A/N: Thank you to everyone so far who has reviewed the first chapter of this story. I have taken note of what you have said, and even altered the story i.e. rightfully having TARDIS in capitals like it should (thanks to JuliaAurelia for pointing this out). I apologise for the length, but hopefully it's worth it!

Summary: Rory and Amy make their way to the honeymoon suite, although Amy just climbs right into bed and faces the wall, showing no interest towards Rory. Once Rory is asleep, she creeps to where the Doctor is underneath the TARDIS's centre console, and confronts him on how she has married the wrong man, and shows him who she really loves with a kiss. The Doctor is unwilling and warns Amy there is more to him than she may ever know. Amy is shocked by the sudden change in the Doctor, and returns to the honeymoon suite tearful but reluctant to give up on him.

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~The person you solemnly trust, that turns on you for the worst~

Rory opened his eyes to see his wife wasn't there. He panicked, looked over the edge of the bed and saw her lying on the floor. She was curled up asleep, but she was muttering words, not that he could make them out. She was whimpering too, as if she was scared. She must be having a nightmare. Wonder if I should wake her up? And risk getting my head bitten off? Maybe not… Rory returned to where he originally lay on the bed and stared at the ceiling, when there was a soft knocking on the door.

"Room service!" said a voice.

"Er…come in?" said Rory confused. The Doctor whipped into the room but tried to do so elegantly and carefully, as he was balancing two trays full of food for breakfast into the room.

"Ah, I see Pond enjoys the floor more than the bed." He said, glancing at Amy who was still asleep on the floor.

"I think she felt out of bed and she's having a nightmare or something because she was whimpering and saying stuff before." Rory explained, taking one of the trays from the Doctor. The Doctor just looked at Amy again, no expression showing on his face.

"Well, I'll leave the tray on the bed for her. I'll leave you to it." said the Doctor, walking out the room. Just as he was about to open the door, Rory asked:

"Doctor? Is Amy…ok? She's just…not…been too happy lately. And last night she…we…didn't…" Rory said stuttering, not really keen on discussing bedroom matters with anyone. The Doctor still with his head looking down at the door handle replied:

"Space sickness. Probably. It can hit anyone at any time."

"Oh." said Rory. The Doctor looked round back at Rory, smiled an awkward almost sympathetic smile, before turning back to leave slowly through the door. Amy woke up due to the creaking of the wooden door and looked round. She popped her head up so she could see Rory.

"You didn't kick me out of bed, did you?" she asked. Then saw the trays of breakfast. "And you made us breakfast in bed?"

"Um, no. And the Doctor made breakfast." Rory replied, his mouth full of toast. Amy got up, grabbed the tray and walked out of the room. "Amy where are you going?" Rory asked sounding hurt.

"I don't like this room." She said whilst walking out through to the corridor. She made her way to where she guessed the Doctor would be. And there he was, this time he was operating the TARDIS, although not frantically, but more like as if they were taking a cruise through space and time. Amy walked down the stairs, balanced the breakfast on the railings and said:

"What's this?" she had her arms crossed, and didn't look too pleased. The Doctor turned round to face her.

"Breakfast." he replied.

"I know that! But what about what happened last night. You were taking us home last time I checked." she said annoyed.

"Do you want to go home?"

"No! Doctor, I told you I have no home back there now."

"Problem solved then!" The Doctor said smiling. Amy couldn't tell if this was sarcasm or not. "Ah, Rory! Right now you're here both together, I want to know where you plan on going now. Or I could choose for you, but I can't guarantee it won't be full of flesh-eating aliens." He said almost laughing. Amy couldn't believe it. Did she dream last night had happened?

"I don't mind where we go – Amy? Anywhere you fancy?" Rory asked, walking down the stairs. Amy hadn't took her furious eyes off the Doctor, who was now operating the TARDIS, getting her ready for the next voyage across the universe.

"Anywhere. I don't care." she said coldly. The Doctor didn't even look up.

"Great! I do love surprises." He said, grinning ear to ear and now his pace picked up, and he was once again dancing around the centre console. It was the usual bumpy ride, so Amy and Rory were both clinging onto the railings for their lives, when slowly it subsided.

"Where are we?" Rory asked, wanting to break an awkward silence.

"Ah, the wonderful planet of Hyproxi. Go on, take a look for yourself." he said, waiting for the couple to make a move. Rory hesitated, and then looked at Amy. She was too busy firing daggers at the Doctor who seemed oblivious to it.

"Just go Rory. I'll catch up." Amy said; her voice was harsh and low. Rory didn't argue and stepped outside, shutting the TARDIS's door behind him. As soon as he did, Amy strode over to the Doctor "So you're going to play the whole 'nothing has happened' act. You know, there's something on our planet, a medical condition called bi-polar. I think you may suffer from it." The Doctor had a smile on his face he couldn't contain. He replied laughing:

"Amy, bi-polar isn't a patch on what I am." He grinned manically. Amy nearly screamed in frustration, and stormed out of the TARDIS. The Doctor waited for no apparent reason, and then eventually came out too.

