Cleaves was in the lead as the Doctor, Azezela, Amy, and the rest of the crew followed after her through the twist and turns of the monastery. She turned and started to lead them down a narrow passageway, only for them to come to a stop as they caught sight of blue and even a few brown eyes staring back at them from where one of the Ganger's had stuck them onto the stone wall, watching them.

"Ah," the Doctor remarked, holding his light out towards the wall for them see better, the eyes tracking his movement, "The eyes have it".

Azezela moved a little closer to them looking at them curiously. "The eyes are the windows to the soul."

Amy frowned, "Why are they here?" she questioned.

"To accuse."

"Ignore them," Cleaves told them; nodding at the eyes, "It's not far," she gestured for them to continue down the passageway.

They set off again, the Doctor taking Azezela's hand as they walked. Another rumble shook the island, causing the group to pause and grab the walls until it had passed, looking warily at each other before continuing down the passageway. They reached a door and hurried into a large chamber, the Doctor and Cleaves heading straight over to a set of controls at the side of the room, trying to change the settings.

"Too late." Azezela muttered

"It's a chemical chain reaction now. I can't stop it," the Doctor sighed, as he rushed around trying to fix things, "This place is going to blow sky high".

Cleaves looked to him, "Exactly how long have we got?" she asked urgently.

"Hard to say," the Doctor said thoughtfully, anxiously clapping his hands, "An hour? Five seconds? somewhere in between".

There was a loud crash from somewhere nearby and they all flinched as a klaxon began wailing throughout the room as lights starting flashing. The machinery started hissing as bursts of steam started firing out from the machine panels.

"Out!"

Amy was the first to run out of the room and back down the passageway, the others right on her heels as the sound of sparks flying sounded from back in the room. They continued down the corridor, when Amy's steps faltered, catching sight of something ahead of them.

"Oh, thank God," Rory said as he caught sight of his wife, relief crossing his face, "Alright?"

"Oh, Rory!" Amy gasped, running straight to him, and throwing her arms around him, hugging him tightly, "Oh, Rory".

"oh, thank Odin," Azezela broke into a smile at the sight of Rory. Only the other Doctor to worry about now.

Rory looked back to them from over Amy's shoulder, "There's a way out," he informed them, letting Amy go, "Jennifer found it. A secret tunnel under the crypt".

"From the crypt?" Cleaves repeated, frowning at him, "It's not in the schematics".

"It runs right out of the monastery," he explained, seeming to be very sure of himself as he glanced at Azezela and the Doctor, "Maybe even under the TARDIS. Follow me," he turned and began to head off down the passageway.

The others followed after him as the Doctor and Azezela hesitated, exchanging a small look before going after them.

"He's pulling something." Azezela told him annoyed.

"I know."


They reached the Acid Room and Cleaves pushed the heavy metal door open, stepping into the room and down a set of steps, the others following behind her. At the bottom of the stairs, in the middle of the room, was a large circular vat that was filled with bubbling acid. The Doctor and Cleaves headed straight over to the vat.

"We can't leave without Buzzer," Jimmy frowned as he came down the stairs, shaking his head.

Cleaves paused and looked back to him, "I'll go back for him," she replied, moving to make her way back up the stairs as the other filed into the room.

"Ah, Doctor, look..." Rory began, still standing in the doorway, "I'd better tell you. I haven't been quite straight with you..."

They looked back up to the doorway, just in time to see Ganger Jennifer smirking as she grabbed the door and slammed it shut on them, leaving her and Rory outside in the passageway.

"Rory!" the Doctor shouted as he dashed back up the stairs. Cleaves beat them to it, quickly trying to pull the door back open, but Ganger Jennifer locked it before she even got a chance, looking back to them through a small circular window.

Rory frowned, turning back to Ganger Jennifer, "Hang on, Jen," he said to her, looking confused as the Doctor and Doctor tried to door, but not even Azezela could get it open as she shot spell after spell at it, she didn't have her wand she couldn't do much, with that many people stood next to the door. "We don't need to lock them up. We should just show them what we've found," he tried opening the door.

