Yay! Finally got this one done. Thanks for all your reviews! I hope you like.

Could Amy hear him? He didn't know. He was struggling to think straight with the eye-watering whooshing sound in his ears. It felt like his blood was rushing much, much faster than it should be, his whole body throbbing with a fierce pain as the wires he was forced to grip so tightly began to crawl up his arms. He attempted to dig his heels into the floor, but the smooth metal provided no grip at all, and he was dragged towards the wall – a wall now illuminated gold with writhing wires and spinning cogs. The Doctor threw all his weight into leaning back, arching his head away from the wall and crushing his eyes shut as fiery pain engulfed his body. He was struggling to remain conscious now; the pain was so great. Just as his knees were threatening to give way completely, he heard a frantic voice call from outside the room.

"Doctor! Can you hear me?"

It was Pond. She had heard him.

"PLEASE!" His cry was strangled, it sounded foreign to him as it left his lips, but it was all he could muster as the suffocating pain took hold of his consciousness. He felt his legs finally give up as he toppled forwards, his temple coming into contact with the jungle of metal and wire in a blinding flash of light. He heard a whisper inches from his face …

Doctor.

Managing to heave his eyes open, he was met with two deep brown irises peering back at him from within the mess of tangled wire, before his world finally fell to blackness.

The first thing that returned to him was the excruciating pain in his temple. It burned like fire, and the moment he tried to open his eyes the light that crashed in seemed to make it ten times worse. He clamped them shut again. The feeling in the rest of his body was returning now too. He flexed his aching fingers and toes, grimacing. Five on each hand, five on each foot. That was good. He concentrated on breathing slowly as his other senses returned gradually to him. Deep breaths.

In.

And out.

"Oh thank God Doctor!"

It was Amy. He felt her gentle hands brush his face, lingering on his forehead. He breathed in sharply as her fingers hit a tender spot. He wanted to speak to her, to ask what was happening, but he was afraid to even open his eyelids again. Just breathe, he reminded himself.

In.

And out.

In.

And out.

"What the hell did you do to him?" Amy's voice demanded.

In.

And out.

"I merely extracted a portion of his DNA via the internal system, rerouted it into the human body, stole some of the time energy belonging to him and – what is the correct word – I've been mulling-puzzling-wondering about it for a time greater than a week but less than two – ohh, re-booted! Yes, re-booted the body,"

The Doctor shot up, forgetting his breathing exercises, the pain searing through his temple now tenfold. His eyes flew open, blinding light flooding into his pupils and increasing his pain again. But he didn't care. He clutched his head.

"It's you!" He flung his arm in the general direction of the two female silhouettes before him. He still could not see properly.

"Ahh, my thief."

There was an awkward silence, something that rarely happened around the usually talkative Doctor. He sat motionless for a minute, allowing his eyes to adjust to the now bright room. Slowly everything came properly into focus. Due to a bright light emanating from the ceiling, he could see all four walls of the room clearly now, and what a mess they were, wires spilling out of every space and corner. His eyes did not linger on them long, however, as stood just feet in front of him was a rather disgruntled looking Amy Pond. And directly to her right, a smile lighting up her graceful features, stood …

"Dear Rassilon!" The Doctor exclaimed, clutching his chest and shuffling back slightly. "It is you! But how? What in the name of – ah!" He clutched at his throbbing head, breathing deeply for a moment until the pain subsided to a dull ache. He looked up again. Up into the eyes of her, the woman – was that the right word, woman? – who he never thought he would gaze upon again. Her. His Sexy.

"What did you do?" He yelled. "How is this even possible? I feel like my soul has literally been ripped from my body, passed through some super charged blender-thingy, and then shoved back in," He paused, "Through my nose! And now you are just standing here. Standing here like there isn't a care in the world. All … human, and stuff." He grimaced again as his head throbbed. "I don't even want to know how many holes you have ripped in the universe this time." He lent back on his elbows, exhausted.

The TARDIS's eyes lit up.

"Absolutely, completely, most definitely zero black holes in the present universe due to this process." She informed him shortly. "And you are feeling like that because to summarise in a simplified and slightly abstract manner, that is precisely what has happened to you." She peered down at him, leaning forward so that her face was merely inches from his own. He could count every single long dark lash fanning her eyes. "Are you going to say it then? You haven't said the thing, you know."

The Doctor looked at her questioningly, raising an eyebrow. "What's the thing?"

The TARDIS shook her head impatiently.

"You are supposed to greet me. Properly. Like you always do when we have been apart for a length of time."

"You mean 'hello'?" The Doctor asked, confused.

"Hello Sexy" The TARDIS replied firmly.

The Doctor cleared his throat uncomfortably. "Er, hello… Sexy."

He looked towards Amy, who had been silent for far longer than was her usual manner. Her eyes were darting between the Doctor and his TARDIS. When she noticed him looking, she placed both hands on her hips.

"Doctor, what the hell? I thought you were dying, you know. Then I manage to break into this weird room and … it's just like … and then she … But you said …"

"Yes, yes Pond. TARDIS's can't speak. I know. I did say that. You're right. Have a lollypop. Clearly, I was wrong. Very wrong." He stretched out his hand towards her. "Please could you help me up?"

"That is highly unadvisable at the present moment." The TARDIS spoke before Amy had chance to reach out her hand. "If you attempt to stand now, you will proceed to –" She stopped, cocking her head to the side slightly. "In need of a word. Means to expel. Expel the contents of one's stomach. Violently. It's unpleasant, I think, though I can't speak from experience. I think - "

"Ugh. You mean vomit." The Doctor dropped his hand in exasperation. "Lovely. Thanks dear."

"Well that is quite alright. In one hundred and twenty two point two five seconds you should be safe to stand. Most of the effects wear off rapidly. The intense head pain and aching muscles will last between three and four days, however." The TARDIS smiled, apparently to herself.

The Doctor raised a hand to his head and rubbed it gently. He was … numb. For once in his life, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He didn't know what to say, what to do next. He peered up at the TARDIS. So much time spent longing for this moment, yet now she was here, back again, in a human body, able to speak … he just didn't know what to say to her. It shouldn't be possible. It wasn't possible. How was his ship even running if his TARDIS was in that human body? The Doctor, for the very first time in his nine hundred years, was flabbergasted.

Okay, a nice longer one today for you. Found this one quite difficult though. I have a whole theory as to how the TARDIS has managed her amazing feat, but this won't get explained until probably the next chapter, so I hope it wasn't too tricky to understand :/ If you thought it was, please leave a review with any suggestions as to how I can improve it. You will make me super happy ;) Thanks guys!