A/N: I should be doing more important things at the minute, but I couldn't resist a start on writing this chapter. This may be the death of me!

Summary: The Doctor is acting a complete contrast to what he was previously to Amy, acting like nothing had happened. He took them to a planet called Hyproxi; a planet full of forests. The Doctor's curiosity of the planet got them into trouble when Amy was being absorbed by a tree. They helped her free, and the Doctor quickly escorted them back to the TARDIS, as he found out some trees were genetic mutations that made them consume anything living, hence why the planet was silent and its animals had disappeared. The Doctor took care of Amy in the medical bay, when she came onto him. They were both engrossed in a kiss when they heard a voice…

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"Doctor?" said a wimpy-sounding voice, which could have only belonged to one person. Immediately both Amy and the Doctor pull out from the kiss reluctantly. His head was resting on Amy's forehead, looking down into her eyes. The Doctor's own eyes were full of sadness at what he had encouraged, while Amy's eyes poured out worry.

I've really done it now he thought. He gradually closed his eyes, took a breath and turned round. "Ah, Rory! I was just checking Amy's breathing over, seems to have calmed down now to the normal rate." He said, hoping his 900 and odd years of telling lies had paid off into making it believable. Amy couldn't look Rory in the eyes; she was looking anywhere but at him. Rory's eyes darted between the pair of them. Unfortunately he did know exactly what was going on.

"Oh right, call me stupid but as far as I know, you don't kiss someone to check their breathing. Or is this some sort of new technique?" Rory said, anger building up inside him. Hate. Jealousy. Sadness. Betrayal. The Doctor dithered, for once not really knowing what to say. Amy stepped in before the Doctor thought of anything to say.

"Doctor, could you?" she asked, signalling she wanted him to leave her and Rory alone to talk. He turned to her, and nodded, walking out the room avoiding Rory's gaze. Rory observed him prudently as the Doctor strode out of the room.

"Amy what was that all about? I c-can't believe-" he started stammering.

"Look, I'm not going to deny what happened, and Rory there's something I need to say, it's been playing on my mind. I just…I…" Amy didn't know how to get the words out of her mouth, trying to soften them so they sounded kind and caring, but what she was about to say was quite the opposite to Rory. "I think you deserve someone…who…who loves you back as much as you love them. I love you Rory, but as a friend. That's where I've made my mistake. You know you mean the world to me. But I don't love you like a wife should." Amy had never felt so mean, so nasty in her life. But really, on the morning of my wedding if I'd remembered the Doctor earlier, would I have really gone through and married Rory?

"That's it though, isn't it? I mean the world to you but the world was never enough was it? You had to run away with a madman with a box - on the night of our wedding." He said through his teeth. He tried to hold back tears, but it was no use. "And now you've fallen in love with him, and you choose an alien over me." He said shaking his head trying to shake off his anger. I should have seen it before. I had my doubts earlier on when we all travelled together, but I never thought she would actually consider dumping me for a weird ancient alien old enough to be her great granddad X 20.

"Rory please – you will always, always be a big part in my life. You can even stay and travel with us if you want…but I guess you won't want to…" she said stopping anymore hurtful words coming out. Rory looked at her as if she'd shot him. Quite ironic really, since he had shot her 2000 years ago. "Then maybe it's best if you do go home." She said, looking away. He was crying silently, and Amy could tell from the corner of her eye. She didn't know whether or not to comfort him or leave him there crying – both were equally as cruel. She decided to leave the room to tell the Doctor.

"Amy are you absolutely sure?" he asked. He felt completely responsible for what had just happened between them; another weight to add to his shoulders.

"It's best for both of us if he goes home. He can have a normal life now, a safe one. He'll get the woman he deserves." She said. "Besides, I think he completely hates me." She added. The Doctor couldn't help but let out a laugh. Amy frowned. "And what's so funny?" she asked, stunned at his reaction.

"Well, I doubt he'll ever hate you. He follows you like a lost puppy. Love like that doesn't diminish completely, it just reorganizes itself. He'll love you in his own way, in a friendship sort of sense." The Doctor explained. He had witnessed many events between humans similar to this. All ended in almost identical ways.

"There's something else as well. So that Rory can be free to remarry…and me too…" she said the last bit quietly, "I want my marriage annulled. This is going to sound crazy but do you have the paperwork I need?" she asked.