"I don't think so," she shook her head, still smirking cruelly.

"Rory Pond!" the Doctor yelled through the glass to him, "Roranicus Pondicus!" he furiously banged on the door.

"Rory!" Amy cried, joining them at the door, "What the hell are you playing at?"

Rory looked back to them, moving closer to the window, "They've been throwing away old Flesh and leaving it to rot, alive!" he told them, "I think the world should see that".

"Rory there is no time." The Doctor shouted, before saying more calmly. "The factory's about to explode."

He looked quickly back to Ganger Jennifer, alarmed, "Are you sure about this?" he asked her, unsettled by just how frightened Amy seemed to be, "Because I'm not. Let them out".

"The little girl got strong," Jennifer smiled at him, a funny glint in her eyes.

"What?"

"The little girl lost on the moors in her red wellies, looking for a way home?" she reminded him, her smile broadening, "Well, she got strong, Rory. I told you, remember?"

He frowned, confused, "But that wasn't...it was the other Jennifer that told me about being a little girl".

"Oh?" she raised her eyebrows, smirking, "What other Jennifer?" her eyes flashed inhumanely blue.

"Well, the...the, er..." he stared back at her, seeming to be shocked that she was a Ganger. She grabbed his arm, "Wait, you tricked me? Let me go," he tried struggling against her grip, "I'll open the door," he managed to turn back to the door, reaching back out for it, "Let me..." she started to drag him away as he looked to Amy, "I'm sorry!"

Amy desperately pounded against the door as her husband was dragged away and out of sight, "No!" she screamed, hitting the door one last time before turning away, hugging herself.

Cleaves moved closer to the door, just as her own Ganger stepped into view. She paused and stepped closer to the glass, "We have to be free," she said to her, moving to walk away.

"I'm sorry too, Miranda," Cleaves called to her, making her stop and look back to her, "Of all the humans in the world, you had to pick the one with the clot," she grinned at her, pointing up to her head, "But hey, them the breaks. Welcome to the human race".

The Ganger eyed her for a moment, seeming to be taking in the news for a moment before she turned and walked away.

Azezela sat down on the stairs, leaning her head against the wall watching as The Doctor walked around the acid vat, examining it carefully, "This is going to overheat and fill the room with acid," he announced to the room after a moment, trying hard not to let his own panic show, "Just as a point of interest".

"And we can't stop it?" Cleaves said, already knowing the answer.

"Just as a point of interest, no".

"Azezela?" She asked desperately.

"If I use too much magic now, it'll just speed everything along." Azezela told her with a sigh. "Technology and magic do not get along."


Dicken was busy lowering a large lid from above the vat to cover it, just trying to find a way to try and slow down the impending explosion that would see all of them dead within seconds now that they were trapped inside the Acid Room. Azezela was still sat on the stairs quietly, seeming to be completely out of it, as she stared at the wall a little.

"It'll never hold her," Jimmy remarked as he watched the lid slowly lower down towards the vat.

"If you have a better plan, I'm all ears," the Doctor called to him from the other side of the vat, "In fact, if you have a better plan, I'll take you to a planet where everyone is all ears".

The lid closed over the vat, locking into place.


Cleaves carefully bent down slightly to take a closer look at the shaking lid over the vat, smoke hissing out of the edge, "The acid's eating through..." she commented warily.

This caught Azezela's attention "Get back!" she cried, just as the building shock again and a hot burst of stem came from the vat, but the Doctor was faster, and he managed to pull Cleaves back before it could hit her face.


The lid of the vat was shaking even worse now as Jimmy struggled with it, trying to keep it locked down as the others stood back, watching warily. Suddenly, a burst of steam flew out and hit Jimmy in his chest, causing him to cry out in agony as he stumbled back, clutching at his chest. The Doctor and Dicken leaped forward, pulling him away from the vat as Azezela dashed to Jimmy's side. Above them, the door opened, and Jimmy's Ganger ran into the room, dashing down the stairs to them.

