A/N: Hello again to all. Say it with me, in this chapter, it's Rory then Amy. It starts off with Rory's POV and switches at the line to Amy. I feel like this chapter isn't much, but I'm just happy I managed to write something. Anyway, don't mind me, enjoy my rather short chapter. Disclaimer: I still don't own this show or its characters. I'd have to have a fairly devious plot in order to secure the ownership, and I am not that clever.

Chapter 11

"Rory? Rory, wake up! Rory!" My eyes blinked open slowly. I was staring at the ceiling, wondering why the world looked like I was seeing it through warped plastic.

"Come on, up you get." Amy put her hand in mine and pulled me up.

"Amy? Wha-Ouch." I had made it to a sitting position and Amy was still holding my hand. I realized my palm was tingling. Well, actually, everything was tingling. It felt like last year's Christmas party that Mel, Amy, and I had. They both told me to take it slow on the eggnog, but about an hour in everything was warm and fuzzy around the edges. Wait, Mel. There was something happening, wasn't there? One thing at a time- wait did I just?

"Rory!" Amy punched me in the shoulder and looked away.

"Ugh. It was not on my bucket list to see my father get a hard-on for my mother just so you know." I looked to the source of the comment. Standing a short distance away was a middle-aged woman with the biggest hair I had ever seen.

"Amy? Where's Mel?" I had thought of as many old people I could in a short period of time, and I was once again appropriate to look at.

"That-that is Mel, I think." Amy sighed and yanked me to my feet. "At least, that's what she's telling us anyway. She knows all of the things Mel would know, but she's-she's not Mel."

"Long story short you two: I'm part him," 'Mel' said, gesturing to The Doctor, "Which means in order to cheat death, I can change into a different person."

"No-no no, that's not possible. How can she- how can you be part Timelord? It's not possible, it's just not." The Doctor rambled and furiously scanned the big-haired woman with his sonic.

"Hang on- I still want to know why you called us-Rory and I, I mean-Mum and Dad? We are not your parents-I mean-we've never, I've never-" Amy stuttered helplessly.

"You are older than the both of us! Mel was anyway. Is she even Mel? Who is that woman, Doctor?" I shot The Doctor a desperate look. My head had started to pound, and I had to wonder if it was my head's rather recent introduction to the floor, or this 'Mel' business causing it. Probably a little bit of both.

"Yes, I know. It's all very weird and complicated, but like it or not, I am your daughter. You two got married and had a kid, and that's me." Mel gestured to herself. "Now, do any of you have a mirror? I want to see what you're all ogling at."

I felt pressure around my hand and glanced down. Rory had grabbed my hand sometime in the last few minutes, and with everything going on inside my head I hadn't noticed. I felt an overwhelming urge to pinch myself. There was no way any of this was real.

"Doctor? Explain, it's what you're good at." I pleaded with the time traveler. Brows furrowed, he turned to me and tapped his screwdriver against his hand.

"Well, she is Timelord that much is clear. As for the whole story about you and Rory being her parents, I'm stumped. The only explanation I can possibly think of is, she's not from this time period."

"It is a long and boring story, believe me. All you need to know is: I'm still the same person. I'm still Mel." Mel approached me, seeing me flinch, she stopped. She sighed.

"My full name is Melody Pond. Not Melody Williams. Mum-Amy, The Doctor always told me that my parents said Melody Williams is a school teacher. Melody Pond is a superhero." She paused and wrung her hands. "The Master, he shot me. I wouldn't have regenerated otherwise."

"So in other words-you would have never told us? Is that it? It doesn't make any sense! How can I be your mother? I would be a terrible mother. It's not like I have any mother figures to draw from!" I wrenched my hand from Rory's and approached Mel. "How are you my daughter?"