OKAY OKAY I KNOW. I HAVEN'T UPDATED IN A WHILE SO FEEL FREE TO HATE ME. BUT THANKS TO ANY OF THE MERCIFUL BEINGS OUT THERE THAT CHOOSE TO FORGIVE. I definitely have an excuse! I decided to stop publishing the chapters until I had a whole grip of them so that I could start updating on a weekly basis, but... School and Tumblr and life. THE GOOD NEWS is that I actually do have a grip of chapters, so for the next few weeks, I will be updating on a weekly basis(:

But let's get down business now! Since it's been so long, I shall remind all readers that if they send in a review, I will send them a sneak peek of the next chapter. Also, legal matters. Anything you've seen on the real show of Doctor Who (you know, the one you find on TV on that one channel called BBC?) is not mine. Totally belongs to BBC and troll king, Steven Moffat. I'm sorry if this news shocks you. The title is a line from "I Just Wanna Run" by Downtown Fiction. The whole song kinda reminds of the Doctor, really, but... The title is kinda how ganger!Amy is feeling haha.

I just want to say thanks to anyone that's still following along with the story! I'm trying my best to finish it up for you guys!

"I'm going to kill her," Amy seethed.

Madame Vastra exchanged a look with John as she held the human woman on the bed. Melody sat off to the side on a white chair, her feet kicking back and forth playfully. The fact that she was holding an alien machine gun shattered that image of innocence. John cleared his throat as his fingers moved across a keyboard that gave him readings on Amy's health. He frowned at the screen.

Amy noticed. "What is it?" she asked.

"Well, I'm just reading your vital signs," John said, "We haven't done any real scans yet, but… Your stamina is down. Well, everything is down." He didn't lie to Amy. Lying wouldn't make her any better, and it certainly wouldn't improve her mood. John saw the levels of veritoxin in her blood and knew how dangerous it was getting. Actually, it was way past dangerous at this point. It was beyond deadly for a human at the levels Amy had. John might hold back on that part.

The reptilian woman noticed Melody's alarm and Amy's still-present confusion. "Is there anyway to reverse it?" To be honest, Vastra wasn't just asking for the well-being of Amy. She was also doing it for the well-being of the Doctor. Because the well-being of the Doctor was the well-being of the universe. If the girl he was in love with died, the rage and the sadness, the renewed loneliness… Vastra didn't know if time and space could handle it.

John pursed his lips slightly, then relaxed them. An angular eyebrow lifted up and he sighed. "I suppose so," the man replied, rubbing a hand over his face, "We'll have to detox her bloodstreams, and it'll be difficult with such high percentages. If it goes any higher, it's like her whole circulatory system will be veritoxin-"

"But now that they're not poisoning her, she'll be okay," Melody pointed out, though her childishness didn't leave her. She bit her lip, looking at her mother doubtfully. "Won't she?"

"Can we stop talking about me like I'm not here?" Amy interjected grumpily, "I'm right here, thanks, and I would love to know what's going on!"

Vastra sighed. "We think you were poisoned," she said, "Both the Doctor and John Smith here found out that you have high levels of veritoxin, a truth gas. It's much more advanced than your time, but apparently it's filling your system right now."

Amy arched an eyebrow. "And since when were truth gases so bad?" she asked, "Not that I want to say everything I think, but it's not like it's that dramatic, yeah?"

The reptilian looked at Amy for a long moment. "The problem is that you should be dead by now. The amount of veritoxin in your system... It's impossible that you're standing and breathing right here with us."

Melody turned her head to look at her mother, afraid. Amy knew that she should be strong for her daughter, that she should hide her own fear, but she just couldn't. That only made her more scared. She was supposed to be dead, but she wasn't, and she couldn't control herself. Amy needed the Doctor here, to hold her and kiss her forehead and tell her that she was going to be alright. But she didn't know if that was going to work this time. From the look on John's face, this was a situation that even a clone of a Time Lord couldn't solve.

"You know, the Silence should really give up on hiring women to kill me," the Doctor scoffed, "Some might admire their persistence, but I think they're just being really uncreative."

Amy shrugged. It was hard to not laugh at his jokes. It was hard to be on this side of the pointed weapon. But there was no other way that this could work. The universe was counting on her. "They corrected their mistake," Amy said, "With my daughter, they took a girl you didn't know, the daughter of the woman you love. Seeing as how that didn't worked, they decided to go straight to the source."

