So I like this chapter better than the first two, but then again more happens in this one. I think the problem I'm having with this one is the fact that this is the episode leading up to the big finale and then I can start working on the sequel, which I'm excited about! I'm anxious to start it! I hope there's still people out there interested enough to actually want a sequel cause you're getting one anyway. I'll try to remember to put a sneak peek at the end.

Disclaimer: Still don't anything...sad, but true

Amy paced up and down the room, chewing on her nails, her long white wedding dress swishing around her ankles. Everything was going to hell in a hand basket and she had no control over it. Rory had attacked her. Attacked. Dear, sweet Rory who had to have her kill spiders because he didn't have the stomach to and talked baby-talk to practically every animal they ran across. Unless it had more than four legs, that it. Those he ran screaming from. How could he have attacked her like that? It just didn't make sense.

Thank God for Josie. She had come in just in time to see Rory lunging for his bride and pulled him back off her. Maybe a little too roughly considering the cracking sound his head made against the wood floor, but that hadn't really been their main concern at the time. Immediately after, Josie had ushered Amy into a side room and vanished for about half an hour, keeping the door locked, just in case. When she came back she was on the phone with one of her friends – the ones that she'd been with since Halloween. Josie explained (after the call) that they were experts in abnormalities and could probably help. They were on the way to the church now.

Still, Amy couldn't seem to catch a proper breath as Josie rushed out to meet them. When she woke up this morning, everything had seemed so perfect. She was in love, getting married, her best friend and cousin had never seemed happier. Their whole lives were finally coming together after such rocky starts. She should have known it wouldn't last. Nothing like that ever lasted long for her. She just wasn't that lucky.

She was a little startled to see Josie's red, puffy eyes when she came back, leading a tall lanky man in a pinstripe suit with gravity defying brown hair by the hand. She'd been so calm and collected during this whole ordeal, Amy momentarily forgot that Rory was just as much Josie's best friend as he was hers. They were followed by a harsh looking man with big ears and nose in a leather jacket and a small brunette woman wearing a pretty blue dress. The last couple was a very attractive man (stop it, Amy! You're supposed to be getting married) who easily could be a model in any country in the world escorting an older redhead who looked a little lost in the group, as though she wasn't sure what she was doing there.

"Amy," Josie drew her attention back to her, "This is the Doctor, the Professor, Billie, Jack, and Donna."

"You can help Rory?" she immediately asked.

"We'll do whatever we can," the Doctor assured. "Where is he?"

"This way," Josie tugged on his hand, still tightly clasped in hers. In better circumstances Amy might have commented on that, but with her engagement on such thin ice, she wasn't in the mood. Maybe later.

They entered the main chamber of the bridal suite to find Rory duct taped to a chair. The silver material was wound around him from his ankles to his chest and a piece was covering his mouth, muffling the primal screams of rage still issuing from the man. He was paler than Amy had ever seen him and a light sheen of sweat coated his skin. But the most alarming thing was his eyes. There was no pupils, no irises, no whites, just pure red staring up at them. A shiver ran down her spine as she clamped a hand over her mouth to stop a sob from escaping. This was not her Rory.

Josie came over and wrapped her in a hug, "I think we should wait in the other room. Doctor?"

"Hmm?" he glanced up, now wearing glasses and nodded. "Yes, that's fine. Billie? Donna?"

Billie nodded, tugging Donna out by the arm as they followed the two redheads.

"Wait!" the Doctor called and they paused on the threshold. "Poor Billie," he grinned. "The only non-ginger."

Donna turned to the brunette who was gaping incredulously at the man, "Can I slap him?"

"Time and place, Doc," Jack huffed, shaking his head.

"Right, sorry!" The men turned back to examining the thing that was once Rory as the women beat a hasty retreat.

Amy collapsed onto a spindly chair and openly sobbed. She didn't care anymore. Her fiancé was…whatever that was. She had a right to bawl her eyes out if she wanted. The others didn't seem to have any intention of stopping her either. Josie sat down on the floor beside her, her hand resting comfortingly on the back of her head while the two women she didn't know sat down across the room to give them some space, talking in hushed tones.

"Sorry," Amy murmured, wiping her eyes as she finally calmed down some.

"Don't be," a South London accent said. Looking up, Amy found the brunette smiling sympathetically. "You have every right to cry right now."

Amy nodded, but continued in her attempt to pull herself together.

"What happened?" Donna asked. "I mean do you know how he got like that?"

She shook her head, "I was getting ready – doing my make-up – and he came in. I was telling him off. Said it was bad luck for him to see me in my wedding dress. Then he…" She looked to her cousin for help.

"When I came in, he had her pinned to the chaise," she shuddered. "I've never seen Rory act that way. He's usually so sweet. I pulled him off and he kinda hit his head. Got knocked out for a while. I was able to get him onto the chair and tie him up before he started snapping at me. Like a dog. It was horrible. When he looked at me, it was like Rory wasn't there anymore. When I asked why he was doing this…he laughed. Like in a horror movie. And his eyes started turning red. That's when I taped his mouth. I just couldn't take it anymore. So I called you guys." Amy began to quietly cry again after hearing all the details. God, what had happened to her love?