"Let me through!" the Ganger shouted, running over to kneel by Jimmy's head as the Doctor carefully eased him onto the floor. He gently cradled Jimmy's head.

Azezela shot spell after spell at his stomach but the acid had already eaten through him completely. "There's nothing I can do, the acid has reached his heart." She shook her head. "I can fix the heart or remove the acid, I can't do both."

The Ganger nodded, looking back down to his original self, "Hang in there, mate," he urged him.

Jimmy gasped for breath, looking up to him, "I'm quite handsome from this angle".

"I'm...sorry. I'm the fake. Adam deserves his real dad".

"Shut up".

"What do you want me to do?" he asked, staring down at him, watching as he grew weaker, "Anything. Just say".

"The way things are, mate," he hiccupped for breath, his voice growing softer, "It's up to you now," he grabbed a leather cord from around his neck and pressed it into his Ganger's hands, "Be a dad. You remember how," his eyes slipped closed and he died. The Ganger stared down at him for a long moment before slowly opening his palm to see a gold wedding band on the leather cord, glinting in the light.

"Jimmy Wicks..." the Doctor began, making the rather shocked Ganger look up. He smiled at him, "You're a dad".


"Daddy?" Adam's hologram called through the dining hall while Rory, Ganger Cleaves, and the Ganger Doctor waited for the others. The little boy shuffled on the spot, trying to look around the room, "Where's my Daddy?"

The Ganger Doctor straightened from where he had been leaning over the table, looking up just in time see Ganger Jimmy step into the room, looking quite shocked as he walked over towards the hologram. The others quickly followed, Rory running straight to Amy and throwing his arms around her, hugging her tightly while Cleaves came to stand by her own Ganger. Azezela smirked slightly seeing the granger doctor, so she pressed a kiss to the Doctor's lips before moving over and hugging him, kissing him quickly as well. Before turning to watch as Ganger Jimmy slowly walked over to the hologram of Adam.

"Daddy, it's me!" Adam told him excitedly, catching sight of his father.

Ganger Jimmy grinned, laughing slightly nervously, "Hey, sunshine. What are you up to?"

"Opening all of my presents".

"Ha, ha, good lad," he said fondly, laughing again, "You have fun today. And remember your Dad...he loves you very, very much".

"When are you coming home?"

"Daddy's coming home Today, Adam." The doctor said as he moved into the phone's screen.

"Yay!" Adam shouted, dancing on the spot in his slippers.

Ganger Jimmy laughed, watching his son.

The Doctor looked around to everyone, his expression very serious, "Now, we need to move," he said, taking Azezela's hand and leading them out of the room, the others right on their heels.

They ran through the monastery, horns blaring and lights flashing as they went, only to come to a quick stop as they rounded a corner of a passageway to find a misshapen Ganger Jennifer that seemed to have some way to stretch out her entire body making her twice as tall as she once was, so much so that she was forced to move on all fours. She growled and hissed at them, looking every bit the monster that Ganger Cleaves had said she had become.

"Crap." Azezela swore angrily looking up at the creature in front of her.

"Run," the Doctor told them, tightening his grip on Azezela's hand, "Run," he looked back to them when they didn't move, to stunned by what they were witnessing to, "Run!" he shouted, ushering them back.

Ganger Jennifer chased after them as they took off around a corner and down another corridor, running as fast as they could as the sound of Jennifer's animalistic growls sounded behind them, all the while the ground beneath their feet trembled. They ran through an open door and into another large room, the Doctor skidding to a halt, blocking the others from moving any further into the room as they looked up at the shaking ceiling.

"Ooh, the roof's going to fall!" the Doctor remarked, eyeing the dust that had begun to fall.