"This is the TARDIS. The sort of questions you should be asking, is what don't I have." He grinned. Amy smiled somewhat, but remembered what she was doing, and the situation she was in. She leant against the TARDIS's control column, contemplating over what just happened. Rory walked into the room, with a face of abhorrence, just wanting to escape from everything. He forced himself to look at Amy to ask her a question he wanted to know:

"So this is it then. You dump me off back home, and now you can live happily ever after with your Raggedy Doctor?" he said, his voice choking back tears. Amy had tears swelling in her eyes too. She had never seen him so wounded and of course she cared about Rory; he was the only person who stood by her all these years. All those years of madness where she swore an alien in a blue police box had crashed in her garden, and he said there was a swimming pool in the library. He called himself the Doctor, and he looked very raggedy. He visited her house where he ate fish fingers and custard and promised he would fix the crack in her wall. He said he would be 5 minutes. She packed a suitcase, waiting; the girl who waited. And Rory was the only one who accepted it.

"There's no such things as fairy tales." Amy said, a tear escaping from her eye. The Doctor returned with some documents for the pair to fill out. Amy quickly wiped the tear from her face, and begun filling in the paperwork. Rory did too, but was far more reluctant than Amy.

"Rory these papers will be what you need to start your life; to start it properly. You can find the right woman, a one who truly loves you like a lover should; a woman who really deserves you." She said, holding either side of his hand. He nodded if only a little to show he understood. Tears flowed down his face, and Amy couldn't bear it. She whispered to the Doctor if he could make sure Rory arrived home safe, and check they had landed in the right year at least. The Doctor smiled marginally and followed Rory out of the TARDIS, closing the door behind. It was night time, and the Doctor checked his watch. It was the right date, maybe at 3am, but he supposed it was better that it was that time since no one would really be around. They had only walked a few metres when Rory stopped and turned to face the Doctor. He grabbed the Doctor's collar so tight he nearly choked him. The Doctor tilted his head back and looked down at him. Rory spoke right in his face through clenched teeth:

"If you hurt Amy, in any way I swear…I swear I'll kill you." he threatened. The Doctor replied with a sluggish smile, freaking Rory out a little.

"Don't worry. But you'd have to catch me first." He said, grinning. Rory withheld the temptation to punch him, let go of the Doctor's collar and stormed off into his house. The Doctor watched him, his hands in his pockets until the door closed shut. He surveyed the area, before walking back to the TARDIS.

Amy was standing around inside looking lost and fairly aloof.

"Amy, are you sure about this?" the Doctor asked.

"Doctor I know what love feels like now. Passionate love I mean. And I know now I never felt any of it for Rory. I feel it for…someone else…" she drifted off her sentence, blushing a little. The Doctor knew who she was implying. He heaved a sigh at her persistence.

"Well I think you need some rest. After everything that's happened lately. And you need to 100% recover; 99% isn't enough for me." He simpered. Amy looked up and frowned a little.

"I'm fine. I don't need any rest." She said stubbornly.

"I think you do." The Doctor averred.

"I know I don't." she said crossing her arms. The Doctor smiled at her obstinacy.

"Am I going to have to physically put you to bed?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.

"I'm not going anywhere otherwise."

"Fine Pond, fine. Don't say I didn't warn you." He smirked. Amy looked at him confused, then suddenly he started running towards her with speed, and her eyes widened with shock as he swept her off her feet like a toy doll, and with her slung over his shoulder ran to her room. She was taken by shock at his surprising strength. She tried to protest by wriggling, but she couldn't as the Doctor's firm arms had a viper grip on her. She didn't want to show she was enjoying being held captive by the Doctor, but let out a giggle. He placed her down gently on her bed, and asked her patronizingly: "Do you want to be tucked in too?" Amy stuck out her tongue in defiance but the Doctor once again ignored her, and tucked her in tight.

"Doctor…?" she asked

"Yes?"

"How come you're so…strong?" she questioned, trying not to let her cheeks flush pink again. He laughed and replied:

"Part of being a Time Lord, Pond." He headed towards the door, just about to close it behind him when Amy asked again:

"Doctor?"

He sighed and laughed at the same time. She's still as curious as she was back when she was 7.

"Do you love me?" The question took the Doctor by surprise. He paused, looked at the floor, and smiled slightly before closing the door shut behind him.