The Doctor smirked humorlessly. "Why take the milk when you can have the whole cow?"

"It's not like it didn't work," she pointed out, "While you were always so suspicious of River… You never once questioned me." Amy watched the Doctor closely, how his jaw twitched and his hands, which had balled into fists, tightened. There was a flash of betrayal in his eyes, of embarrassment and humiliation, and Amy knew what he was thinking. "You shouldn't have ever fallen for me, Doctor."

"I didn't fall for you," he frowned.

She smiled, but it wasn't quite there. Amy just… Pitied him. "I know. I'm not her," she said for him, "But I want you to know that we're still very much alike. You are my friend-"

"Friends don't shoot friends last time I checked," he interrupted, not going to mention how very untrue that was.

"You know you can't live, Doctor. The oldest question in the universe will be answered here today. At Trenzalore. At least I'll be merciful about it."

The Doctor rolled his eyes. "You know, I've kept my name under wraps for hundreds of years. The lack of faith to keep it secret is a bit insulting."

Her grip on the gun tightened and she shook her head. "Not this time, Doctor," she murmured, "It's all catching up, everything that's been chasing you and Amy. It's in the air."

"What do you mean 'it's in the air'?" he asked, narrowing his eyes.

Amy shook her head. "It doesn't matter now." She had to do this and she had to do it now. "I'm sorry, Doctor." Everything in her hurt, but she had to remember who she was. She wasn't the woman he was in love with. She wasn't his best friend. John and the Doctor were completely separate people now, the only things binding them together being their past memories. It was just like her and the real Amy. She didn't need her to define what she was. And though the real Amy would never do this, her clone would. She exhaled, and feeling a moment of weakness, squeezed her eyes shut. She pulled the trigger.

"But I've been with my mum the whole time," Melody told everyone, "Why's she the only one?"

Vastra looked at the young child. "They didn't need to poison you."

The redhead sat on the table, not looking at anyone. She couldn't. She felt tears roll down her cheeks, unable to stop them and now knowing why. Amy had been feeling too emotional for a while, and while she'd thought it was exhaustion, she now knew it was something else entirely. "So, I'm dying," she managed.

John frowned, his eyes sad. Amy smirked through her tears. "God, you're just like him in some ways," she said, "He gives me that same look whenever something's wrong with me. Like I've got cancer or something."

"Well, they're not very different scenarios," he shrugged, a corner of his lips twitching up. But that look was still there, the one that made Amy feel like a dog being put down to sleep. "Something inside your body that's slowly killing you?"

"Yeah, you're both also really bad at comforting," Amy nodded, laughing a bit. She stopped, wiping her tears. "Can we… I need to joke around right now, alright? Just… Keep me distracted, because if I think about it anymore, I'm going to kill myself before this vera-whatever has the chance to."

"Mum-" Melody started.

Amy looked at her, forgetting about how that might affect her daughter to hear something like that. "Sorry, Mels," she muttered, "Ugh, I hate this stupid truth thing."

Vastra smiled softly at Amy. She didn't have the best sense of humor, but she would honor Amy's dying wish, because that's exactly what it was. "Don't worry," she said, "We won't interrogate you about your deepest, darkest secrets just yet, Amy."

Bang!

Everyone jumped at the loud sound that echoed through the halls. They were all killers, all soldiers in some way though, and they knew what that sound was. Amy's stomach filled with dread. She prayed that this would be the one time that the Doctor was the one behind the gun. But she knew that he never was.

"Doctor!" she cried, shooting up from the hospital bed. She felt weak and sick, but she had to go to him. Adrenaline pushed her, but she knew she was still slow. Amy ran as fast as she could down the hall, having to stay near the wall to push herself against it. Vastra and John were already ahead of her, but Melody stayed with her mother, helping her along. "Help him!" she shouted at the two ahead of her. Either way, the Doctor would need it. If he had finally used a gun to shoot someone… Amy didn't know what it would be like, because the idea just seemed so impossible.

The Doctor was laying on the glass floor of the TARDIS when John and Vastra came in. He always liked how warm it was from the glow of his ship's heart just beneath it. "Doctor?!" Vastra called down to him. She snapped her head up to the clone, who still had her gun pointed at him, her chest heaving and her eyes wide. The reptilian woman hissed at her, her tongue flicking out.

