A/N: Ok, I should warn you now – but don't abandon hope! I'm going to become quite busy, and finding time to write these chapters won't be easy, but it will definitely still be done, so don't get disheartened if I don't update for 3 days+. This chapter is a bit shorter than usual (still near 2000 words though!). Also again thank you for all your support through reviews and I've allowed for anonymous reviews to be submitted, just in case you were too shy to slate/rate my story.

Summary: Amy finds the house completely empty, only bare furnishings remained. She rang her aunt but a stranger answered the phone and explained her aunt had moved to Spain, and according to her aunt that Amy's parents had moved to Australia after disowning their daughter. Amy returned to her room back upstairs not knowing what to do with herself, and looked through her box full of the raggedy Doctor and the TARDIS. She falls asleep, waking up and realising she can't go on like this, and writes a letter to Rory and another to the Doctor. The Doctor realises he can't go on punishing himself like this anymore, and returns to apologise to Amy, but finds he's too late. By 2 years. He finds out that Amy committed suicide, and he feels overwhelming guilt. He decides he needs to fix things.

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~There's only two ways to go about things. You either give up, or give up on giving up.~

The Doctor was frantically operating the TARDIS, desperate to rescue his now dead companion, even though he could take all the time in the world; he did have a time machine after all. He slammed his fist down as he thought of Amy dead. Got to stop thinking she's dead, time can be re-written he thought to himself to keep him sane. The TARDIS materialised, and the Doctor hoped he landed at the right time, and at a discreet place. He planned to observe Amy from a distance first, to see how she made such a quick erratic decision. Also he was afraid that if he appeared to Amy at the wrong moment, things could turn for the worst. The Doctor approached the doors anxiously, slowly opening the door open and seeing he had managed to park his TARDIS in some trees well concealed, and what's more very close to Amy's house. This time he took the precaution of checking his watch, and saw it was the morning after he had left Amy. He sneaked up to the house, hiding and ducking. He took the risk of entering her house silently. At least if she does see me now I'll have her contained in the house in case she decides to do something drastic he thought while sonicing the door shut behind him. He'd rather she didn't see him so he could watch, but just as he was about to walk up the stairs, he heard movement coming from above. He quickly went into an under stairs cupboard, and heard the stairs above him creak as Amy walked down them. He wondered if she had heard him, but her footsteps passed the door to the cupboard and paused. He heard the sound of pressing buttons, and after a few seconds Amy said:

"Hello, is my aunt there? Aunt Sharon? It's Amy. Or Amelia; Amelia Pond." There was a pause, before she asked "How long ago?" The Doctor decided to listen in using his sonic screwdriver.

"Only but a few weeks." The Doctor heard the person on the other side of the phone.

"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..." The Doctor winced. That mustn't have made Amy too cheerful hearing that he thought. And why did they take such drastic measures? Moving to Australia…although I suppose the whole Amy's imaginary friend turning up business must have stirred a bit of gossip but still…

"Oh, um, ok, thank you. Bye." The Doctor heard the phone click back down and there was a long silence. He thought he heard her crying, but she started pacing around a bit, as if deciding what to do. Eventually she went back upstairs, and the Doctor heard her make her way to her room. He silently followed, and sat in the room next door. He made himself comfy on the bed in the room; he assumed it was a guest bedroom as it was only a single bed.

It had been several hours and approaching night time when he decided to make a move. He also realised how boring it was passing time by normally. He crept out of the room, and approached Amy's. Her door was slightly ajar, and the Doctor pushed it open ever so slowly so if she was awake she would think it was a draft moving the door. He was certain she was sleeping, no movement had happened for a few hours now. He peered round and saw she was lying asleep on her bed, clutching a doll of him to her chest. He smiled at his sleeping Pond, and went to sit by her on the bed. He gazed down at the sleeping beauty. He started stroking her hair, feeling her silky red locks.

"Amelia Pond. How could you even contemplate doing such a silly thing?" he whispered. She started to stir, so he silently leapt up and hid behind her thick blue curtains which could quite easily conceal an elephant he supposed. Her room was only lit by a bedside lamp, and the Doctor could peer round the curtain and remain unnoticed. She sat up; looking down at the doll she had in her hands. She started saying things to the doll, going over past memories her and the Doctor had been through, even laughing at some parts. It made the Doctor smile and truly realise how much he meant to Amy.