Dicken's and his Ganger slammed the door shut as everyone ran in, both using their body weights to try and reinforce it, "We have to stop her," Ganger Dicken said to his original self, before looking back to the others, "This door doesn't lock!"

"No, but the far one does!" Dicken realised, and grabbed the door handle, pulling it open and running out before anyone could stop him. He took off running back down the hallway as they all watched tensely from the doorway. He reached a door in the middle of the passageway that had been left open and struggled with it, desperately trying to pull it away from the wall to close it, but it was jammed. Ganger Jennifer appeared at the end of the passageway and began running towards him, knocking barrels over in her wake, but in his desperation to close the door, he accidently broke the handle and the lock. Finally, he managed to move the door and began to close it, leaving himself trapped on the wrong side, blocking the door.

"No!" Ganger Dicken shouted, hearing the pained screams of Dicken echo up to them as he died trying to give them some time.

Azezela dragged him away from the door allowing the others a chance to slam the door shut behind them.

The Ganger Doctor looked back up to the groaning ceiling, breaking into a smile, "Here she comes," he commented happily, stepping backwards, just as the TARDIS fall straight through the ceiling with a cloud of dust and dirt before him.

"Oh, she does like to make an entrance!" the Doctor laughed, grinning from where he stood by the door.

"As expected," Azezela rolled her eyes

The Ganger Doctor flashed them both a wide smile and reached into his pocket, dashing up to the TARDIS doors and unlocking them, swinging them open as he looked back to them, "Everyone move!" he called back to them, gesturing them towards the TARDIS.

Another violent quake hit.

The Ganger Doctor nodded, looking back to Ganger Dicken, Ganger Cleaves, and Amy, "Go, go, go, go!" he urged them, lightly pushing Ganger Dicken towards the time machine. The man hurried to do as he said, dashing over and into the TARDIS.

"Get on board!" Ganger Cleaves ordered her original self, seeing her hesitating, "Go!"

"I'm not leaving," Cleaves replied, shaking her head stubbornly.

There was a sharp bang on the door from the outside, almost causing Amy, Ganger Cleaves, and the Doctor to be completely knocked off the door, but luckily, they managed to keep their balance.

Ganger Cleaves rolled her eyes at herself, giving her a firm look, "Go".

She paused again, before finally turning and making a run for the TARDIS, too.

"Hey," Amy grabbed the Doctor's arm, catching his attention, "Now's our chance".

"I have to stay," he told her, his eyes moving to rest on Azezela. She looked at him sadly, "Hold this door closed. Give you time to dematerialise".

"Oh, don't be crazy," she groaned, sighing, "Okay, what happens to you?"

"Well, this place is just about to explode. But I can stop her".

"Both of you can survive this, okay? There has to be a way," she looked over to Azezela desperately.

The Ganger Doctor came to stand beside Azezela as she just shook her head sadly at Amy, his eyes on Amy, "Or perhaps you think I should stay instead...Mr Smith?" he said, glancing at the Doctor.

Amy frowned slightly, "No, of course not," she shook her head, moving away from the door and over to them, "But look, this man, I've flown with him, you know?" he raised his eyebrows at her, "And you are amazing and yeah, I misjudged you, but you're not him. I'm sorry".

"Amy, we swapped shoes," the Doctor, or rather the actual Ganger Doctor, told her, his back still pressed against the door.

"It's true," Azezela agreed as Amy blinked, confused. She glanced at the Doctor beside her, the original one, "He's the Doctor, they've been acting the entire time".

"And I'm the Flesh," the Ganger Doctor added from the door.

There was another loud bang on the door, making Ganger Cleaves and the Ganger Doctor flinch.

"You can't be," Amy frowned, shaking her head as she looked back to the proper Doctor by Azezela, before turning back to his Ganger, "You're the real him".

"No, I'm not," the Ganger Doctor said quickly, slightly more focused on the loud growling that they could hear through the door, "And I haven't been all along".