Billie nodded, "I'm sure the boys will sort it and Rory will be fine." She sounded so confident, Amy couldn't help but feel a spark of hope.

"Yeah?" she asked uncertainly.

Billie nodded, smiling slightly. "I'll go tell them everything that happened for you guys."

"Thanks, Billie," Josie smiled.

As she passed, the brunette laid a comforting hand on her friend's shoulder, disappearing back into the other room. They could hear muffled voices, but nothing distinctive before the door closed behind her.

"So," Donna began after a beat of silence. "Duct tape? A little excessive, don't ya think?"

Amy laughed humorlessly as Josie shook her head, "First thing I thought of."

"And who brings duct tape to a wedding anyway?" she asked curiously.

"You never know," Josie defended as Amy laughed harder at the ridiculousness of the situation. Only she would have something like this happen on her wedding day.

Donna shook her head, "You've been hanging around them for too long."

Josie grinned, "Probably."

"I'm lost," Amy admitted, forehead crinkling.

Josie was about to explain when the door opened again, Billie hovered on the threshold, chewing her lip nervously, a sad glint to her eyes.

"Oh God," Amy sobbed. "No! But you said…"

"I'm sorry," the brunette murmured. "They can't do anything."

Josie suddenly got angry, jumping to her feet as Donna came to help console Amy as much as possible. "Can't, or won't?" she hissed out. Billie just shook her head. "Move," Josie pushed past her friend, already shouting before Billie could close the door, drowning out her voice.

A few minutes passed as Amy tried her hardest to stop crying, but then she'd remember Rory and start sobbing all over again. Donna just held onto her, knowing words would be of no use right now. The door burst open again and Josie stormed back in, Billie hot on her heels.

"Just stay with them, Jack," Billie said, closing the door.

"I can't believe this!" Josie ranted. "They're so stupid!"

"Josie," Billie hissed. "Not helping."

"Well!" she continued to shout. "What good are they if they can't do anything? 'Sorry, Josie. Anything we do may kill him.' So stupid!"

Donna hushed them as Amy's sobbing intensified. Josie flinched, murmuring apologies as she rushed to her cousin's side.

Donna joined Billie, "Is there really nothing any of you can do?"

The brunette eyed the door before speaking, "There might be something…"

"Please," Amy gasped, hearing this. "Please, I'll do anything."

"It's not something you could do, Amy…"

"No," Josie jumped up again. "You heard them, Billie. It could kill him and you."

"I'm stronger than them. I've done more than this before."

"I don't care. Don't make me loose two of my best friends in one day!"

"I won't," Billie said quietly. "If you help me…"

"What do you mean? How can I do anything?"

"Will you two please tell me what's going on!" Amy jumped up, frustrated with not knowing something.

"I second that!" Donna agreed, crossing her arms angrily.

Billie sighed, "I can't really explain, exactly, but I have a…special ability that may help."

"Still doesn't explain what I have to do with this," Josie hissed.

Glancing quickly at the other two, Billie pulled the redhead away a little, talking low, though Amy could still catch her words now that she wasn't sobbing uncontrollably, "If I draw some of your psychic energy into me I may be able to overpower him enough to push out the parasite while making sure it doesn't latch onto one of us. But you'll be in danger too, then. We could both die, even if we save Rory." Amy couldn't understand half of that, but she did know they somehow had a way to save Rory, even if it meant costing their lives. She wasn't sure how she felt about that yet. She was just sort of numb, truthfully.

Josie chewed her lip thoughtfully, glancing at Amy from the corner of her eye, who tried to look innocent, turning to Donna who also seemed to have been eavesdropping. They both tried to look like they were deep in conversation while listening carefully to the one across the room.

"Alright," Josie finally answered. "Let's do it. But we have to figure out how to get the guys out of there and distracted long enough for this to work."

"Just leave that to me," Donna said, standing up and striding from the room. Billie shook her head fondly.

"Okay," Josie chuckled weakly. "But what about keeping them out if she fails?"

"She won't," Billie grinned. "But just in case I have these," reaching into a small clutch purse Amy hadn't noticed, she pulled out two long silver pens.

Josie laughed, "Of course you do."

Donna appeared again as Billie hid the pen things again, leading all three guys out the main door in a hurry. Whatever she'd told them seemed to work as the redhead disappeared out the door behind them.

Nodding, Billie went into the room with Rory while Josie took Amy's hands in her own, "Amy, I need you to stay here, okay? No matter what you hear, just stay here."

Weakly, Amy nodded, "Thank you. Whatever you're about to do, thank you. And Billie too."

Teary-eyed, Josie smiled, "Of course. Anytime, Amy. You never even have to ask."

They hugged each other tightly, both knowing this could be the last time they could. As her cousin turned away, Amy felt guilt rise up in her. How could she ask this of these two beautiful, strong women, one of which she had yet to get to know? It was wrong of her to ask them to sacrifice themselves just for the love of her life. Could she really be this selfish? Before the door closed, she caught a glimpse of Rory, slumped against the duct tape, head bowed, hair plastered to his sweaty forehead, and she realized – yes, she really could.