"Doctor I don't mean to be rude, but this looks exactly like Earth." Said Rory; they had landed in the middle of a huge forest. "Only we're in a middle of a forest." He added. Although Amy didn't say anything, she did agree with Rory. The forest sent chills down her spine. It wasn't because it was dark, because it was quite the opposite; vibrantly coloured. But it was deathly silent.

"We're definitely on the right planet Rory. Hyproxi is well renowned for its landscape made almost entirely of forests." The Doctor explained. "I thought we should take a trip here because it really is an extraordinary planet."

"So you've brought us to a planet that is just one giant forest?" Amy said raising her eyebrow. The Doctor looked at Amy as if she had just slated the universe itself.

"Amy Pond, this to you may be a planet that 'is just one giant forest', but it holds more than you can imagine." He said, pointing his finger at her. "Now, come along Ponds." He said whilst walking off into the distance. He loved referring to Amy and Rory as 'the Ponds', even though the Doctor knew fine well that wasn't how surnames worked in marriages i.e. they are 'the Williams'. Amy followed close behind, observing the Doctor's every move. Rory trailed after them, looking for something, anything that seemed alien. But there was nothing. No animals so to speak making a sound, or prowling through the twigs and leaves, no birds or alien equivalent chirping or fluttering their wings.

They had walked for what seemed miles, but it was all forest. Amy had been closely observing the Doctor for a while now; it was becoming a compulsive obsession. He acted relatively normal. Or what was normal behaviour for the Doctor. "Doctor is there anything else on this planet? Anything exciting?" Amy asked, complaining of the lack of well, everything other than foliage.

"Supposedly there are life forms on this planet, though they are never heard of. They are never seen. It is said they were swallowed by the planet from the very things that gave them life in the first place."

"So we're looking…for nothing?" Rory asked, running to catch up to the Doctor, leaving Amy at the back now.

"No, actually, I want to find out why…" the Doctor trailed off. The Doctor turned round to see Amy was breathing very rapidly, almost gasping for air. Rory's jaw dropped, and he ran over to his wife.

"Amy!" cried Rory. She was a pale, ghostly colour. She was moving towards a tree, as if it was some sort of refuge.

"Amy, what are you doing, what's happening?" inquired the Doctor, whilst scanning her frantically to try and find out what was wrong.

"Doctor what's happening?" asked Rory, his voice was trembling.

"I don't know Rory – hush, brain thinking!" he said, holding up a finger to silence Rory. The Doctor realised Amy was reaching towards the tree, as if she needed it. He quickly scanned the tree, and looked at the results from his Sonic Screwdriver. "Oh. This is extremely very not good." He said to himself. The tree's trunk seemed to open up, and Amy was being absorbed and taken in by the tree.

"Doctor…" Amy said in an almost silent voice. "Help." The Doctor reached for Amy.

"Amy! Grab on to me, pull yourself out you've got to help. You don't need this tree to breathe; it is tricking you into believing it. Trust me Amy, please." The Doctor said, looking into her deteriorating eyes. Her skin was diminishing in colour; she could scarcely hold her head up. Rory grabbed on too and tried to pull her out. Come on, there's got to be something, there is always a way out…the Doctor thought, frustrated. He was running his hands through his hair, pacing around not welcoming any interruptions from anyone, so both stayed silent. Even the tree that was absorbing Amy was silent. Eventually an idea lit his eyes. "Right, Rory, I'm going to do something mad, but it should work. On the count of 3, you haul Amy out with every bit of strength you have, ok?" the Doctor said. Rory replied with a quick nod of his head. He was trembling with fear of what was happening to his wife. "1….2…3!" the Doctor yelled, sticking his hand into the tree. Rory pulled and pulled, and eventually Amy was prised free from the tree, but the Doctor was slowly being absorbed instead. He let out a painful gasp, but he was Time Lord. The tree was no match for him. He pulled free, clutching his hand which eventually returned to its original colour. He double checked his hand, then with his Sonic Screwdriver tried to put the tree into a temporary sleeping state, then realised his Screwdriver didn't do wood. The tree had partially absorbed a Time Lord, and such energy will have stopped it needing any more energy for millennia.

"Doctor, will she be ok?" asked Rory, tears coming to his eyes, tucking some of her hair behind her ear.

"Yes, yes, of course. Her body should be repairing itself now. But I am soooo stupid!" he shouted, banging his head on his hand, running his hands through his hair. "No time to explain now though, we have to get back to the Tardis." He said, looking down at Amy. "But we have to make it back without being consumed by these trees." He continued, looking at Rory. The Doctor's eyes were full of regret and distress. No wonder this planet had been silent for eons. Why did he have to drag people into his curiosity?

