Amy Williams staggered about the dance floor, laughing so hard she was almost tearing.

"You're terrible. That is embarrassing!" The redhead cried out, clutching her sides in pain. The Doctor just continued to dance about like a madman as Queen's 'Crazy Little Thing Called Love' played around them.

"That's it." The Doctor answered cheerfully. "That's good. Keep it loose."

From the sidelines, Terry smiled as she watched all the children in the room swarm toward the Doctor. They clearly found his funny dance highly entertaining yet inspirational, and Terry chuckled when the children started to copy the Doctor as he lifted his arms and wriggled his entire body like a dancing skeleton.

"He's officially a nutcase." Rory commented as he joined Terry. She just grinned.

"So's your wife."

"True." Rory nodded. Terry turned to her friend with a warm smile and hugged him.

"Congratulations," Terry pulled back before Rory could awkwardly pat her back. "Mr. Pond."

Rory opened his mouth to protest… but then, he just gave up. Instead he smiled back at his friend.

"It's good to see you. And back to normal. You know, besides the…" Rory nodded at Terry's gold eyes, which had freaked him and Amy out initially until Terry confirmed she wasn't Daemon.

She shrugged. "Ah, well, you know. Fate the universe in one hand, my vanity in the other. It was a tough choice but I think I made the right one."

Rory snorted at her words, but then he placed a firm hand on Terry's shoulder. She looked up at him in surprise as Rory met her gaze seriously.

"But you're sure you're all right?" He asked, genuinely concerned for his friend's health.

Terry blinked and then her expression softened. "Ah, Rory Williams… you really are the most human of us."

"Thanks…?" Rory answered, unsure if she was being sarcastic. And he hadn't missed that she hadn't really answered his question.

But it was at that moment that some of his friends called Rory over and Terry patted the companion's arm.

"Go on. It's your night. Go out there and spend it with everyone who loves you two."

Realizing Terry wasn't going to say much more for the moment, Rory nodded. He'd only just left her when Amy replaced her new husband at the Time Lady's side.

"My feet feel like they're going to fall off." The redhead groaned as she plopped down into the chair beside Terry.

"Then take your shoes off." Terry suggested and Amy snorted.

"Right, and then lose them? They cost too much."

Briskly, the redhead turned her head to look at the Time Lady who was once again watching the Doctor as he became a bit of an idol amongst the children.

"You saved him." Amy guessed. Terry smiled slightly.

"No, you did."

"Only because you made sure I'd remember him." Amy peered at her friend intently, determined to get an answer. "That's why you told me the story all those years ago, isn't it? When you brought me back to bed after the Doctor didn't come back like he'd promised. You told me the story about the brand new, ancient blue box so that I'd remember."

Amy paused before adding carefully, "But, was it you or was it…?"

She trailed off and gestured at Terry's gold eyes. Terry hummed thoughtfully.

"It was both of us, in a way." The Time Lady said slowly. "I remember sitting with you when you were a little girl and telling you that story, which I usually don't when Daemon's in control. I was also definitely in control. But I could feel her; like she was guiding me."

"Because she could bring the Doctor back." Amy murmured. Terry shrugged.

"Technically, yes. But even she's not that strong. She's not… I guess you could say, human enough. To bring someone back from beyond the end of time itself takes tremendous heart, something Daemon doesn't have. Not for the Doctor, at least. That's why we needed you."

Terry smiled at her friend.

"Amelia Pond. The Doctor got it wrong when he met you. Your name's not for a character in a fairy tale. It's the name of a hero."

Amy beamed, before they were interrupted as the Doctor bounded over to them.

"Angel! You're not dancing! Come on!"

The Doctor held out his hand. And as she would always do for as long as there was breath in her body, Terry took it. Even if she shot Amy a wry look.

"I don't think this regeneration's a dancer…"


It was very late in the evening as Terry and the Doctor watched Rory and Amy dance in the middle of the dance floor. Half the guests had turned in for the night by this point while the others milled around as the slow music started to wind down the excitement from earlier.

"Look at them." The Doctor murmured, looking like a proud mother hen as Amy and Rory slowly circled on the spot all while Rory held Amy's shoes for her. "Two thousand years. Good on you, mate."

