A/N Ok, so I have a confession... Most of why I posted that A/N was because I didn't have anything ready for you guys and I felt guilty for not giving you anything... Sorry about that. But the rest of it was because I had been hoping for a bit more feedback on the transcript because I found it really difficult. Anyways, without further ado, here is... CHAPTER 6! WHEEEE! (And don't worry, you'll get more Madame K. and mysterious man numero uno soon, just be patient, I'm not sure what to write just yet)

Thank you all for reviewing, I appreciate it so much (and for future reference, I could never hold a story hostage... I enjoy knowing people's reactions too much! I like providing some good readage, as BlinkingAngel says, for you all!)
Some self-promoting: I'm starting a quick little story, maybe a one-shot, about the Master and the Doctor when they were at the Timelord Academy and the Master was called by the drums. More info on that later, if you like! ^.^

Oh, little more ado, I do not own! sorry, but I'm not Mr. Moffat!

David looked around, happily surrounded by his—the Doctor's, he corrected—friends on a lovely, dry day in Utah. He stretched and lifted his wine glass in the air to the center of the blanket.

"Salud!" He could almost forget what he had to do. Not like he ever could forget, but he didn't regret it. He would never regret it.

The other three laughed and followed suit. "Salud!" The clinking of glasses filled the silence for a moment until Rory spoke.

"So when are we going to 1969?" David grimaced internally; he had hoped to avoid this a little longer. He was enjoying the carefree conversations and gentle teasing. He breathed a sigh of relief when Amy's voice carried over one of the teasing remarks David was so relishing.

"And since when do you drink wine?" A smirk was hidden behind her confused façade, and David shrugged.

"I'm 1,103 - I must have drunk it some time." He took a sip, but quickly spitting out the disgusting concoction. "Oh, wine's horrid! I thought it would taste more like the gums." He wiggled his tongue around in his mouth to make sure nothing had melted before focusing on what Amy was saying.

"1,103? You were 908 the last time we saw you."

"You've put on a couple of pounds," He said, defending the age the Doctor and he had decided on. "I wasn't going to mention it."

Amy looked up, her face contorted, eyes trying to see past the blazing sun. "Who's that?"

David felt a wave of pity well up inside of him. He knew everything that would happen to that poor girl, but he was helpless to stop it. This must be how the Doctor feels, he mused despondently. I'm helpless because of all this 'fixed-point' nonsense.

Rory gave his wife a sideways glance. "Who's who?"

Amy looked at him, seeming to snap out of a trance. "Sorry, what?"

"What did you see? You said you saw someone."

"No, I didn't."

Time for a subject change, David's inner voice sang. He sighed happily. "The moon, look at it! Of course, you lot did more than look, didn't you? Big silvery thing in the sky, you couldn't resist it. Quite right."

Rory's face convulsed as he put two and two together. "The moon landing was in '69. Is that where we're going?"

"Oh, a lot more happens in '69 than anyone remembers. Human beings... I'll never get done saving you."

In the distance, a truck pulled up onto one of the dunes. A man carrying what looked like a gasoline container stepped out, watching the four, a somber expression lining his countenance.

"Who's he," Amy wondered.

Rory and River rose. She turned around, her entire body freezing when she saw the lake.
"Oh, my God!"

David took a deep breath, staring somberly at the astronaut that had just risen out of the lake. "You all need to stay back. Whatever happens now, you do not interfere. Clear?" He began walking, determination in his every step and a stony look in his eye.

Rory stared in wonderment. "That's an astronaut. That's an Apollo astronaut in the lake. Look," he pointed.

David looked at the astronaut, at young River—or rather Melody. "Hello. It's OK, I know it's you," he coaxed gently.

She opened her visor to reveal the sad, mistreated and hardened face of Melody Pond.
David sucked in a breath; he hadn't known how difficult it would be to know that the woman who grows up to love the Doctor tried to kill him when she was a child. "Well then..."

David spoke for a few moments, and Melody raised her arm, tears beginning to run down her face.

"They hurt me, Doctor. I just want the pain to go away."

"I know, Melody, I know. They won't hurt you anymore after today. I promise."

She smiled a bit and fired. David gasped, staggering backwards and falling to his knees. He hadn't thought dying would hurt as much as it had.

Amy ran forward, panic coating her voice, screaming one word, "Doctor." River and Rory rushed forward to grab her.

"Amy! Stay back! The Doctor said stay back," River ordered.

David stood, and his limbs began glowing a soft golden color; the regeneration process was starting.

David looked at the three humans in apology, trying to convey his regrets in one look.
"I'm sorry."

The regeneration began to take hold of him when he was suddenly jolted out of it by a flash of green light and searing pain in his other heart. He heard River scream, her voice so pained, so distressed. He almost wanted to tell her, but that would ruin everything. I can't. I have to die here and now, with everyone thinking I'm him. It's the only option. Then his world went black and he thought nothing more.

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