NOTE: Lordy be in a boat! The response I am getting for this story is amazing! Thanking all your blessed hearts!

JUST ANOTHER LITTLE NOTE BEFORE WE BEGIN: I am not SUPER proud of this chapter! I feel like I can do better. I am just at a bit of a writer's block! Hopefully I get back on track soon.

The Doctor had to run to catch up to his former companion.

"Never seen you beg for help before! I've seen you ask, but not beg. She must be special," Amy said. "Like, special, special. What about my daughter, Doctor?" She stopped and turned around. The Doctor was in a state of pure shock with his jaw dropped, practically to the floor. "Come on, Doctor! Keep that big chin off the ground!"

"But... how?...There's no possible way... what? What? WHAT?" the Doctor sputtered. Amy smiled at him and reached for a hug. As she wrapped her arms around his neck, she said:

"Come here, raggedy man!"

The Doctor wrapped his arms around her waist and bent his head down into her shoulder.

"Amelia, my Amelia. You glorious goddess of time," whispered the Doctor. He rose his head and pulled away from the hug. He still held her by her elbows as to prevent her from vanishing. The Doctor looked at her with wide eyes and a big goofy grin. A tear of happiness even fell out of one eye, though her wiped it away quickly, thinking to himself humany-wumany.

"How?" The Doctor asked, worried about another universe collapsing in on itself.

Amy smiled, and said, "That's not important right now! But what is important it that we get this girl back. The Impossible Girl...," she muttered to herself.

"What did you say at the end there? You muttered a little bit. I think you get it from Rory. RORY! How's my favorite Centurion?" asked the Doctor.

"Doctor? Clara," said Amy, reminding the Doctor of the task at hand.

-x-

Clara was asleep, strapped to a machine, and being watched by two strange strangers. The woman walked up with another needle, this time connected to a bag of a red liquid, possibly blood. She carefully inserted the needle into the back of Clara's elbow, right into her blood stream. The woman walked back to where the man was standing. They stood at a desk full of machinery, tubes, and more bags. The man touched a button that turned on a screen in the middle of the desk.

"We've got her. Strapped in and ready to change. But after scanning her, I think you should come take a look yourself," began the woman. She had a bit of a robotic sound to her voice.
"Just begin the process," replied someone. The responder was a man whose face was shown on the screen. Unfortunately, the equipment was old, so the screen was bad quality and darkened the man's face, making it difficult to see his facial features.

"But sir-"

"JUST DO IT!" screamed the man on the other end. The man and the woman looked at each other with scared eyes. The man clicked the button to turn off the screen while the woman pressed the button that began pumping the liquid rapidly into Clara's body.

-x-

"Amy, I don't know where she is. Frankly, I don't know where I am," the Doctor stated. Amy grabbed the Doctor's hand and started running as another piece of flying wood crashed right near where they used to be standing. They fell as the piece crashed to the dirt ground. At this time, the Doctor noticed Amy's attire; combat boots (like, military), long-sleeve green shirt, tight leather pants, and a white metal vest. It kind of reminded him of "Red Waterfall" Amy, older and tougher.

Amy looked up, and said, "I think I know where she is." The Doctor looked up to where Amy was staring and saw exactly what she was talking about. A giant metal building in the middle of a forest, a burning forest nonetheless. They started running through the tall grass and flaming flowers, on a mission to save Clara.

Well, at least one of them was.