Terry smiled from beside the Doctor.

"The boy and the girl who waited." Terry murmured. "They're made for each other."

"That they are." The Doctor glanced at Terry. "Ready?"

"Yes."

Together, the two Time Lords slipped away, leaving behind their content friends. It was quiet outside as they walked back toward the Tardis, but neither felt compelled to break the peace. Instead, they intertwined their hands and strolled leisurely back to the small garden outside the Ponds' home. But as they reached the archway at the garden gate, the Doctor paused as he remembered something.

"Oh, I almost forgot. I have a gift for you." The Doctor started rummaging about in his pocket while Terry watched him curiously. "Well, maybe not a gift, but just a little something. Aha!"

The Doctor pulled out what he'd been looking for with a flourish. Terry's brow shot up. In his open hand was his old sonic.

"River'll need this one day." Terry pointed out even as she closed her hand over Ten's screwdriver. And even as she wondered why she hadn't ever thought about taking it before.

"And we already know we'll both be there to give it to her when that time comes." The Doctor reminded her.

They both went quiet for a moment, remembering the Library. At the time, the Doctor hadn't really understood the significance of River being there and having his sonic. And he knew he still had a way to go. But he was slowly starting to see. And somehow, he felt it was right for Terry to hold onto the tool that would ultimately save the time traveller's life.

The Doctor held out his hand once more. "Shall we?"

Terry smiled and took his hand. "Let's."

Together, they entered the Tardis which hummed as if to welcome them home. The Doctor started for the console when Terry asked the question that had been on her mind the whole night.

"When did you realize who Daemon was?"

The Doctor's hand stilled and he raised his head to look at Terry as she walked over to stand beside him once again. Face to face, the Time Lords looked at each other as Terry continued.

"I know you've known for a while now but you didn't always know who Daemon was. So, when did you realize she was there inside me?"

The Doctor didn't answer immediately. Instead, he seemed to think carefully about what he was going to say before he spoke.

"At first… I didn't know what to think." He admitted. "Then, at Canary Wharf, I realized there must be something inside you, the same way Bad Wolf was inside Rose once. But I still didn't know what it was. And while you were unaware, so was I. I realized quickly that whatever it was, it must be dangerous after what happened when there were planets in the sky. But it wasn't until some time later that I found out about Daemon."

The Doctor paused and Terry said slowly, "Let me guess – that day is still coming for me."

The Doctor sighed and nodded.

"Yes, it's coming." He pressed a kiss to her forehead before pressing his forehead against hers tightly. "And despite how much I wish I could slow it down, I think it's coming soon."

His finger traced the edges of her gold eyes again and Terry closed her eyes in response. In that one sentence, the Doctor had revealed just how much he feared Daemon and what she meant for Terry's future. She'd known he feared Daemon and she remembered too well how the Dream Lord had all but confirmed it. And yet…

"I'm not the Predator, I'm just a man with a plan." The Doctor refuted. "And Daemon," he met Terry's gaze again, "is, shall we say, an unwilling ally of mine."

The older the Doctor got, the later Terry met Eleven in his timeline, the more she was sure that he no longer feared her. He didn't like her better either, that was for her. But… Terry thought about the fractions of memories she'd regained when Daemon helped reset the universe again with the Doctor in it. The memories of a time she hadn't known about until they resurfaced.

"You may be able to see my future, but you can't see your own or Terry's." The Doctor stared at Daemon intently. "Which means you can only see what could happen - one of infinite possibilities."

He straightened up, standing proudly atop the pyramid in Area 52 as time and space continued to disintegrate around them.

"You've lost this round, Daemon."

The sound of the Tardis door being flung open snapped Terry back to the present. Her eyes flew open and she and the Doctor moved away from each other slightly as a familiar Scottish voice shouted, "Oi! Where are you two off to?"

Amy Pond. Terry smiled to herself as she watched the redhead stride into the Tardis, hiking up her wedding dress so she could climb up to the console.

"Amy!" Rory called as he followed his wife inside, closing the door behind him.

