A bit of a tone shift at the end of the last chapter. Is Twelve a good man?

"I'm really not happy about this" continued Eleven. "It's not right, abandoning the planet, seeing that it's likely we caused the problem in the first place."

"Well you can stay behind after I leave then" replied Twelve. "Maybe my TARDIS leaving will bring back the kittens, seeing that this theoretical crack was presumably caused by our TARDISes coming together, perhaps our TARDISes being parted will revert the timestream back to how it was before."

"You really think that?"

"Not really, but if I leave and you stay behind you'll find out either way."

"At least give it a bit longer, we've only been here two days."

"Well you've got until tomorrow morning. Use those brain cells, Fanta Boy."

Amy, Rory and Clara spent a quiet day at the lake, Rory and Clara doing some reading, while Amy caught up with some TV on her tablet. After a walk around the lakeside, all three decided it was time to return back to the Doctors.

"I wonder if they've come up with a solution" pondered Rory. "They seemed pretty short of ideas yesterday."

"I've seen three Doctor working together" replied Clara, "And they were amazing. I'd be astonished if they haven't figured out what's going on."

As they reached the TARDISes, they were greeted by two beaming Doctors, the two having agreed to present a united front.

"You look smug" commented Amy, "I take it you've found the crack or whatever it is that took the kittens."

"Yes" lied Twelve, "It's all under control. Once we thought it through, the answer was obvious."

"I told you they'd find the solution!" exclaimed an excited Clara. "I knew they wouldn't let us down." And with that she rushed over to hug both Doctors in turn.

Eleven was slightly embarrassed at the unmerited hug, but enjoyed the moment anyway!

Twelve was less happy, but this time it was more than his usual dislike of hugs. Unlike Eleven he'd have to live with the consequences of his actions, and how Clara, his Clara would react, the crushing disappointment and anger she would feel. Maybe it would be for Clara's good to see what he was really like, the fallible liar. It would certainly answer the question about whether he was a good man or not, and maybe Clara needed to move on, to be safe with Danny, to not have to lie any more.

Twelve then exchanged smiles with Clara, and the thought of Clara storming out, never to come back filled him with dread. Perhaps there was another way; maybe he could defer coming back to this planet afterwards, after all the TARDIS was infamous for going to the 'wrong' place. Maybe he could take Clara to this planet before the kittens disappeared, she wouldn't realise, and all would be well. But would this cause any further problems? Oh what a mess…

"So where are the kittens?" asked Amy interrupting Twelve's thought processes.

"Basically" replied Eleven, "When our TARDISes came together the temporal forces of the same TARDIS in two different moments in time created a crack in time itself, that has sucked in all the creatures on this planet. It's the presence of us which is the problem. Once we leave, then everything will reset itself."

"As simple as that? How can you be so sure?"

"It's happened elsewhere" replied Twelve. "It was only when we examined the history of such events, that we could be sure though."

"When we were walking around yesterday" queried Clara, "You never suggested it as a solution?"

"It seemed too obvious, and we didn't want to get your hopes up too soon, so we used today to test our thesis."

"And you're confident?" Clara didn't look entirely convinced.

"Positive. Clara you have my word on this."

"Hmmm" Clara replied as she paced around. "So when we leave, everything will reset itself?"

"Yes, but no need to rush off though!" interrupted Eleven. "After all, you'll never get another chance to meet Amy and Rory again. Have a final night together!"

"That's a sad thought actually" replied Clara. "We definitely can't leave without a proper farewell tonight!"

"Too right!" added Amy. "Besides, we haven't had a chance to talk to your Doctor properly. I'm not leaving before giving him a good grilling!"

"That will be something to look forward to" replied Twelve, but he didn't mind as he always liked sparring with Amy, and this would be a bonus. Twelve looked at Eleven and hoped that Eleven could find a solution, but deep down was sure he wouldn't. There was no crack anywhere on the planet, clearly the coming together of the TARDISes had done something terrible, something that he couldn't fix, something he'd have to live with for the rest of his lives. Better make the most of tonight then, the calm before the storm…

A little later Amy and Rory found an agitated Eleven hard at work in his Console room.

"Coming over?" asked Rory.

"Sorry, got er things to do, will be over later."

"Is everything ok?"

"Oh, fine, wonderful."

Eleven then put on a big smile.

"Have a great evening!"

Amy and Rory left Eleven's TARDIS feeling slightly puzzled. Outside Amy turned to Rory.

"Is this just a Doctor thing, not wanting to be together? Or is something up?"

"Maybe our Doctor just wants to give us space to talk to the other Doctor and Clara?"

"Yeah, that's probably right."

Amy then looked down at what Eleven had given Rory.

"I don't think they'll be interested in wine gums tonight though!"

Back in his TARDIS, Eleven was racking his brain for a solution. He couldn't abandon the planet like this.

"Welcome!" exclaimed Twelve as Amy and Rory entered his TARDIS, "Great to have you over!"