"They swapped shoes back in the evac tower," Azezela sighed deeply, looking at Amy resolutely.

"What?" she gasped, looking back and forth between them, stunned by what she was hearing.

"I'm the original Doctor, Amy," the Doctor said again, making her look back to him, "We had to know if we were truly the same. It was important, vital that we learn about the Flesh, and we could only do that through your eyes".

Amy slowly turned to look back to the Ganger Doctor, staring at him for a long moment, before moving to throw her arms around him in a tight hug, "I never thought it possible..." she murmured.

"What?" the Ganger asked, hugging her back just as tightly.

"You're twice the man I thought you were".

He smiled very slightly, exchanging a quick look with the Doctor and Azezela over her shoulder, "Push, Amy," he whispered in her ear, growing serious. She froze in his arms, completely confused, "But only when she tells you to".

There was another loud bang on the door, this time even more violent than before, and the Ganger Doctor hurriedly released Amy to jump back into position with his back against the door to help Ganger Cleaves.

"Amy!" Rory called from behind them, waiting outside the TARDIS doors, "Come on!"

Amy turned and ran past them, heading for the TARDIS with Rory.

The Ganger Doctor looked back to them, "Well, my death arrives, I suppose," he remarked, trying to sound light.

"But this one, we're not invited to," the Doctor said.

Azezela frowned sadly hearing him say that.

"Pardon?" his Ganger frowned slightly.

"Nothing," the Doctor replied, clearing his throat slightly He looked back over to his Ganger, "Your molecular memory can survive this, you know".

The Doctor reached into his pocket and pulled out his sonic screwdriver, tossing it over to his Ganger, who easily caught it. He pointed back to him, smiling, "Yeah, well, if I turn up to nick all your biscuit then you'll know you were right, won't you?" he finished. His smile dimmed slightly as he looked back to his original self, nodding to each other.

Azezela rushed forwards and hugged him tightly. He eagerly returned it, pressing his face into her neck, and closing his eyes, savouring the scent of raspberry that he could smell from her shampoo and he never wanted to forget what it was like to have her in his arms.

"Goodbye." She said pulling away from him sadly. "Sometimes, you only get to understand truth at the moment of death." She told him clearly looking him in the eye, making him nod.

"Doctor!" Amy shouted, seeing the Ganger Doctor still by the door, not moving. Rory grabbed her and began to pull her towards the TARDIS as she struggled, "No, please..." she tried, but it was no use and Rory continued to pull her back towards the time machine.

"We need to go now!" Azezela said looking up to the ceiling.

His Ganger gave him a nod, turning back to Ganger Cleaves, "You too, Cleaves," he told her, gesturing over to the TARDIS, "Off you pop".

"I'm staying," Ganger Cleaves replied, shaking her head.

"This is not the time for grand gestures!"

"Says the king of grand gestures! This is my factory. I'm not going anywhere".

"Forman Miranda Cleaves..." he leaned over and kissed her forehead, making her blink, "Marvellous! Beware of limitations".

She shook her head at him and looked back over to see that the Doctor, Azezela wrapped in his arms and, Amy, and Rory where still standing just outside the TARDIS doors, watching them with small, sad smiles, "Clear off out of here, the lot of you!" she called to them, waving a hand.

The Doctor nodded to them one last time, before turning and ushering Amy and Rory into the TARDIS, pausing briefly in the doorway to look back at them, before closing the doors. After a moment, the TARDIS dematerialised.


The Doctor and Azezela stood by the console; their arms wrapped around each other as they silently hugged, Azezela's face hidden in his chest. Amy slowly approached them, looking at them worriedly, as she reached out and touched the Doctor's shoulder making him look over to her

The Doctor cleared his throat, shaking himself from his own thoughts, as he and Azezela broke apart, Azezela moving to sit on one of the chairs, "The energy from the TARDIS will stabilise the Gangers for good," he began pulling levers, hitting buttons as he spoke. He looked over to where Cleaves, Ganger Dicken, Ganger Jimmy, and Rory where standing on the other side of the console, "They're people now," he gave them a small smile.