The Scot paid him very little attention as she stopped in front of the Time Lords, folding her arms as she looked at them expectantly. The Doctor glanced at Terry, smiled wryly and then turned back to their friends.

"Sorry, you two. Shouldn't have slipped away. Bit busy, you know?"

"Oh, you looked busy."

Amy raised a brow as she looked between him and Terry while Rory pointed out as he joined them by the console as well, "You just saved the whole of space and time? Take the evening off. Maybe a bit of tomorrow."

"Space and time isn't safe yet." The Doctor corrected the companion. "The Tardis exploded for a reason. Something drew the Tardis to this particular date, and blew it up."

The Tardis phone began to ring and Terry moved toward it while the Doctor continued thinking aloud, "Why? And why now?"

"Hello?" Terry answered the phone. "Oh, hello."

"The Silence, whatever it is, is still out there." The Doctor spoke over Terry. "And I have to-"

"Sorry to ruin your moment, Sweetie, but it's for you." Terry interrupted, holding out the phone to the Doctor.

Amy and Rory waited patiently as the Doctor immediately took the phone from his girlfriend.

"Hello?"

"What's going on?" Rory asked Terry in a whisper. The Time Lady just grinned as she leant back against the console.

"Wait for it." She said just as the Doctor started speaking again.

"What? No, no, no, but that's not possible. She was sealed into the seventh Obelisk. I was at the prayer meeting."

Terry winked at the companions while Amy and Rory exchanged knowing glances. The Doctor meanwhile had paused again before he started again.

"Well, no, I get that it's important. An Egyptian goddess loose on the Orient Express," the Doctor glanced at Rory and Amy, "in space. Give us a mo."

He quickly covered the receiver to address the newlyweds.

"Sorry, something's come up. This will have to be goodbye."

Terry grinned as the other couple nodded at the Doctor's words.

"Yeah, I think it's goodbye." Amy agreed before glancing at her husband. "Do you think it's goodbye?"

"Definitely goodbye." Rory nodded.

Amy turned and ran down the console steps while Terry started to count down. "Three… Two… One…"

Amy flung open the Tardis door and yelled out to Leadworth, "Goodbye!"

Terry chuckled with Rory while the Doctor beamed as Amy waltzed easily back inside the Tardis. The Doctor placed the phone back to his ear and he said cheerfully into the receiver, "Don't worry about a thing, your Majesty. We're on our way."

He hung up as Terry turned around. She watched him as he began to pull levers, her gaze soft. She would find out more about Daemon with time, she was sure. Maybe it would be the day she stopped hopping around the Doctor's timeline. Maybe it would even be the day she died.

But as the Doctor grinned over at her excitedly while Amy and Rory reached for the console, preparing for the usual bumpy takeoff, Terry knew that in the end none of that mattered. What mattered was right now. And right now…

"Geronimo." Terry smirked cheekily. Amy laughed, Rory chuckled and the Doctor beamed even wider than before.

"Geronimo." He agreed before pulling down the final lever. Together, the four hung on tight as the Tardis wheezed and they set off on yet another adventure.


A bad night

Amy Williams, fondly still known as Amy Pond to two Time Lords (the last two Time Lords), wandered about the Tardis looking for said Time Lords. It was late (or, rather, it had been long enough that she and Rory needed to actually sleep). Only she couldn't sleep. Hence the roaming. Now if only she could find her friends… and what was ringing?

Amy pottered out into the Tardis console room, following the sound of a phone ringing. Finally locating the phone on one side of the console, Amy answered.

"Hello?"

The redhead paused as the other person spoke before she replied in a confused voice, "He's, he's not here, who's speaking?"

A fly buzzed in the air around her head, distracting her. Amy swatted at it in annoyance as the person on the phone responded.

"Uh, sorry, of where?"

The person answered as Amy swatted at the fly again as it flew too close to her.

"Which one?" Amy asked distractedly before hurrying to cut off the other person. "No, no, which prince, not which Wales."

Spying the fly sitting on the console, Amy grabbed a nearby rolled up newspaper even as she spoke somewhat distractedly.

"Um, what year is this?" She asked as she smacked the newspaper down on the fly triumphantly.