The Time Lord sat up a bit, shifting his weight and gritting his teeth in pain. "No! I'm fine," he gasped, attempting to stand up. John immediately came to his side and helped him, but the clone Amy stopped him.

"Touch him and I'll shoot!" she threatened, earning another hiss from Vastra.

"Don't kill her!" the Doctor shouted, "Just nobody move!"

"Doctor, this isn't your Amy," Vastra reminded him angrily.

He saw the real Amy, his Amy practically limping into the room. She was doubled over, holding her stomach and breathing hard. The Doctor's two hearts broke at the sight of her, but he couldn't do this. He couldn't think about it. It was becoming so difficult to focus his energy into a distraction. "We need her," the Doctor said, looking over at Amy, "You were right about one thing. You're quite like my Amy. She's a lousy shot too."

"I'd hit you right now if I could… Reach you," the real Amy managed.

He chuckled. "Good thing I'm quick and used to dodging bullets, too," the Doctor shrugged, "Got me, but nothing fatal." He revealed the red spot in his abdomen. The blood was cool and sticky, the bloodstain fastly growing on his tweed jacket. The Doctor knew he could use a bit of regeneration energy to heal it, but first… "Tell me what you meant… Before."

The clone shook her head. "Doctor-"

"You've already failed!" he interrupted, "You shoot and kill me now, I have three and a half people to kill you immediately after. And if you're anything like my Amy, that's an outcome you don't want." Amy wasn't the martyr type. She was the one that would fight up until her last moment to live. The Doctor liked that about her, because even if some people said it was selfish of her, it was what he needed. He needed someone to fight during the moments he decided his life was less valuable than something else.

Amy looked at her clone, leaning against the railings as she made her way down the stairs. "Answer him," she said, "We both know you're not going to make it out of this alive if you don't. Because if they don't kill you, I will."

"Amy-" John started, but Amy shushed him.

"You don't think I know what you did?" she asked, "I saw everything. Whenever I went to sleep, I saw you." She saw the adventures, the laughs, the love… She watched her Doctor fall for it every time she closed her eyes. Amy continued to walk closer to her clone, who started to look nervous about who she should be pointing her gun at now. "And if you don't think I'm not royally pissed off, then the Silence is going to have to start improving the intelligence of you stupid things!"

The ganger stood there, examining everyone in the room and the likelihood that she would get out. If John or Amy weren't able to get her, she knew Vastra would. She knew what a Silurian's bite could do. And then there was Melody… Who she desperately just wanted to leave with. There wasn't any way. She had to tell them about the truth of Trenzalore, even if it would send the Doctor running away. But that was the thing with him and Amy. No matter how much they ran, it was always going to be right on their heels.

She looked at Amy, her eyes widening. Even if it hadn't ever been her experience, her room, her wall… It still struck the same fear in her, just as it did to anyone else in the universe that knew its true nature. "The crack in our bedroom wall," she murmured. "It's here."

"No," the Doctor replied, "I closed those cracks!"

Immediately, her eyes met his. Amy meanwhile, tried to hold on even tighter to the railing. For some reason, that crack was her biggest fear, even bigger than the Weeping Angels and the Silence. And she had no idea why. "Not this one," the ganger argued, "This one was re-opened… Just this one. The Silence knew you'd investigate if you ever found out, so they centered their base here… To keep you from it."

The Doctor frowned in confusion. Vastra stole the next question right from him though. "What do you mean?" she asked. She knew about the cracks in time that the TARDIS' explosion had caused. The Doctor had told her all about that. "They do realize what happens with a crack in time, don't they? It'll swallow this whole planet up! Why not let the man who fixed millions of them fix one more?"

"No," Amy said softly, looking up, "Doctor, you can't go back in there… What if I can't get you out this time?"

"He doesn't need to go in," the ganger replied. Her arm ached from holding the gun up, but she kept it where she was. She trusted the Doctor not to hurt her, but she couldn't speak for the others. "It's something that's trying to get out."

"What?" the Doctor asked, frustration in his voice. He always got so irritated when he didn't know the most about the situation, "What is it?"

The ganger sighed, giving him a sad look. "The thing you've been running from for hundreds of years."

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