"And what happens to me?" Cleaves asked, looking over to them, "Um, I still have this," she pointed up to her head, referring to her clot.

"Ah, that's not a problem." The doctor said loudly pointing towards her with a smile, He looked to Azezela.

"Your turn, mine is kind of 75% chance and takes a while."

"Okay then, I have something for that." He clicked at himself as if trying to remember, "It's small and red and tastes like burnt onions." He looked under the console and brought out a red vile, "Ha. But it'll get rid of your blood clot."

Cleaves looked rather confused and disgusted at the description.

"Just take it, doesn't matter about the taste." Azezela chuckled at her.

The Doctor smiled broadly and clapped his hands, reaching around the side of the console and grabbing a bright red balloon that was attached to a red ribbon, holding it up for them to all see, "Happy endings," he remarked, watching the balloon.


The Doctor and Azezela stood on a beach, the sound of the waves crashing against the rocks washing over them as they watched Jimmy make his way over to his son with a red balloon in his hand. Adam didn't even notice them there, busy watching the water as a red balloon floated past him. So Azezela smiled and leant back against the Doctor watching the reunion with a smile.

"Hey!" Jimmy called from behind Adam, grinning, "Hello, bud!"

Adam spun around and broke into a smile as he caught sight of his father, "Daddy, you're back!" he cried, delighted as he ran over to him.

He laughed and picked him up, spinning him around, "Hello, my boy!" he laughed, "How are you doing?"

"We need to talk later." The doctor muttered in her ear, his arms around her.

She eyed him carefully for a moment, "Okay, I thought she had told you." Azezela sighed. "I promise I'll tell you all I can." She smiled turning in his arms to look up at him.

The doctor smiled and kissed her, "Thank you."


The Doctor opened the TARDIS doors and stepped out into a large reception area of a very modern looking building that had floor to ceiling panes of glass all around the room, the Morpeth-Jetsan's logo splashed across a nearby door. Cleaves and Dicken stepped out of the time machine from behind them, slowly making their way over towards the double doors with him as Amy and Rory followed behind them, with Azezela.

"You really want us to do this?" Cleaves questioned, looking back to the Doctor.

"You company is telling the world that everything is over," the Doctor told her, nodding over to the set of double doors, "You need to get in there and tell them that the situation's only just begun". Cleaves looked at him as he continued, "Make them understand what they're doing to the flesh. make them stop. Dicken," he focused on the young man, "Remember, people are good. In their bones, truly good," he clapped him on his arm, "Don't hate them, will you?"

"How can I hate them?" Dicken replied, smiling slightly, "I'm one of them now".

"Make what you say count." Azezela called out to them, "People died today, don't let it be in vain."

Cleaves nodded and took a deep, steady breath, "Ready?" she looked over to Dicken as the Doctor broke into a proud smile, delighted to see just how far she had come since the start of this terrible day. They stepped over to stand before the doors, looking back to each other, "Side-by-side," she said to him.

He smiled, nodding to her, "You got it, boss".

"Good luck,"

Cleaves gave them one last look, before focusing back on the doors and pulling them open to be greeted by camera flashes of photographs waiting inside the conference room.

"Have the army dealt with the imposters, sir?" a male news reported called from within the room.

"What sort of threat is there to the public?" a second reporter, a woman, asked over the noise of others shouting and calling out to Cleaves and Dicken as they entered the room, closing the door behind them.

Amy glanced at the Doctor and Azezela as they stared at the door, Azezela moving over to stand next to Amy, their expression growing grim and wary, not at all like she would have expected. Shouldn't they have been happy? They had saved the day, again, and possibly helped to make a brighter future for the Flesh, "You two okay?" she asked, concerned.

The Doctor looked back to her, his gaze very intent, unsettlingly so, "We said to breathe, Pond," he told her, making her frown slightly, confused, "Remember?"