The door to the Tardis suddenly burst open and the Doctor and Terry ran in.

"I think that's probably for me!" The Doctor yelled as he hurried over, dressed to the nines… and holding a fishbowl with a goldfish inside.

Terry meanwhile gasped in dismay as she stared at Amy.

"Why'd you answer the phone?"

"Uh-" Amy started when the Doctor all but shoved the fishbowl into her hands as he grabbed the phone receiver from her.

"Hold this!" The Doctor ordered hurriedly before he said breezily into the phone, "Hello! Ah! Yes, everything's fine! Don't worry."

Terry heard the voice on the other end immediately grow apprehensive and even a little panicked. The Doctor quickly rectified, "Well exactly. Why should you be worrying? Who even mentioned worrying?"

"Well done, Sweetie. I had him well placated until you did that." Terry grumbled as she too reached the console.

As the prince continued to freak out, the Doctor said reassuringly, "She's fine! No, your mum is, your mum is fine."

Terry eyed the goldfish skeptically at the Doctor's words while the Doctor whirled on Amy, saying too low for the receiver to pick up his voice, "Don't answer this phone, I answer this phone."

"Where have you two been?" Amy questioned, staring at Terry's gorgeous and flamboyant Tardis blue ball gown. The Time Lady herself was currently wrestling with her heels, trying to tug them off without undoing all the many, many straps that wound up even past her ankles. And she was failing miserably.

"A party, just a party." The Doctor replied dismissively before he said back into the phone, "Um, yes, your mum is here actually, but she can't come to the phone at the moment."

He eyed the goldfish as he continued to speak evasively.

"Well, she's…busy. Well you know…the Commonwealth…"

Anxiously, the Doctor covered the receiver as he said in a low voice to the goldfish, "It's your son, ma'am, he wants to talk to you."

The Doctor shook his head.

"We can't let him see you like this…well, hear you." He corrected before he added in an increasingly stressed tone, "Not that he could hear you, you're a fish!"

"Doctor." Terry warned as she finally freed one foot.

The phone suddenly rang and beeped again and the Doctor quickly said into the receiver, "Sorry, I've got another call coming in."

Without further ado, he switched lines.

"Hello?"

The Doctor winced as someone immediately started yelling in his ear before he answered imperiously, "There is not a bit of use yelling ambassador, your warrior chief is trapped in my TARDIS and," the Doctor tapped at the fishbowl, "until you've turned her majesty here back into a human being, he's staying put. Don't worry. He's perfectly safe…"

The Doctor trailed off as he spotted something on the console. Terry looked up instantly from where she was halfway through freeing her other foot, instantly on alert at the Doctor's silence.

"Doctor?" Terry asked warily.

The Doctor shook his head and raised a finger at her as he mumbled into the receiver, "Just putting you on hold."

The Doctor hung up and he slowly reached for the rolled up paper lying innocently on the console. The Doctor slowly lifted the paper and Amy gulped as the Doctor stared in horror down at the squashed fly pressed into the side of the paper.

"What have you done?" The Doctor whispered in utter dismay.

Amy shifted awkwardly on her feet and she explained sheepishly, "I thought… it was a fly…"

"Oh… dear..." Terry muttered as she finally realized what the problem was. Her shoe remained hanging half off her foot as she stared at the dead warrior chief while the Doctor shook his head.

"So much for the slaughterer of 10 million souls." He muttered before he tossed the paper over his shoulder.

"Not even a warrior chief is any match for Amy Pond." Terry sighed, and Amy shook her head.

"What is going on?!" Amy demanded at last, her voice cracking from the stress.

"We were at a party." The Doctor admitted, gesturing at himself and Terry. "There was a slight incident."

Amy's brows shot up and she eyed Terry's wild hair, completely in disarray and falling out of whatever hairstyle she'd had it in before. Clearly, as if the goldfish wasn't proof enough, there had been nothing slight about the incident.

"What, so you sneak out at night to party when we're asleep?" Amy demanded, looking between her friends accusingly. "Is that why you're all dressed up? You never dress up, especially you, Terry."

