AN: Okay so maybe I lied about updating on Monday. I had writers block for like three days. Sorry this chapter is late. My WiFi was acting crazy and then my file kept disappearing so I had to re-type the chapter three times. Hope you guys enjoy the chapter!

Chapter 7:

Rory felt his eyes slowly close but his gaze returned to the road once he felt the car veer to the right. He had been driving for five hours but he had started to feel tired at the three-hour mark. He knew he couldn't keep on driving; he would have to stop at some point. Why did Amy have to take a vacation to Scotland? He could see why she would want to see her family, but of all the places near Leadworth, why Scotland? He wished he would have gone with her when she asked but soon took it back after realizing how much trouble the Doctor might have been in if he hadn't of been there.

Rory looked at his phone to see how long he had to drive. Two hours and fifteen minutes. He desperately wanted to take a power nap but he also just wanted to get to the hotel where Amy was staying and be done with driving. If he stayed up any longer he swore he would end up in a wreck, which would be a low possibility since there weren't any trees, lamp posts, or cars, in sight but still; there was always a possibility. The decision lied between sleep or the seeming never ending journey from one place to another. Sleep won.

Before settling down, Rory looked back at the Doctor and the kid named Taylor. The sight almost made him burst out laughing. The Doctor was laying on the floor with his back facing upwards. His jacket was being used as a blanket. His hands were underneath his chin and even though he seemed in a deep slumber, Rory could tell he was uncomfortable. Taylor was laying on the seats with his face upward. He used his jacket as a pillow. Small snores could be heard. It was obvious who won the war over the backseat. Taylor's phone was in his hand which made Rory wonder if he was still waiting for a call from his parents. While hearing the whole story from the Doctor, Rory couldn't get over the fact that a father would say such a thing to his son. It didn't matter anyway; he probably shouldn't be getting in the kid's business.

Rory turned around, locked the doors, and put up the roof to his convertible. Then he pulled to the side of the road and made a quick make-shift pillow out of his coat. There was a bit of a chill due to the car being turned off and the temperature being blow forty degrees Fahrenheit but it was nothing Rory couldn't deal with. It took les than a minute for sleep to claim him.

Taylor woke up with a start. Sweat beaded his forehead. His phone was still in his hand. Good. Everything was as he left it before. His jacket was still a pillow, Rory was still in the front, the Doctor was still asleep. Good no need to worry but he couldn't help feeling alarmed. Something was wrong. He could feel it. It was the same feeling he had when he would get an answer for something he needed to know. Except this time, the feeling was more urgent. Words hit him one by one and he suddenly knew what was wrong.

The Doctor was dying… wait, no… he was leaving. Leaving from where? Act now think later, he said to himself. He looked down at the Doctor and saw no movement. It was hard to tell if he was breathing due to his position on the floor but he could tell something was wrong. Taylor moved up to the front of the car and tapped Rory. Didn't work. Forget it, we don't have time for acting nice. Taylor decided to screw waking Rory up nicely and gave him a slap on the shoulder. Rory woke with a stir. Before Rory could even comprehend why he was woken up, Taylor bombarded him with everything.

"RORYYOUGOTTOSAVEHIMBEFOREHELEAVESWESTILLNEEDHIM,HECAN'TLEAVE NOW,MAKEHIMWAKEUP" Taylor yelled.

Rory's eyes widened and he struggled to understand what was going on.

"What do you mean? Stop yelling and calm down!"

Taylor took a deep breath then continued with talking.

"You need to save the Doctor. We need him to move on. Without him we're screwed."

Rory got the message incredibly fast and jumped up from his seat. He nearly bumped Taylor over as he moved into the back of the car. His actions were quick as he turned the Doctor over and checked for a pulse.

"Still alive, good." Rory said, trying to lighten the mood. "He's not breathing though."

Rory began CPR and for Taylor minutes felt like hours. Nothing had been effective so far but Taylor still hadn't given up hope. He probably knew the answer somewhere in his head but he didn't feel on wasting energy on something that would happen sooner than he could think about it. Rory kept on, not willing to lose his friend. Not willing to go to his wife and tell her that he couldn't save her Raggedy Man.

Taylor was beginning to lose hope when he heard a sudden gasp of breath. Rory nearly collapsed from sheer exhaustion but helped the Doctor put his head up as he coughed and grasped for air. Taylor let go of the air he had been holding for who knows how long.

"What-the-heck-happened?" The Doctor said in between coughs.

"You freaking jerk! You were just going to leave without letting us know!" Taylor fumed.

Rory looked at him. "You keep talking about him leaving us. Where was he going to go?"

"It's hard to explain."

"Fine but you speaking soon. I don't feel safe with some mystery kid in the back of my car talking about my best friend leaving reality though death. What do you think of all this Doctor?"

Taylor and Rory looked at the Doctor for an answer but all they got was the soft breathing of the man they held dear.

Rory sighed and climbed back up to the front of the car and closed the passenger door. Taylor moved the Doctor from the floor to the seat and climbed in. He then closed the door and searched for his phone. When he found it he looked at the screen in hope for a missed call message; he wasn't surprised to find there weren't any messages from anybody. It was kind of sad realizing that nobody cared about where he was.

Rory banged his head against the wheel. "Great, now we have no gas."

"This day is just going to be wonderful." Taylor said.

AN: If I can I will try to upload another chapter tonight or maybe tomorrow. I'M NOT MAKING ANY PROMISES! Sorry if there were any mistakes in my typing. It's late and I can't see the keyboard as clearly.