A/N: I'm sorry the updates aren't as often as I'd like them to be, but I'm a busy person! Now, I shall start on the next chapter, which is this one. Yeh, I write the author's note before I even begin writing the chapter, but then I may add an apology if the chapter becomes lengthy! Well it seems I don't really have to add an apology; it's not as long as some of my chapters, but enjoy!

Summary: The Doctor fights off the fog, and finds out they're dark souls who host of other life forms. Amy wants to know what she did when she was possessed by them, and so the Doctor explains the raunchy affairs that unfolded, causing Amy to come onto the Doctor, only this time, for real. He stops before it gets any further, and after Amy announces her feelings to him, he realises he must stop it altogether. She insists on being with him, begging him to make her immortal so she can be with him forever, but he would never do such a thing to her. He takes her home, and she is far reluctant to follow his orders, so he handcuffs her to her bed and leaves her again…

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~Sometimes things don't arrive when you expect them. Sometimes, you have to wait.~

Amy slowly opened her eyes, and light replaced where there was once darkness. She looked around and remembered where she was. She had hoped, prayed even that this had all been a bad dream. She went to pick up her alarm clock to check the time, but her right hand was stuck. She looked to see the handcuffs. No, it wasn't a dream. Where do I even keep that stupid key? She thought to herself. The drawers! Why, why couldn't I have remembered sooner, maybe I could have…she tried to stop her thoughts carrying her away. With her other hand she reached in the drawer, got the key and unlocked the cuffs. "Wait…what day is this? What year, even? Muuuuummmmmm? Daaadddddddd?" she yelled. She ran down the stairs. She caught site of the date on a digital clock as she passed through the hallway. "Only 2 days since I left Rory…" she said to herself out loud. The house was quiet and empty. "Mum? Dad?" she said again, this time it sounded less of a question and more of a statement. Where were they? They had taken all the photos, all their stuff. Just bare furnitre remained. She remembered there was one last family member she could rely on; her aunt. She ran to the phone and dialled her number.

"Hello?" said a strange voice on the other end of the line.

"Hello, is my aunt there? Aunt Sharon? It's Amy. Or Amelia; Amelia Pond." She said.

"I'm sorry love but we're the new house owners. You aunt has moved to Spain, or so she said." The voice replied.

"How long ago?"

"Only but a few weeks."

"Oh. Um, do you know anything about Tabetha and Augustus? They…they knew my aunt."

"Ah, yes dear. Your aunt mentioned they had moved to Australia. About let's see…same time as your aunt actually."

"I'm sorry to bother you, but do you know why?"

"All I know is apparently they had disowned their daughter. I'm not sure why, but your aunt said they couldn't cope." Amy's heart dropped.

"Oh, um, ok, thank you. Bye." She hung up the phone. So that's it. She really did have no family. They had disowned her. What do I do now then? I can't go running back to Rory. I did tell him he'd always be a great friend but the way he went about it, it didn't sound like he wanted to know me anymore. No, I'm not going to see him again. I don't care anymore, anyway. What is the point? She moped around the house. There was nothing to do, because usually doing something would have a point to it. But there is no point for anything now. All she could do was hope, and where did that get her? 12 years, and 4 psychiatrists. Then it was another 2 years after that. She could see he truly meant to leave her this time. Thinking of nothing else to do she returned to her room and sat on her bed. She remembered something special, reached under her bed, and grabbed a box full of stuff related to the Doctor and his blue box. She picked up a doll she made of him when she was in her teens. It was a well detailed doll, lots of love, care and attention went into making it. She put a finger on his face, feeling it, memories flooding back. Oh she had dreamed of this man and his box, she had dreamed of him every night ever since the night she had met this raggedy man. She closed her eyes and even then she could still see the Doctor's face. Images reeling through her mind, everything that ever happened, everything they had planned, everything they could have done. She twisted in pain; although emotional it was far more powerful than anything that could be physically experienced. She just wanted him back, but she knew he wasn't going to.

Back in the TARDIS, the Doctor was silent and still. He was sat in the chair and didn't stir. The TARDIS was making a different pitched sound to usual, and it was fluctuating, as if the machine was talking to its operator. "I did what was best for her."

The TARDIS seemed to reply.

"Yes she probably is a little bit upset-" he was interrupted by a loud almost shout from the TARDIS "Ok! Very, upset. She'll get over me. She'll move on, find someone else. Someone who can give her what she wants without living in fear of endangering her life." He trailed off, putting his head in his hands.

The TARDIS whirred softly.

"Yes, yes, I guess I can't keep everyone wrapped in cotton wool. But when you're with me, it's more like you'd need to wrap them in heavy chain armour. What should I do old girl?" he asked his machine. "I'm scared of losing or hurting her if she's with me, but I can't go on without her. I've never felt like this, ever." He said.

The TARDIS 'spoke' to him again.