"I can't just wait around. I can't do this for the rest of my life." She said, which caught the Doctor's attention. "I can't." she sobbed. "I can't go on like this anymore."

The Doctor's smile faded. She scrambled around for something, and he caught a glimpse of her writing a letter, presumably firstly a one to Rory telling him to deliver the letter to the Doctor, and the second for the Doctor. He knew because she took far longer writing the second letter, and she never stopped crying for a moment when she wrote it. It made the Doctor's eyes sting with his own tears emerging, but he stopped them from escaping. He watched her kiss the letter, whisper "I love you" into the envelope before sealing it for good. She left the letters on the pillow, before carefully placing the raggedy doll on the bed. She gave the doll one last look, and kissed it tenderly on the forehead. She walked out of the room, and the Doctor knew her ending had begun. As soon as she left the house, he ran down the stairs to follow close behind. He had stalked people so many times he was an expert at it, and had lightning reactions for whenever she turned round, he would dart behind a tree or duck behind a hedge.

It was pouring with rain, the heavens bursting open as if they were crying at the scene that was about to unfold. He followed her down a lane, into a more rural countryside. An hour had passed and they were well into the wilderness now. Amy made her away across some moors; knee high grass and heathland covered the area, while the odd rock would emerge from the ground and the occasional tree sprouted making a good thing to hang onto when climbing over wet slippery surfaces. The Doctor was growing more and more anxious, as he knew, he just knew that it was going to happen soon. The Doctor didn't have to duck and hide too many times since the pounding rain covered most sounds, and he noticed the rain had drenched Amy to the bone. Her red sweater was clinging to her frame, her hair was dripping and she was shivering constantly. Eventually she reached the edge of what seemed to be a huge cliff face – there was a sheer drop just a step away. No, how could she? How could she put herself through this? He thought, his hearts speeding up in pace. Every centre metre she moved towards the edge, the Doctor would move in almost perfect sync so that she wouldn't notice him as he was within arm's reach now. The Doctor dreaded to think what would happen if she were to turn round now and see him standing right behind her. He held his breath and prepared for whatever might happen. She continued nearing the edge, eyeing the almighty drop below; her breathing showed how terrified she was. She looked up to the night sky, and shouted above the noise of the gales, the sound of the rain:

"I love you, Doctor, even if you never came back!" She raised her hands like angel wings, ready to take flight. The Doctor edged ever closer. But he felt he had an important decision to make. Do I let her go die and rest in peace or do I save her, and potentially ruin her life completely so much that suicide would have been the kinder thing to do? She breathed in, looked at the starless sky one last time and jumped. Everything was black and silent; she was only concentrating on one thing; preparing herself. But the sound of the roaring rain and the howling wind returned, and she felt an immense force. She screamed. The Doctor had grabbed her with precise timing and pulled her into the tightest most secure hug she had ever experienced. She had the breath stolen from her lungs. The Doctor shouted:

"What were you thinking? I need you Amelia Jessica Pond like my life depends on it. I was coming back. I would always come back." She was crying hysterically, into his wet tweed jacket. His muscular arms cradled her, holding her to his chest the safest place she ever felt. She calmed down, the noise of the wind, the rain, her own breathing drowned out as she listened to her lifeline. Ba-dum-dum-dum. Ba-dum-dum-dum. The Doctor whispered in her ear "I am so, so sorry Amy. I never wished for any of this, and you know I wouldn't have. I know now that once you have something you really, really want; never let go. Hold onto it like the entire existence of the universe depends on it. Don't be afraid of what might happen, what could happen, because that's no way to live life. I should know, I am after all the one who always takes risks." He laughed a little at the last part. Nearly everywhere he went his life was at risk. "Amelia Pond I love you, and I regret it takes an event like this for me to realise it. You're right; you don't know what you have until you have lost it." He kept kissing her on the forehead, pulling her head towards his chest to protect her from the elements. She closed her eyes, his hearts lulling her into a sleepy state. She clutched onto his jacket as if it would stop him from ever leaving her like that again.

"Come along Pond, your home is awaiting you."