A/N: Again thank you to those who took the time out to review this story. I mean, even a couple of words is enough to keep me going and thinking it's worth writing more. Sorry it took so long again, but I'm sure you're all aware by now I'm a busy woman (I keep mentioning it in nearly every author's note, sorry)!

Summary: The Doctor lets Amy in on his mind, and Amy feels incredibly sorry for what he's been through. They start kissing each other in the TARDIS, which resulted in some buttons being accidently pressed. The Doctor was distracted kissing Amy before he could save the TARDIS from crashing. They find they have landed in ancient Egypt, Cleopatra's time. They arrive at her palace, and the Doctor decides to show her what the 'blue box' does as she is incredibly curious. She believes it is all done by magic much to the Doctor's amusement. She invites them to dinner, and Amy notices more and more how flirtatious Cleopatra was being with the Doctor which infuriated her. Just as Amy dragged the Doctor away from Cleopatra, a servant asked if they'd wish to stay the night. The Doctor answers yes for them both, and manages to persuade Amy to stay for the night.

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~You thought you knew, but it turns out you didn't. It was something far from the truth.~

"Don't you fancy staying the night in an Egyptian palace? It's not every day that happens now, is it?" he smiled. Amy sighed.

"Fine, but I don't know how much more of Cleopatra's flirting I can stand." She said, grimacing at the thought of her.

"She'll soon get the message." He reassured her. The servant showed them to their room which was extravagant to say the least; laden in the finest silk, gold furnishings and exotic items. Rare precious jewels decorated anything and everything, even the handles on the drawer handles were encrusted in them. In the middle of the golden room was a four-poster bed, with silk curtains all around for privacy. The servant left the two alone to take in the room.

"This is amazing!" Amy exclaimed. She also couldn't help but let out a yawn. The Doctor smiled.

"Looks like you need some sleep. Actually weirdly I feel tired too." He frowned, running his hands through his hair and frowning. Time Lords didn't need much sleep.

"Probably 'cos you're drunk." Amy prodded him laughing. She strode over to the side of the bed, and started to undress. The Doctor wanting to protect her modesty immediately turned around so as not to see her get undressed. She slipped into bed, and propped her head up. "Come on Doctor." She insisted, patting the bed beside her.

"It's ok I'll sleep on this chair here." He said. Amy couldn't believe it.

"Doctor! Stop being so childish! Or do I have to come and get you myself?" she asked, smiling sexily. She decided not to wait for him to answer, this could be fun…

"No Amy, really…there's no need…" he insisted as she climbed out of the bed. He turned his head away, as she was only wearing underwear; sexy lingerie at that. She strutted over, and turned his head to face her.

"Amy…" he said, slightly annoyed at her constantly doing the opposite to what he wanted.

"Shh…" she hushed him, and sealed it with a kiss. The Doctor being his awkward self didn't know where to place his hands; she was only in her underwear after all. Amy tired of the Doctor being so incompetent in the situation grabbed his hands while their lips were still locked and placed them on her waist. She held his head in her hands, feeling his thick, soft hair. As the kiss was getting more passionate and thrilling, Amy's thigh reached up and wrapped around the Doctor. He held her thigh there, feeling her soft warm skin. He decided to pick her up and carry her to the bed, their mouths still entwined in one another's. He laid her down, and she waited for him to make the next move. Not a good idea, we'll be here all day she thought, and took of his jacket, flinging it aside. She undid his bowtie, took his suspenders off, all the while the Doctor was watching her, taking in every swift, elegant movement she made. Amy got up, and sat him down on the bed. If they were going to get anywhere within the next 10 years, it was best if she did most of the work for now. She sat on top of him, legs either side of his and slowly - torturously slow - undid his shirt. He smiled his lazy content smile, not enjoying or loving a moment as much as this for a long, long time. Amy hadn't even undone the 3rd button when the Doctor lay back on the bed. Amy frowned.

