A/N: Two updates in a day! I have no self-discipline. Ah, well. Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who, if I did the Ponds would be back.
The third was an hour later, Amy had snuggled up with Rory and flicked on the telly which crackled with static. Rory sighed.
"Amy..."
She shushed him and hugged the TARDIS blue blankets closer around them.
"TARDIS? Can you show all recordings on Rose Tyler?"
The TARDIS complied with a hum and the screen flickered with images of a pretty blond haired girl. Amy snuggled down and watched with fascination as the display of colorful images played out before her.
DWDWDWDWDWDWDW
Amy was blowing her nose by the time she saw Rose Tyler gone in the parallel world. As the screen blacked to static Amy blew her nose again. Rory just stared at his wife's blatant showing of emotion other than her usual stubborn Pond self.
The TARDIS rumbled in sympathy to Amy's plight. After all, the TARDIS viewed the images of her past all the time in continual rerun when she was alone (hardly ever) and she liked to linger on the good parts between her and her thief and most of those happened to be when the Doctor called her his 'sexy thing.'
But besides that, Amy got up and Rory moved to follow her but she waved him off and continued down the corridor alone to the Doctor's room. Rory shifted uneasily at the thought of his wife alone in dark room with a drunken man that she used to fancy but he regretted the thought almost immediately. Though if this had happened a few months ago (or was it years?) he would have worried immensely.
Amy, however, continued down the corridor drowned in the thoughts of the past few hours on screen. When she knocked softly and opened the door she found the Doctor still asleep. She tiptoed over and hesitated she didn't know if she should wake him and tell him. The sight of his face made her decide.
His fringe fell over one of his eyes and his face looked so young and innocent and his mouth was curved into a small smile. Amy knew that probably in an hour or two he would be brimming with energy and his eyes would be struggling not to show the weight of the universe upon his weary shoulders.
She kissed his forehead not with attraction but with a sisterly bond like the Doctor had done before and whispered a soft
"Goodnight."
The Doctor mumbled, "Come along, Ponds." in his sleep in response to Amy.
Amy smiled and closed the door gently.
When she returned to Rory they talked and laughed and eventually fell asleep in each other's arms. That was where the Doctor found them. He had no recollection of the past 48 hours other than a drunk haze and teeny weeny bit of shame thrown in and wondered why they were holed up asleep in this particular room instead of their beds, but he brushed it off as humanness and set off to tinker with the console of his TARDIS and ramble on to her.
The Doctor was unaware that he was not alone in his grief. Eventually wounds heal, they are not forgotten but remembered fondly and as time heals all wounds the Doctor, who was an expert in time, knew this deep down to be very true.