"And for good reason, it really doesn't help with the running." Terry answered as she restarted her fight with her shoe.

"Well, we don't sleep as much as you do." The Doctor pointed out while Terry finally managed to wrestle her shoe off. She looked down at the heels with mild disgust as the Doctor continued.

"And we don't always sneak out at night to parties without you, you know, it was a one time thing, really." The Doctor insisted. Amy didn't look like she believed him but Terry wasn't even paying attention.

"I take back what my old self used to say, running in heels is impossible." Terry muttered as she shook the offensive item in her hand. "And very impractical."

"You used to be good at it. Unnaturally so." Amy answered impatiently. "Now, focus, please?"

"Sorry." Terry tossed her shoe over her shoulder and turned to give Amy her full attention while the Doctor tried to edge away. He stopped when Amy pinned him with her glare.

"Tell me the truth. And don't try to lie, Doctor, you're rubbish at it."

"I'm not lying." The Doctor answered evasively, his eyes darting around to avoid Amy's. The redhead folded her arms.

"See? Rubbish." She proclaimed, when the phone started to ring shrilly again. Terry cleared her throat awkwardly.

"Um, actually, Amy, can we get back to you on this? Kind of in the middle of an emergency at the moment." The Time Lady explained sheepishly, pointing at the goldfish.

Amy frowned, slightly pouting, but the Doctor was already shooing Terry ahead.

"Angel, go talk to the ambassador. I'll deal with the princeling." The Doctor ordered, reaching out to grab the fishbowl from Amy's hands again.

"You just don't want to see me flirt with him again." Terry sniffed but she ran toward the doors anyway, shooting Amy an apologetic look as she took off. The Time Lady was out the door in record speed without her heels. The Doctor started to follow after his girlfriend, moving more slowly as he carefully held the fishbowl. Amy called after him quickly.

"Doctor!"

The Doctor glanced back curiously but Amy hesitated.

"Doctor, I…I need to talk to you…" The redhead admitted, slowly walking down the steps of the console and toward the Doctor. She fidgeted with the hem of her nightgown and started a little hesitantly, "There is a reason that I couldn't sleep…"

The Doctor's eyes blew wide open and he yelled at the top of his lungs, "RORY!"

Amy jumped at his sudden shout before she hissed incredulously, "What are you doing?!"

"You've got the serious face on." The Doctor answered, gesturing at Amy's face wildly. "I always shout for Rory when you've got the serious face. RORY! She's having an emotion!

Amy shot the Doctor a look of utter disbelief while Rory appeared on the upper level balcony, rubbing his eyes.

"What?" He asked blearily, barely smothering a yawn as he tied his dressing gown around his waist. "What's wrong Amy?"

"Why are you calling him?" Amy hissed in an undertone to the Doctor. The Doctor shrugged.

"It's his turn." He explained before he turned and headed for the doors again, missing the way Amy's jaw dropped. Rory didn't and he was quickly jerked fully awake as Amy looked between the two males indignantly.

"You two have, you two have turns?!" She demanded. Rory opened his mouth sheepishly, although he had no idea how he was going to get out of this one, when suddenly the Doctor let out a yell of anguish from beside the Tardis door.

"NOOOOOO!"

Both humans turned to look at the Doctor to find him staring at the goldfish in his fishbowl with utter dismay.

"It's the wrong fish…I've taken the wrong fish!"

The Doctor pulled open the door and shouted through it.

"Angel, we've got the wrong fish!"

"You've GOT to be joking! I told you to check and be sure when you grabbed-!"

Amy and Rory heard Terry yell back before she cut off abruptly. The Doctor's eyes widened.

"No, angel, you can't leave me at a time like this!- and, yeah, you're gone."

The Doctor sighed before he spun back around to face his bewildered companions.

"Uh, look sorry you two, I've made a mistake and now angel's gone, too. And I've only got three hours to save the Commonwealth.

"What happens in three hours?" Rory questioned, scratching his head and making the bird's nest that was his hair even wilder.

"The pet shops open." The Doctor replied grimly as he exited the Tardis, leaving behind a very confused couple while Terry travelled once more to another time and place in the Doctor's life.