Hi, guys! Long time, no see eh?(; No, actually I will definitely pride myself on the fact that this interval was shorter than my last! ANYWAYS. I was going to post this yesterday, seeing as that was the day I watched the series 8 premiere in the theaters, but... After party. Drinks. Pizza. Passed out. Yeah... I'M HERE NOW THOUGH. And I'm still a little uncertain about 12, but I think I can see myself growing to love him.

Now, let's get down to business to defeat the Hun, shall we? The chapter title was taken out of the song "Shark in the Water" by VV Brown. It's kind of a hint as to what the next chapters are going to be about since this one is kinda a filler. ALSO. I own nothing. They all belong to Steven Moffat and BBC, I promise. Also, review to get a sneak peek.

Alright, I'm done now! Enjoy!

Amy didn't fully understand what her ganger was saying, not at first. But it was clear that the Doctor knew. His face turned paler than she'd seen before, and there was that look in her eye, a look she had seen before on very rare occasions. When he talked about Gallifrey. It wasn't a popular subject for either to talk about. They both were so great at avoiding their emotional problems, and Amy didn't like it when the Doctor got like this. His old eyes filled with anger, guilt, regret, and loss. When she saw him look at the ganger with those eyes, she knew.

The Time Lords.

"That's impossible," John murmured, then gestured toward the Doctor and himself, "We sealed them off. It can't be them!"

The ganger shook her head. "But it is," she said, "When the TARDIS exploded, it caused cracks in all the parts of the universe that it had ever been. All the parts that weren't sealed off." She trained her eyes on the Doctor, her gun still aimed at him even though it was pointless to even pretend she was going to shoot him anymore. They were right. The ganger's survival chances didn't look good right now.

The Doctor shook his head, and Amy watched as his walls went back up, just leaving the anger. "It doesn't matter! I sealed them off before, I can do it again!"

"The password-" the ganger continued

"I won't say it!" He knew very well. Gallifreyan was a beautiful language, one that could create stars as well as destroy them, give life to universes and seal them off to face their own endless doom. And there was one word that the Doctor knew very well would bring back his people, undo the choice he made centuries ago.

"You won't have a choice!" the ganger shouted back, "You can't run anymore, Doctor." Then turned her head to look at Amy. "And neither can you. I'm sorry. But this is where the Doctor will die, Amy. And you and everyone else in this universe will too if he doesn't die before he reaches the crack."

The Doctor's hands clenched into fists. He would not be told when he was to die, nor would he ever think about Amy dying, as inevitable as it always had been. The Time Lord opened his mouth to say so, but it seemed their argument was going to be put on hold, someone crashing in through the doors.

Rory had fought a lot of difficult foes in his long life, including the life he lived guarding the Pandorica, and he had fought the Silence too, which was more than he could say for mostly all his other comrades. Experience didn't exactly help when you couldn't remember it, though. He turned about, making sure to always check all sides of him, to linger his gazes and keep his gun ready. For the thousandth time, he was so happy that the Doctor hadn't tried to convince him to wear that Centurion outfit again. Rory could only imagine how those skirts would be swishing right now.

The headquarters of the Silence were quite stranger than last time at Demon's Run, or even in the reality that never happened on the Great Pyramids. Everything was metal and glass, though none of the windows opened, all sealed with the melted metal that formed the walls. And there were loud machines that looked like generators dispersed sporadically through the halls. And plants. Apparently, the Silence had decided to go green.

"Rory!" Martha shouted over the sound of electric bolts, gunshots, and cries of falling soldiers. The man darted his head over to where her voice had come from, seeing Mickey slumped and supported by her shoulders. He knew he wasn't dead, supporting himself as much as he could while his wife shushed him. She looked back to Rory. "I'm taking him back to the TARDIS," she told him as he made his way over, "I need you to cover me!"

Mickey had become quite a friend to Rory over the short amount of time they'd known each other. After all, they had so much in common, even with Rory not truly knowing the full relationship with the Doctor and Amy. He had seen some of their men fall already, WWII soldiers and pirates, but he'd be damned if Mickey was lost. Rory made sure to guard them to his best abilities as they ran down the halls. The three felt a small bit of accomplishment at how far they had pushed the Silence, the hallways they were walking in now littered with the enemy soldiers. The Silence hadn't been expecting such an ambush.