"Doctor?" she asked, looking down to see if he was ok. "Oh come on! You can't be!" she exclaimed. The Doctor was out for the count. Wow, he mustn't take to alcohol that well she thought. Maybe Time Lords react differently to alcohol. His eyes were shut, a placid smile on his face. That gorgeous smile that was only just a smile; so cute she could of picked him up and put him in her pocket. She turned him around so he was laying the right way round on the bed, and tucked him in. She got in beside him, and snuggled up to his warm body. She wrapped her arms around him, unable to contain herself; he looked beyond adorable when sleeping. Amy soon drifted off to sleep as well.

Cleopatra wondered the corridors of her palace, and towards where the Doctor and Amy slept. She entered the room, silent as the windless night. She saw they were both in a deep sleep and smiled to herself. She ushered a few servants to her side, and nodded her head. They crept towards Amy, like well-trained ninjas, and covered her mouth while some of the other servants grabbed the Doctor. He didn't stir, but Amy screamed. It was no use; her screams were muffled and drowned out. Cleopatra followed the servants who took the Doctor, while Amy was dragged the other way and thrown into what seemed to be a prison. She kicked and yelled, but all it did was echo throughout the palace, an eerie sound drifting throughout the corridors.

The morning after, the Doctor slowly became conscious again, the effects of the drugged wine wearing off. He gasped, stretching at the chains that kept him there. His athletic body danced and weaved, trying to look round the corner of the room to see if anyone was there. There was no one in the sandstone-walled room he was in, but he saw a path of light coming from the corner indicating there was an open door. In the room itself, it only had thin openings at the top of the room to let light in. Where am I? Where's Amy? Thought the Doctor, trying to think of any logical explanation.

"Amy?" he yelled. He didn't have his jacket so he couldn't sonic himself free either. He heard footsteps approaching. "Amy?" he asked again, but by the tone of his voice you could tell he knew somehow it wasn't her. A dark figure appeared, and once the seeping sunlight hit the figure, it revealed the shadow's owner; Cleopatra.

"How are you feeling, Doctor?" she asked, swaggering over to him.

"Where's Amy?" he asked, trying to keep his calm.

"You drunk an awful amount of wine." She ignored him.

"Where…is…Amy?" he asked, one last time. Immense anger was tensing up inside him, waiting for that moment to be released.

"You must be wondering why you're tied up." She asked him, smiling. The Doctor's breathing grew more heavy and erratic, and in one great burst of energy he ripped the chains off the wall. Cleopatra was shocked, but tried to regain a straight face.

"You really are from a faraway place, aren't you?" she said. He stepped closer to her, towering above her slender frame. He leant down.

"I'll ask you one last time, and someone better help you if you don't answer me, because I don't even know what I'll end up doing." He said menacingly through his teeth.

"Your companion-" began Cleopatra.

"My partner." He interrupted her. Back on Gallifrey there was no such thing as 'girlfriends' and 'boyfriends'. You simply shared love for one another, or you were married. If you weren't married, you referred to your other half as your 'partner'.

"-is somewhere safe. You need not worry." Cleopatra was lying. The Doctor could sense it.

"I know you're lying, but let's not get into that. Tell me where she is. Tell me what you want, why you drugged me and tied me up." He demanded.

"I'll take you to her then." She said, and paced off through the corridors. The Doctor was left in the room, gritting his teeth, but followed the Pharaoh. They ended up in a similar room to where the Doctor was locked up in. He saw Amy chained to the walls much like he was.

"Amy!" he ran over to her, cupping her face in his hands. "Amy, are you ok? Are you hurt? What have they done?" he scanned her vigorously for any signs of injury. He then looked at the servants in the room, eyeing them up and glaring at them.

"Doctor, just do what you have to, don't bother-" Amy said, but was interrupted by Cleopatra.

"Time to show you what I need from you, Doctor." And the servants forced him out the room, while he looked back at a tearful Amy. The poor girl was still in her underwear, so fragile and exposed. "Cooperate and you'll see the girl again." The Doctor felt he had no choice but to follow her orders. The cruel bitch. He thought. He reluctantly followed her and found she was heading towards the TARDIS. He stopped a few metres away from where she was standing. "This blue box, it's something beyond magic. I'm sure you'll understand how useful a thing like this could be to me." The Doctor laughed.

"Ha, what would you want with a silly blue box?"

"You and I both know it's more than that. And if you don't cooperate, I'm afraid I'll have to punish you." The Doctor stared at Cleopatra.

