Thank you again for all the support!

I've set up a beta profile! I haven't gotten anyone asking for help yet, so if anyone reading this would like me to beta them - go for it! :)

I've left you all suspense! Mwahaha! ;)

In response to Felix's review - I haven't seen the Sarah Jane Adventures, so I can't write any of those characters in, sorry! That's actually why I came up with a reason for Sarah Jane to not be brought in; I hardly know anything about her. I only know the little bit that was told from the current Doctor Who. Same with Torchwood. And as for the Paternoster gang...I honestly just don't like them, Haha. Plus writing them in would be suggested SLASH, which I don't write. So I'm sorry for those disappointments, but thank you for the review! :) To clarify, that review was posted by someone who is not an actual Fanfiction user, so this was my only way to reply.

Period Five - Hello, Old Friend

"Amy." I gasp.

Amy steadies herself and looks at me, an expression of shock and indescribable feeling on her face. "Doctor?"

A man is pushed into the room after Amy, and I instantly recognize Rory. He falls down from the rough shove.

"Rory..." My head hurts, but it's nothing compared to the pain in my hearts.

"Is that...?" Rory gapes, getting back on his feet. Both of the Ponds stare at me, and I stare back. I realize my face is wet. Tears, both happy and sad. Amy's crying too. She runs the short distance and flings herself into my arms, hugging me tightly. I burry my face in her shoulder and hold her, something I thought I would never do again. We're both shaking, our crying echoing throughout the otherwise silent room.

I pull away from Amy and look her over, searching for any damage, age, I don't know. "I thought I'd never see you again." She says, bottom lip quivering.

"Neither did I." I reply, managing a tiny smile.

Rory comes over and rubs Amy's back comfortingly. I roll my eyes at him and hug him too, taking him slightly by surprise. He hugs back in his awkward, Rory way.

"Doctor," He says, wriggling away from me. "Why are we here? How are we here?"

"As to how, I don't know. Wish I did. If I knew I would have gotten you back the moment you two were taken by the Angel."

"But...If you didn't bring us here then why are we here?" Amy asks, confused.

I rub my temples. I don't want to talk about this anymore. River comes up from behind me, resting a hand on my shoulder. "I'll tell them." She offers.

"What's she doing here?" Rory asks. He comes up to me again so we're only a few inches apart. "Doctor, I'm not stupid. Something's wrong here. Now tell me, what have you gotten my daughter into?"

"Believe me, Rory; I want her here about as much as you do."

"I'm sorry." Martha says, coming up to us. "What are you saying? How can you be his daughter? How old were you...?"

"What?" Rory asks, momentarily confused. "No! No! It's not like that!" He looks to Amy for help.

"It's complicated." Amy assures.

"I'll say." Mickey snorts.

Rory makes an exasperated sound. "It was something to do with the fact that Amy was replaced by a replica made out of goop-"

"Really feeling the love here, Honey." Amy says sarcastically.

"-And then had River but we found out the River baby was replaced by goop as well, and then we found out that she was really mine and Amy's childhood friend Melody, and she could regenerate like the Doctor and then they got married."

"I'm sorry," Clara says quizzically. "But...what?"

"It's alright; it all still confuses me, to be honest." Rory shrugs.

"Seriously though, Doctor," Amy says, turning to me. "What's going on?"

With the story finally out of the way, my brain is allowed full freedom to submerge me in guilt. And sadness. And anger. Lots of anger. I can feel it bubbling inside of me, and I wonder if the others can tell. We're sitting on the floor in silence. Well, I am. My friends are whispering quietly to each other, while I sit in the corner and try to keep my anger inside of me. I don't want to erupt on them; they're counting on me, after all. I have to be the calm one, who always knows what to do. That's who they need right now. But how am I supposed to act like I know what I'm doing when I have no clue? I want to hit something. Actually, I want to hit someone, like General Atisha. That would feel very rewarding.

The door opens again, and I'm the first one on my feet, walking quickly over to the opening door. Atisha is standing there again, and before I can stop myself, I pull her into the room and push her against the wall. The anger inside of me grows. I couldn't hide it even if I tried. And I'm tired of trying, it never works anyway.

Short chapter – sorry! But I wanted to stop there for this one, and that made it end up short :P