Rory could see from Mickey's injury that it would be fine, not life-threatening at all if they got the blood to stop. The TARDIS would have what they needed. They moved quickly and quietly, Mickey groaning a couple times as Martha tried to rush him, which only led to her trying to calm and console him. Rory gave a small nod at the few people securing the hall. If he had killed any Silence along the way, he couldn't remember now. One thing was for sure though, their unforgettable soldiers weren't focused on the TARDIS anymore. For now, Rory added, having learned to expect the worst in these sorts of situations.

He threw open the blue doors, ushering Martha and Mickey in, though Rory stopped and stared with wide eyes at the new scene he was taking in, something he hadn't expected to see.

Normally, the idea of two Amys would distract Rory in a different way, but there was so many things wrong with this picture that made the fantasy not even worth focusing on at the present moment. Firstly, there were two Amys, one with a gun pointed at the Doctor, who already looked injured. Secondly, his daughter. Thirdly, one of the Amys looked very weak, too weak. The stronger, healthier one turned to look at him, her eyes unreadable. This was the one he'd been with. She was still wearing the same outfit.

"I…. I'm confused," Rory said, holding up a finger slowly. The Doctor didn't even roll his eyes this time, as he usually did.

"What the bloody hell is going on?" Martha asked, staring up at the situation for herself and getting straight to the point. She had just been in here less than a half an hour ago and things had been fine. She was happy to see the Doctor alive, of course, even if he was shot, but right now she was more focused on the fact that her husband had been shot. "Rory," she said, turning back, "Lock the doors. I'm taking Mickey to the medical bay. Try to get the Doctor in there."

Rory nodded, following Martha up the stairs. He noticed the sick Amy smile tearfully. He was scared of this Amy, whatever she was. She was a mess, and not like the kind of mess she was in the morning with her hair all over the place on their pillows, long limbs stretched in every direction possible and taking up the majority of their mattress. This was a different kind, a scary kind. She almost looked like death, and she was slowly trying to make her way to him. He met her halfway. Rory had no idea what was going on, if she was even the real Amy, but there was a chance that she was. And she was reaching out to him. Rory wouldn't refuse.

"I missed you," Amy breathed, burying her face into his shoulder only briefly before she pulled away, "Now kick the other one's backside, will ya? Seeing as I'm dyin' and all."

His eyes widened. "What?" Rory asked. He snapped his head towards the Doctor and the other Amy. "What the hell is going on? What's wrong with Amy?!"

"She was held captive by the Silence and replaced with this one," the Time Lord answered quickly, "Who shot me and is now even more outnumbered than before. Did you know I helped invent the Roman numeral system?"

"Doctor!" Rory sighed, exasperated. He was already having a hard time processing the other things, "We don't have time for your bloody stories!"

The Doctor pursed his lips. "I'm actually… Not quite sure why I said that…" he said slowly, "Interesting."

"What is?" Sick Amy asked.

"Working on it," the Doctor replied, "But… Right now, I don't have time because I have to hit this gun out of your ganger's hand!" Luckily he'd said it while he was getting up to take it out, or else it wouldn't have worked. He smacked her arm, the gun falling out of her hands and landing just feet from them. Vastra shot out her tongue, hitting it across the room. The Doctor grinned triumphantly. "I don't know why I explained that either!"

His grin quickly turned into a sour look directed towards the ganger. "Grab her," the Doctor ordered. The ganger tried to run, but Vastra and John had her. "First, med bay. Second, answers from Ganger Pond. Third, get rid of the Silence, and fourth, close that crack and go home. Sound like a plan, everyone?"

Everyone nodded, Rory helping the Doctor and Amy down the hall as Vastra and John escorted the ganger. John muttered, "I don't remember the Doctor making so many plans before. Suppose you can teach an old dog new tricks."

The Doctor almost responded, but he was in no mood to joke around right now. Ganger Amy had given him answers, but not enough. He wanted to find out what was happening to Amy, to save her and everyone that he had brought to this place. And he wanted to close that damn crack in time.

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