"How?"

"I know how you feel about that girl."

"Don't you dare." He warned. "Don't you dare!" he yelled.

"Doctor I just need to yell and they will whip her as a punishment for your lack of collaboration. Or if it really comes down to it, a long and painful death." Cleopatra smiled sadistically. The Doctor was beginng to think of horrendous thoughts about murdering this woman; Pharaoh or not. But he knew he was better than that. He took a breath, and said calmly:

"And you want this blue box, do you?" he asked her.

"Need it; I need it." She said.

"Well you could have just asked politely. I was getting bored of it anyway." He said. His reaction surprised Cleopatra. "All you need is the key, and it's all yours." He smiled. Cleopatra didn't know what to say. She smiled, but more out of confusion. He walked over to her, fiddling around in his pocket. "Close your eyes, hold out your hand, and I'll give you what you need." He grinned. She slowly shut her eyes, a smile creeping across her face. Suddenly her eyes shot open as the Doctor's hand clasped around her mouth. He was standing behind her, and she had never been so scared in her life. "Never, EVER threaten me like that again." He whispered into her ear. His hand slipped and a scream escaped her mouth, but it was soon cut off with his hand again. He heard Amy being whipped; her shriek pierced the air like daggers through his hearts. Cleopatra laughed in his hand, and instinctively his hand gripped tighter around her mouth. With ease he dragged her back to where Amy was being held captive and yelled at the servants who nearly died of fright to say the least. "LEAVE THIS ROOM NOW OR YOUR PHARAOH HERE WILL HAVE NO NECK BY THE TIME I'M DONE WITH HER" he bellowed. Of course he wouldn't do such a thing…or would he? The servants scuttled out the room, leaving just the 3 of them in the sandstone chamber. "Ok, I'll get you out of here, and then we'll sort her out," indicating Cleopatra. Now he had no need to silence the Pharaoh he only just gripped onto her so she couldn't escape, while he snapped the chains effortlessly so Amy was free.

"Doctor, are you ok?" Amy asked. She'd never seen him look so fierce and full of rage before.

"Don't worry about me." He smiled. "In fact, here's the key, let yourself into the TARDIS so you can dress yourself and clean up. I will be with you very soon to sort your wounds out, so wait in the medical bay." And chucked her the key. She smiled, wondering now what he was planning on doing with Cleopatra. Once Amy was well out of sight, he let go of Cleopatra, and held her by the shoulders.

"So that's what it's called…the 'TARDIS'." Said Cleopatra.

"Listen to me, and listen very, very carefully. You could tell the whole nation about this, about everything, but I highly doubt anyone would ever believe you, so I suggest you keep it to yourself." He nearly spat. "Even if it drives you insane." He continued. She smiled sarcastically which annoyed him further, but he let her go before he considered doing something completely out of character. He walked away and went back to the TARDIS, not looking back.

"OW!" yelled Amy. This supposedly 'best-wound-healer-in-the-universe' wasn't living up to its name. The Doctor was delicately rubbing in the green cream into her wounds from the whipping into her back.

"Oh Amy, I should never of insisted we stayed there last night. What was I thinking?" he said, full of guilt. She sat up, and turned to face him. She put a hand on his face.

"Hey, you didn't know. She drugged you, remember?" she said, smiling and looking into his eyes.

"Well I don't remember actually." He said, letting out a laugh. She couldn't help but laugh too.

"Doctor?" she asked.

"Yeh?"

"How did Cleopatra die? You didn't…" said Amy suggesting the Doctor had killed her. She deep down knew he wouldn't do such a thing. But she felt the ferocity in his eyes told a different story.

"No, of course not Amy. Check the textbooks. She committed suicide by inducing an asp, which is a venomous Egyptian snake, to bite her causing her death." He then whipped out a textbook on Egyptians and pointed out a chapter about Cleopatra's death. "I knew you would be wondering, so I had it ready to show you." He explained, smiling that he was for once one step ahead.

"Oh. So, what we did, what you showed her, it hasn't re-written anything?" she asked.

"No." but the Doctor knew the real reason why Cleopatra had killed herself. And the history books were wrong.