"Breathe" Azezela told her with a sad smile

"Why?" she demanded, not understanding.

"Breathe," they ordered in unison.

She stared at them, when..."Oh!" she gasped out in pain, doubling over as she clutched at her stomach.

Rory grabbed her arm, his eyes widening in alarm, "Whoa...!" he hurriedly looked back up to them, finding them simply watching Amy with grim expressions.

"Oh!" she grimaced, wincing painfully as the pain seemed to subside, straightening slightly, "Whoa, whoa..."

"What's wrong with her?" he looked back ups.

"Get her to the TARDIS," the Doctor said instead, walking back over to the TARDIS.

"Oh, ow!" she groaned, the pain washing back over her.

"It's going to be okay," Azezela said calmly, moving to start helping Rory to move her into the Tardis

He blinked, completely confused, and very worried, but he didn't hesitate to wrap his arm around Amy's waist as she continued to groan painfully, helping her back over to the time machine and slipping back inside, Azezela shut the doors then moved passed Amy and Rory and sat on the stairs looking very concerned.

Rory called after them, supporting Amy, "Doctor! What is happening to her?"

Azezela closed her eyes. "She is starting her contractions, Rory."

"Contractions?"

"Yes," she nodded, turning around to look back at their confused and startled faces, "This tends to happen once a woman is ready to give birth".

"Did she say...?" Amy began breathlessly, looking back to Rory, who quickly turned back to her, "No," she shook her head, grabbing Rory's arm and patting it, trying to reassure herself, "No, no, of course she didn't," she took a deep breath, tightening her hold on him fearfully, "Rory, I don't like this...ow!" she broke off with another pained gasp, doubling over.

Rory shook his head and urgently looked back up, "You're going to have to start explaining to me some of this to me," he demanded, looking back to Amy.

"What, the birds and the bees?" the Doctor sighed, not looking back to them, "She's having a baby," they stared back at him, confused, "We needed to see the Flesh in its early days," he continued, speaking fast, "That's why I scanned it. That's why we were there in the first place. We were going to drop you off for fish n' chips first, but things happened and there were stuff and shenanigans..." his voice grew distant, "Beautiful word, shenanigans".

"It hurts," Amy whimpered, her eyes tightly closed as she clutched onto Rory.

"But you're okay?" Rory asked her worriedly.

"You need to focus on breathing," Azezela called to them, taking a step down the stairs towards them, "I'm sorry, I really am, and I so very wish I could do something for you, but we can't," she shook her head sadly.

The Doctor finally turned around and moved to stand at the top of the stairs, watching as Amy groaned loudly, "We needed enough information to block the signal to the Flesh," he informed them.

"What signal?" Amy gasped, looking up to them.

"The signal to you," he replied quietly.

"Doctor?" she shook her head, frowning up at them, "Doctor?"

"Stand away from her, Rory."

"Why?" he demanded, staring up at them, his expression growing determined, "No!" he tightened his grip on Amy, "And why?"

"Given what we've learned, I'll be as humane as I can, but I need to do this and you need to stand away!" the Doctor ordered, raising his voice at the last two words.

Rory looked back to Amy, who frantically shook her head, realising what he was about to do as he reluctantly let go of his wife and backed away from her, looking back up to the Doctor with his jaw tense.

"No," she breathed, her lips trembling as he moved away from her, "No," she tried grabbing his hand again, but he was already out of reach. She whirled back around to look back up to them, "Doctor, I am frightened," she told them, her voice shaking fearfully, "I'm properly, properly scared".

"Just breathe, Amy." Azezela said with a smile. "Any damage I can fix, I assure you that. you and your baby will be okay."

"Don't be. Hold on." The Doctor said walking over to her trying to be a comfort to her. "We're coming for you. I swear it. Whatever happens, however hard, however far, we will find you." The Doctor reached out and put a hand on Amy's cheek

Amy grabbed his wrist, holding his hand in place as it remained on her cheek, "I'm right here," she tried desperately.