"You really think I should?" he questioned, gazing at the TARDIS's ceiling waiting for an answer. "Yeh, I suppose for once I should stop punishing myself. But, if she at any point, at any point wants to leave, then she can, ok?" he said wagging his finger at the ceiling. He stood up, flicked some switches and pressed some buttons on the centre console. "I'll apologise to her and ask her if she is absolutely certain about this. I will not under any circumstances make her immortal though, even if she begs." He danced around the console while he was talking to himself it seemed. "So then, let's go!" and flung the TARDIS towards Leadworth.

Back in Leadworth, Amy had fallen asleep on the bed, holding her raggedy Doctor in her hand on her chest. She woke up, and realised she had been asleep for hours. It was now night time, around 11pm. How much sleep do I need? She thought to herself. She picked up the doll and looked at it. "I can't just wait around. I can't do this for the rest of my life." She said, tears coming to her eyes. "I can't." she sobbed. She sat up looking around her room and thought. There was nothing else for it. She saw a blank piece of paper and a pen and grabbed it. She began writing something down.

The TARDIS landed in Leadworth, but unfortunately not outside Amy's house. "Oh well, doesn't hurt to do a bit of walking." The Doctor clasped his hands together. Luckily he was only down the lane from her house, and it was only a short walk. It was daytime, and he decided to arrive the morning after he left her. Hopefully she will be a bit easier to approach. A bit. The village was quiet and peaceful. When he reached her house, he entered by her back garden as he had done before, and decided to be polite instead of sonicing the door, and so knocked firmly on its pane. A few minutes had passed and no one had come to open it. "Amy? It's the Doctor. I've come to tell you something. I know you probably don't like me after what I did, and I'm sorry. Well, you probably hate me." Still no reply. He shouted one more time through the letterbox "I'm afraid if you don't let me in, I'm going to have to sonic the door." He didn't even wait 10 seconds before he unlocked the door. He paced around the ground floor; no one was there. He went upstairs straight to her room but no one was there. "Amy?" he asked concerned. He checked every room of the house, even the attic but it was an empty desolate place. "Maybe she's out…" he said to himself. "But it's a Sunday, she can't be working." He continued. Rory! I'll ask him. Better not tell him I've lost her…he thought and whisked away towards Rory's house. He didn't need to wait long or even enter his house; Rory walked out of his gate and down the lane. The Doctor ran towards him. "Rory! Just who I wanted to see!" He said, patting him on the back, seemingly forgetting what their last encounter was like.

"You-you came back." Rory stammered.

"Well I couldn't resist visiting Leadworth again. Good old Leadworth!" he grinned. "So, have you seen Amy around at all? I haven't lost her, don't worry." He added.

"I told you, if you harmed Amy I would kill you." He said coldly.

"Yes, well, I don't think it'll come to that. She wondered off somewhere…on an errand. I was only asking if you have seen her?" he asked smiling. Rory's eyes lowered, and there was an uneasy silence airing between them.

"Rory?" The Doctor asked, wondering if he had listened to a word he had said. Why do I always have one of them faces that nobody listens to? He thought.

Rory finally spoke, sounding if a little choked up. "Doctor, she died," he said, tears creeping from his eyes. "3 years ago. To this day." And he broke down. The Doctor's smiling expression hit the floor and he couldn't feel himself anymore. "BECAUSE OF YOU!" bellowed Rory, slamming a bouquet of flowers to the ground. The Doctor flinched. He waited a little for Rory to calm down so he could reply. The Doctor's voice was wet with tears "How? How did she die?" he tried to keep himself composed. Rory struggled to get the words out of his mouth.

"S…suicide." He said, before crying even more. The Doctor looked down at the ground at the destroyed flowers.

"I thought she was a fighter." The Doctor said quietly to himself.

"She left a letter. One for me and one for you. In the letter to me she told me that the sealed envelope with your name on is to be given to you if you ever returned. I was so tempted to open it, but I didn't. I've got it with me now, in case I did ever see you to find out what it said." He handed the intrigued Doctor the envelope and the Doctor studied it. He ran his finger over his name and just held it in his hands. "You going to open it then?" Rory asked. The Doctor looked up. He stared back at the envelope and flipped it open. He brought out the letter and read it:

Dear Doctor,

You probably won't even get this letter, but I'm writing it anyway in case by some miracle you do ever return. I want you to know that you had brought so much into my life, so much more than any other human would ever experience. I thank you for that. I want you to know something else too. I love you Doctor, I always will. I think I know you don't feel the same way. You once came so close to telling me you loved me, but you never did. Maybe you didn't actually love me, I'll never know. I want you to make a promise. Obviously not to me, because I'm most likely long gone now, but in my name; for yourself. Promise you will never, ever let what you think of yourself get in the way of someone who you truly love. You deny yourself so much; it breaks my heart to think you've suffered all these years. You deserve every good thing that ever comes your way, honest.

Love,

Pond. XXX

The letter was stained in her tears, and he touched the marks with his fingers, letting his own tear soak the paper. "What does it say?" Rory demanded.

"I have got to fix this. Time can be re-written." The Doctor said, and ran back to his TARDIS.