"You mean, every single one of these trees…eats…people?" Rory asked, not quite believing what he was hearing. He was eyeing every tree up suspiciously.

"Look Rory, I don't have time to explain. No, not all of these trees, just some. No there isn't any way really to tell them apart, but, my Screwdriver will soon sort that dilemma out. Right, you carry Amy and I'll scan. We've got to do this quickly otherwise we are in trouble." The Doctor instructed, and Rory not wanting to delay any longer, picked up Amy who was barely conscious and followed the Doctor. Rory could barely lift Amy; he wasn't the strongest of men at all. The Doctor waved his Sonic around, like a metal detector. "I think we're lucky. There aren't too many of these 'carnivorous' trees around this area. Come on, I can see the TARDIS now, we should be safe." Said the Doctor.

'Should be safe'…he's jinxed us now thought Rory, watching his step very carefully. He felt Amy stirring in his arms. "Amy?"

"Watch where you're going! Knowing you, you'll probably fall or something." Her voice was healthier sounding now, and she seemed to be recovering well. She didn't look too pleased with Rory, and he felt like reminding her that he had just saved her life, but then thought better of it. They had reached the TARDIS, and Amy said "I can walk, you know," and ignored Rory's poor attempts at trying to stop her. The Doctor opened the TARDIS door, and Rory walked in, watching Amy as she took precarious steps towards the door. "Rory, just go inside." She said, annoyed at him for watching her like a hawk. The Doctor saw how much Amy was struggling.

"Pond I'm afraid I can't watch you struggle anymore. It's no use resisting…" as he said this, he picked her up with ease, carrying her using the fireman's lift technique, and strode into the TARDIS. Amy couldn't be bothered to try and resist, and rather enjoyed being carried by the Doctor. He was surprisingly strong. Rory looked and he was instantly jealous.

"Right, you need to go to the medical bay Amy, I'll sort you out there. Rory, just…er…do something." The Doctor said rather vaguely while he whisked off to the medical bay. Rory was left in the centre console not knowing what to say or do. He decided to just follow the Doctor into the medical bay. The Doctor placed Amy down on the edge of a bed. Amy looked around. It was an endlessly white room, which had all sorts of equipment here and there. Stuff she recognised, others she'd never seen before. The Doctor brought a syringe which had some clear liquid in it. "I'm not going to lie, this will hurt." He didn't even finish his sentence when he placed the needle into Amy's arm.

"OW!" Amy jumped at the pain.

"All done now." He smiled. Amy scowled at him for not warning her he was going to stick the needle into her arm right away.

"Um, Doctor, what were those trees? And what did they want from Amy?" Rory asked.

The Doctor leant against a cabinet, presumably full of all sorts of medical items and looked at the pair. They were both waiting for him to reply. "Well, the trees that try to eat people so to speak are genetic mutations. Like all genetic mutations they happened by accident, but it give them an edge. These new breeds of trees swallow any living thing, luring the prey with a sort of pollen that confuses the prey into thinking it can't breathe, that its life depends on being near the tree. It then begins to absorb the prey, quite literally sucking the life out of it. The trees spread across the planet, camouflaged with other trees, so there was no way for the animals to tell who was friend, and who was foe. The sap of these trees is made of the blood of what was once a flourishing planet of living, breathing, beautiful animals that lived in harmony with the forest. Now they've been consumed by the very thing that gave them life." The Doctor said, staring into space, looking distant.

"Can you not save the planet from them trees?" Rory asked, wondering. The Doctor turned to face Rory who was still standing in the doorway of the room.

"It's part of the planet and its course in evolution. Life will find a way." The Doctor said. "I witnessed events on the Earth that I had to force myself not to intervene with otherwise it would have altered the course of humanity, and even its entire existence." He continued. He let out a slanted smile. Rory walked out the room, and the Doctor went to check Amy over. She was looking stronger already, but needed rest. She was still sat on the edge of the bed, looking frail.

"You know Amy; this is exactly why I'm not a safe person to be around." He said, looking into her eyes. He looked hurt for what he had put them through.

"Doctor, you didn't know the trees were going to eat people, no one would have. I know Doctor, I know you wouldn't intend harm." She said, tears welling up as she saw how hurt he looked. He smiled at Amy, and kissed her on the forehead. She will never understand. He thought. His thoughts were interrupted by Amy, who had grabbed him in to kiss. Her lips were full of desire, need, want. He let himself go in her lips, contributing only a little. Soon his own desires took over with him, and he enforced strong, deep kisses onto Amy, getting more enthusiastic. She ran her hands through his hair, tugging at it. He supported her back with his strong hands, pulling her closer to him so their hips were touching. Their lips were crushing together, the Doctor becoming possessive. They were so engrossed in each other's passion; they didn't notice someone was nearby.

"Doctor?"