"Be strong, you can do this Amy." Azezela encouraged, with a small smile.

The Doctor looked deeply into her eyes "No, you're not. You haven't been here for a long, long time." The Doctor pulled his hand away and backed away up the stairs to the console. He took Azezela's hand before reaching into his pocket, pulling his sonic screwdriver, and aiming it down at Amy. Rory flinched, every part of his being wanting to run to Amy's side.

"Oh, no!" Amy gasped tearfully, shaking her head.

He activated the sonic and Amy melted away into a puddle of goop on the floor.


Hours had passed since Amy's Ganger had been melted and the Doctor found himself standing at the top of the stairs that overlooked the doorway, his eyes fixed on the now spotlessly clean floor where the puddle of Flesh had been. It was bad enough that they had taken Amy, that they had had her for months now, but it was another thing that they had also taken her while she was pregnant and more vulnerable than ever. He couldn't even begin to imagine what he might have done if he had been in Rory's shoes.

Light footsteps sounded on the stairs that lead to the upper levels of the TARDIS, and he turned his head very slightly to see Azezela walking slowly towards him. She looked exhausted and her eyes were slightly red, as if she had been recently crying. She had shed her jacket and even kicked off her shoes, leaving her walking barefoot under her long purple, now slightly burnt dress.

"Found anything yet?" she asked warily as she crossed to the console, pulling the monitor screen around to face her.

"No," he sighed heavily, turning around to properly face her, "Not even a whisper," he watched her carefully as her expression didn't even change, obviously having expected the response, "How's Rory?"

"Miserable." Azezela sighed, "He hasn't accepted that Amy is pregnant either yet."

"We'll get them back," he said firmly, moving around to her as she turned to face him properly. He lightly used his finger to lift her chin, meeting her eyes, "You and me, we will get them both back safely".

Azezela smiled ever so slightly, "Of course we will, it just brings back bad memories and there is a lot that can go wrong."

The Doctor hugged her to him "I know love." He kissed her head, before looking around, "Where is he, anyway?"

"Rory? I left him asleep. I didn't wish to disturb him when he looked so peaceful".

He raised an eyebrow, dropping his hand back to his side, "He's sleeping?" he asked suspiciously, eyeing her carefully, "After he was practically going out of his mind earlier?"

Azezela looked at him clearly no guilt at all in her eyes. "He asked me to help him sleep, so I did." the Doctor's eyes widened. "Oh, nothing like that. I made him tea with honey and put a calming and relaxing draught in it. Once he was calm, he collapsed." Azezela said sadly, "So I put him to bed."

"Okay then love." The doctor sighed deeply hugging her back to him tightly. "Thank you."

Soon they broke apart and the Doctor checked the screen again.

"I think we need to talk." The Doctor said looking at her curiously.

"Oh right of course." Azezela said, so they headed to the doctor's room and sat facing each other on the sofa. "What exactly did Amy tell you?"

"That I invited you guys to witness my death." The Doctor said simply, just waiting for her to speak.

"Right, there were the 5 of us invited, You, River, Me, Amy and Rory, and Canton." Azezela began simply. "Your death is supposedly a fixed point in time, which is why they used lake silencio, as it is a still point in time. But you didn't die, I know you didn't."

"What?" The Doctor said looking at her shocked.

"Well, you obviously had a reason for actually going, if you found a way out of it, why would I stop you." Azezela shrugged looking at him with a small smile.

"Okay I think that's enough, it's not good to know too much of your future." The Doctor said moving and grabbing her hand and lifting it to press a kiss to the back of it. "Thank you."

Azezela smiled happily at him. "I'll give you hints when I can." She winked.

The Doctor laughed pulling her onto his lap, "God's I love you." He said making her Grin before kissing her deeply, Azezela kissed him easily, wrapping her arms around his neck.