Doctor smiled softly at her, caressing her hair as his eyes turned foggy. He never took his gaze off her, growing steadily closer. By the time he stopped, they were no more than seven-inches apart. Lizzie could feel her heart bang against her chest, hoping he couldn't hear.

"I need you do something for me." he pleaded. She quickly nodded, trying to kept her eyes from roaming his face. "I need you to remember. Remember this moment very clearly Elizabeth. Remember me."

"Doctor, I-I don't understand." she admitted worriedly, placing her hand over his.

He took a deep breath, steadying himself. "Sorry." he smiled. "Bit confusing, I know. I…I probably won't get another chance to say it, so….I...well you mean more to me than anything."

Lizzie's eyes widened even more, a small smirk forming on her face a she searched for his joke. It fell when she meet his eyes, only seeing his open sincerity.

"Don't you ever, ever forget that. Not matter what anyone tells you. You are so beautiful and important and…" Suddenly words seemed to fail the both of them, leaving them to just gaze at each other, both in different ways. Without warning, he pressed his lips firmly to hers. Lizzie's eyes nearly bugged out of her head while the Doctor's stayed tightly shut, focusing with a desperate need. Even though her heart was thumping a million beats in her chest, Lizzie slowly let her lids fall shut. She began to kiss back, unsure of where to put her hands. She would probably never be sure around him again. Her hands finally settled on the lapels of his jacket, tentatively rubbing the tweed. Feeling her response, his hands moved down to her waist. He pulled her tightly against him, deepening the kiss but only for a few seconds. He gently pulled away, but not before placing one more tentative peck on her lips. Lizzie's eyes fluttered open, her breathing short and heavy. The Doctor smiled softly at her.

"I always wondered if you felt that way this far back." he placed a long kiss on her forehead. "I guess I have my answer."

Lizzie could barely look at him as his eyes filled with a sort of…satisfied sadness. She placed her head to rest on his chest as he rubbed small circles on her back. It did not last long as she pulled her head back, blinking at him a few times.

"How did you get in here?" she demanded. "I bolted the door."

The noise of a Tardis landing suddenly filled the air. Lizzie snapped her head from her door to the Doctor, her eyes switching in confusion.

"I've gotta go." he whispered, kissing her on the nose. He pulled back, giving her a grimace. "And you've gotta go to check on Amy. Don't be too cross with her. And don't be too cross with me alright?"

"Wait, I don't-" but she didn't get to finish. She looked back at the door one last time and turned back to look at him, but he had vanished. She was left feeling cold and confused. In a panic, she swung her door open and bolted to Amy's room. Not bothering to knock, she ran in. Her heart skipped a wrenching beat as she watched Amy pressed haughtily against the Doctor, his arms nearly at her waist, their lips locked on one an others.

Oops, cliffhanger ;) And to answer a BIG question for the last chapters, the shirt Lizzie wore was Rose's from New New York, which I believe was the episode where Ten started to fall for Rose. Symbolism huh?

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