After months of traveling The Doctor came back to Leadworth and realized he had nowhere else to go but The Pond's home. He'd sold his old place. It had too many things that reminded him of River. The woman who'd been his colleague and lover for 25 years had tried to kill him. He promised The Pond family it would just be for a little while.
They knew Dr. Smith was brilliant and slightly eccentric. But they weren't ready for a disoriented and sleep deprived Doctor barging into their bedroom in the middle of the night.
"Ah! Stop everything!" The Doctor saw he'd walked in on them and covered his eyes with his hand. They were dressed, bearly.
"There's a rule about the bedroom" Rory tried to calmly explain something that he figured was common knowledge.
"Popped in the wrong door. Pretend I was never here. Sleep well" Dr. Smith closed the door behind him and 5 minutes later they heard the toilet down the hall flush.
It seemed as if The Doctor never slept. He kept the strangest hours and although they had the spare bedroom for him; it went virtually untouched. He also had a terrible habit of not locking the door to the toilet when it was in use. Both Rory and Amy had accidently opened the door on him. For someone who spent his time studying human behaviour; he went around the house as if domestic living were some sort of alien idea to him. Although he was an odd house guest he at least did a lot of cleaning chores for them.
Amy got the sneaking suspicion that The Doctor was never human at all. Maybe he'd come from outer space like The Silence had. She'd thought she'd caught him once or twice in his true form but when she looked again he looked just like a human. Amy was surprised it had taken her so long to notice. His eyes would glow bright yellow sometimes.
Nearly a month and a half after living with The Ponds, The Doctor found his own place but he'd swing by often. At first every other day but then if became more like every other month. The Doctor would call but no one would answer. He wasn't even sure if he could consider himself Amy's psychiatrist anymore. Since no one picked up the phone he decided to stop by the house for the first time in months and no one was home. "I popped around but you were out" Dr. Smith left a message on the answering machine.
Amy never saw the messages. She looked all the time but the answering machine always said it had no messages. In fact, the machine had loads of messages. So many that it wouldn't accept anymore. Amy was working as a travel journalist after the blog of her travels around the world as a model really took off. When she finally got home from her trips she'd arrive to an empty house and wait for someone to save her. She kept a brave face but she was scared and alone.
It had been her fault. Amy pushed Rory away on purpose. She loved him but she wasn't good enough for him. Amy knew he needed someone better. He needed someone who could be a good mother and give him a big family like he'd always wanted. She had another miscarriage a few months prior and that's when it started. That's when she decided to let him go.
Rory put up a fuss about it of course but even he couldn't handle her moods anymore and left with Melody in hand. Melody was 4 years old but understood her mother was different. Rory would try to explain that Amy loved her but she just wasn't feeling well. Amy refused to speak to Melody over the phone and kept her conversations with Rory very short. Rory signed his half of the divorce papers with a heavy heart.
Amy preoccupied herself with work to avoid speaking to Rory or Melody but after one of her photoshoots her assistant reluctantly broke the news to her knowing about the rift between them. "Um, your husband is here."
"I don't have a husband" Amy walked past him all heavy black eyeliner and leather from her photoshoot.
"Apparently you still do" Amy's assistant signaled to the door of her dressing room where Rory was sitting in one of her make up chairs.
"You need to sign these" Rory slowly spun around in the makeup chair with an uncharacteristic coldness in his eyes.
"And then we're not married?" Amy quickly grabbed the papers and signed them.
"Just like magic" Rory rolled his eyes.
Amy handed him back the signed papers. "Can't chat, working" She fixed her hair in the mirror.
"Really?" Rory stood up from the makeup chair. "I thought you were just pouting at a camara" Rory walked out quickly and nearly ran into Amy's make up artist. Rory rode the bus home and stared out the window. He'd never felt more furious with Amy in all his life. Even so, he loved her. Which made him even angrier. He just couldn't let her go.
"You're 26 years old. You're still so young, Rory. You've got your whole life ahead of you." His mother tried to cheer him up unsuccessfully.
"You're not going to say 'I told you so'?" Rory shot her a cold look.
"Be nice to your mother!" Rory's father could be heard from the other room.
"Look who finally decides to join the conversation." Rory's mother yelled back.
"I know you're trying to help, mom" Rory stood up and kissed her on the forehead. "I'm just going to go check on Mels, ok?" Rory slowly opened the door to the bedroom she'd been sleeping in at her grandparent's house. She was safe and sound in bed. Rory thought of calling The Doctor but he couldn't bring himself to do it. Rory figured if he was going to leave Amy's world for good he'd have to say goodbye to The Doctor too.