Someone's trying to make a good impression thought Clara, as he continued.

"Your Doctor, isn't he coming?"

"No, he was working on something" replied Amy. "He said he'd be over later."

Ah yes, he thought that would be the case. Twelve admired Eleven for his persistence, of wanting to be a good man.

"That's a shame" he replied. "Anyway, come through."

"Are we going to Clara's quarters?" asked Rory.

"Far too small" exclaimed Clara, hoping the TARDIS would take the hint. "No, we have a lounge area, where the Doctor tells me all about his history."

"While Clara tells me what to do!" replied Twelve with a laugh.

"I don't tell you what to do! Well er not always anyway."

Amy glanced over to Rory with a smile. Twelve and Clara made a most interesting combination.

The four of them walked along a corridor to a cosy room with battered leather armchairs.

"This is nice" commented Amy.

"Yes" replied Twelve, "The library is just around the corner, so it's a short walk to get some more reading."

"I can just imagine you two together" continued Amy with a smirk. "The magician and his apprentice!"

"Anyway!" interrupted Clara deliberately changing the subject, "Let me pour the wine, Rory I see you've brought over, er wine gums. Um nice."

Clara filled the glasses and proposed a toast.

"To the kittens!"

"The kittens!"

"So once we leave Doctor" continued Clara, "Everything will be sorted, and we'll be able to return to the planet and see the kittens."

"Yes" replied Twelve with a heavy heart.

"But we won't be there" added Amy. "It's been kinda fun having both TARDISes around, is there any chance of us meeting up again without producing cracks in the universe? Seeing the kittens together?"

"It'll be tricky, as it was us arriving together that seems to have created the problems in the first place. But then you won't remember coming here anyway, so might get distracted and go somewhere instead."

"Well we are due to visit New York" added Rory. "I can't wait!"

Twelve's heart sunk further at the reminder of what was about to happen to the Ponds.

"You'll have a great time there I'm sure."

"You know what happened don't you" enquired Amy. "Anything interesting?"

"You know I can't tell you Amy."

"I bet our Doctor does something daft; we'll be in some trendy nightclub surrounded by all the smart and cool set, and he'll be on the dance floor doing the drunk giraffe!"

"The drunk giraffe?" replied a puzzled Clara.

"Oh it's this ridiculous dance he does. Haven't you ever seen it?"

"No." Clara had never seen Eleven dance during their time together.

"Oh it's a sight to behold, a shame we don't have any videos to show you of it."

"There were some good photos taken during our wedding" replied Rory, "The wedding photographer took more of the Doctor dancing than of our wedding dance!"

"That's right! We left a set of those photos on the TARDIS didn't we? Where were they?"

"I'm pretty sure we left them in our old bedroom, in the bookcase there. It didn't seem necessary to move everything across, as it's not as if the TARDIS is short of rooms."

So Amy and Rory have two bedrooms, Clara pondered. She would definitely have to have a word with the TARDIS about this!

"You're right!" replied Amy, "I'll go and fetch them, won't take five minutes. I was only there a couple of weeks ago as I needed to fetch Rory's Roman outfit."

"Rory's Roman outfit?" Clara exclaimed with a quizzical expression.

"Yes, well er it's a thing I er wear" stammered Rory as he gazed at the floor. "Amy, is kinda into Romans and all that."

"Nice" replied Clara with a smirk. "Rory the Roman, I can visualise that."

Amy continued as she stood up.

"I'll see if I have any photos of him in costume."

"Good-oh!" Rory replied as he gulped down a glass of wine.

"I think someone needs a top up!"

Eleven was surprised to see Amy re-entering his TARDIS.

"Back already?"

"No just off to get our wedding album. It's in our old bedroom."

"You know the way?"

"Oh yes, I was there a couple of weeks ago to get…something."

"I'll try and join you later, but er things to do first."

"Great."

Amy then ran off to find the wedding album.

Eleven continued working at his console, why couldn't they find the crack? And why was Amy taking so long, perhaps she had got lost. Eleven eventually left the console room to find Amy…

Back in Twelve's TARDIS, the others were getting puzzled by how long Amy was taking.

"She does know the way doesn't she?" asked Clara.

"Definitely. And our Doctor would be able to show her the way if she couldn't remember. She'll be back soon, perhaps she's trying to persuade him to come over. Ah here he is."

It was indeed Eleven, but a flustered and upset Eleven, and by himself.

"She's gone!"

"Who's gone?"

"I'm sorry Rory, but Amy, she's gone."

"I don't understand?"

"The crack."

"What are you talking about?" exclaimed Twelve.

"The crack, the crack in time, it's in my TARDIS, and Rory, I'm so sorry, but I think it's taken Amy."

Suddenly it's all gone a bit more serious, but can the Doctors save Amy (and the kittens?)

Thanks for the reviews, alongside the Amy/Clara sass, I also wanted to examine Twelve's personality as well. I suspect things will get emotional in the next chapter...