A/N: Right folks, I spent ages writing the plot for this chapter to plan it out, so that's why it's late in being finished.

Summary: Amy came clean and told Rory she didn't love him back as much as he loved her, only as friends but he will still always be a big part of her life. She even says he can keep on travelling with them, but she then rethinks that. She tells the Doctor and then asks if he has to paperwork in order to annul her and Rory's marriage. The Doctor brings the paperwork, and escorts Rory to his house alone as Amy requested. Rory turns on the Doctor and threatens him that if he harms Amy, he'll kill him. He goes home, and the Doctor returns to Amy. He puts her to bed by force (if a little playfully) and tucks her in. Before the Doctor leaves her bedroom (on the TARDIS) Amy asks if he loves her. He doesn't reply, but looks at the floor before closing the door.

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~Somewhere so enchanting it takes the breath out of your lungs. But there's somewhere so full of revulsion, you force the breath out of your lungs.~

"Doctor, I don't want to go on a guilt-trip." Amy whined. He'd done it before but at the time Amy didn't realise it was because Rory had died, or more accurately was erased from the universe itself.

"Amy I feel beyond appalling for what's happened and wholly responsible. Now I think you deserve just a bit of something for that." He insisted.

"But if anything you were the one who helped me you know…tell Rory about how I felt, and stopped any more damage being done." She said. The Doctor was outspoken, and had his head hung, staring at the control panel.

"You win then, this is not a guilt-trip. But I'm taking you anyway. It's a place so pretty visitors call the planet 'Heaven', but its actual name is Aurius." He said, looking up. Amy gave in too:

"Ok, but it better be good." She warned, and then her serious face broke into a smile. I could have him wrapped round her finger if I wanted to…The Doctor grinned and sent the TARDIS to the planet quite suddenly, which took Amy by surprise and she nearly fell, but luckily she grabbed onto a random lever on the control panel. "No offence Doctor, but did you ever pass a 'TARDIS driving test' or whatever?"

"No, but that never stopped me." He replied, heading towards the doors. Amy soon followed after looking at him in bewilderment on how on earth he's managed all these years, centuries even, living such a haphazard lifestyle.

"Doc-" Amy cut herself short once she gazed across the skyline. The sky was like a watercolour painting; blends of different shades of pink danced with each other in the sky, and the sky was roamed by what looked like blue horses. They had giant shimmering wings, elegant long legs, and their tails weren't entirely made of hair like that of a horse back on Earth. Their tails were made of flesh, only the underside sprouting deep navy hair which swayed in the wind, having a life of their own. The horse-like creature's ears were long and thin, pointed down over like a ram's horns. The Doctor saw Amy looking at these creatures in amazement.

"Those are Divreqisolitanoes – or Divreqi for short." He explained, and joined Amy in observing the creatures. "Beautiful, aren't they?" he said. Amy took her eyes off the Divreqi to look at the landscape itself. It was similar to Earth's, with a few woods here and there, rolling hills and a mountain range in the background. But everything seemed to have a pinkish taint to it, as if the sky was glowing light down onto the land below. Amy checked her skin but it was still like porcelain. It must be just the way Aurius is.

"There are other creatures here too. Some describe them as angels, but they're a race called the Phulpines. They are very similar to humans, but they have wings. Beautiful dove white wings."

"So does everything on this planet have wings?" Amy asked.

"Well, you could say that as many creatures on Aurius have wings like as many creatures on Earth have bones. It's just how the planet evolved, but some life decided to make use of the ground beneath them, like the Phulpines. However their wings haven't disappeared completely." The Doctor explained.

"Can we go see one?" Amy asked, her eyes lighting up.

"This isn't a zoo, Pond. This is a fully functional planet with living, interacting, sociable and intelligent beings much like humans. But yes, we will go and 'see one'." The Doctor said. They made their way towards what looked like a village, a quaint dainty place full of Phulpines on what seemed like market stalls, others in groups chatting. It reminded Amy of a medieval Earth, as life seemed very simple and old fashioned. There were even Divreqi pulling carts full of alien-looking vegetables and crops. As the Doctor and Amy approached the start of the village, the Doctor noticed something. Nearly every Phulpine that noticed the Doctor and Amy stopped what they were doing, and started eyeing the pair suspiciously. It was slowly going silent.

"I guess they're not used to people from different planets visiting their home." Amy chuckled.

"No, this is serious." The Doctor checked his watch; he had definitely arrived at the right date. "Amy the Phulpines are used to all sorts of races visiting their planet. They even advertise it as a holiday destination to neighbouring worlds. There is something wrong. Something extremely very wrong." He said while getting out his Sonic, and scanning the area, even briefly scanning a Phulpine who was passing by. "But nothing abnormal…" he said to himself whilst checking the results.

"You're just overreacting!" Amy moaned. Slowly the Phulpines carried on what they were doing; now completely ignoring the Doctor and Amy. "See! They're fine! Maybe they had never seen humans before. Or Time Lord in your case." She continued. The Doctor looked around, checking for something he could be missing.

"Humans have been before, you're not the first. And they wouldn't know I'm a Time Lord just by looking at me." He glanced at Amy to make sure she wasn't ignoring him, but she had her eyes shut. "Amy? Do you need more sleep?" he asked confused. Her eyes opened at the sound of his voice.

"Hm? What? No, I was just thinking." She said, appearing to be dazed.

"Good." Said the Doctor "Don't know how you humans can bare to sleep for so long anyway. You can do so much but no, you all prefer to lie motionless in bed for 8 hours." He rambled on.

"You don't always have to be motionless in bed." Amy said, in a seductive tone. The Doctor looked at her bemused.

"What do you mean?" he asked. Amy strutted over to him, looking at him with lust in her eyes.

"I mean," she then leaned into his ear, while pressing her body against his "a bed is for a lot more than sleeping in. So long as you have the right person in bed with you…" she whispered. The Doctor couldn't believe what he was hearing. He held her back strongly at arm's length.

"Amy, I have already warned you. I am not who you think I am. Not entirely, anyway." He said, looking directly into her eyes showing he was serious. She let out a slight laugh, and stared at him back with deep lustrous eyes. The Doctor let go of the grip he had on Amy. Did she just laugh at what I said? She came up close to him again, pulling him towards her with his braces. Her lips were almost brushing his.

"Maybe I can find out." She whispered, looking at his lips, then at his eyes. The Doctor wasn't having this any longer. He grabbed her shoulders tightly, lowered himself a tiny bit so he was at direct eye level to Amy, and said in the most menacing tone he could muster:

"I am the Oncoming Storm, Destroyer of Worlds, The Dark One, The Evil One, The Dark Lord. I am nothing to be taken lightly Amelia and I suggest you start taking me seriously or I will throw you back to Earth faster than you can ever imagine." His eyes were black, darkened with every dark memory he has no choice but to hold. He was starting to shake with every black thought and action he has ever gone through. Amy with astounding force pushed him against a wall of a cottage, pinning him there.

"You're confused, Doctor. I know what you want, what you need." Her hips seemed to thrust slightly against his as she said it. It was driving the Doctor mad. He couldn't let himself lose control, because not even he knew what he was capable of. She forced a kiss on him, holding his head in place so he couldn't resist. "I'll show you." She said, smiling a devious up-to-no-good smile, taking his hand in hers. The Doctor decided to go along with it, and then he would have to do something before it was too late. Amy led him inside a cottage which was empty. There was simply a double bed inside, as if the whole entire purpose of the cottage was just to sleep in. She led him onto the bed and made him lie down in the centre of it, and then straddled him on his hips. She studied his body (which was still fully clothed) carefully, and leaned in towards him for a kiss. "Mmm Doctor, you have a gorgeous body. I'd like to take it for a test drive." She said in a sexy but serious voice. She pinned his arms down above his head, and sucked on his lips, gently nibbling his bottom lip. He didn't reply to her kisses. He just lay there like the bed mattress, waiting for the opportune moment to carry out his plan. She pulled out of the kiss, and let go of his arms. He realised though he couldn't move his arms. He looked to see they had been tied down.

But how? There's no one around but Amy…he thought. Suddenly her irises turned white and her body jerked. "Amy?" the Doctor asked, seriously concerned as to what was going on. But then she blacked out, a black fog emerging from her nose and ears, creeping out like a snake stalking its prey. It seemed to have detected the Doctor, and shot right to him flying through his system before he could react. Amy collapsed on the Doctor's chest, lying on top of him. She regained consciousness quickly, and saw she was lying on him and he was tied to a bed. She got off him, confused as to what was happening or where they were. She looked at him and saw his eyes were shut. Suddenly he started moving side to side violently like he was experiencing a bad nightmare. He was saying things in a totally alien language, but somehow she knew this wasn't Gallifreyan. This language sounded menacing, sickening and violent. The Doctor's eyes shot open but they weren't focused. His back arched up and he was rolling around, almost like he was in pain.

"Doctor? Doctor please, what's wrong?" Amy asked, crying at what she was seeing. He screamed and his eyes were clasped shut again, but he sat bolt upright, tearing the ties that held him to the bed. His head was turning from side to side, uncontrollably, almost like he was arguing with himself and Amy didn't know what to do. He was starting to slow down, his eyes still shut. He was now just breathing heavily. "Doctor?" Amy asked again, terrified, touching his shoulder for reassurance. His head snapped towards her and his eyes shot open like bullets. She wasn't greeted with the Doctor's eyes; these eyes were as black as space itself.