Hello dear readers!

Here comes Chapter 27, basically rewriting, but we need an en for this episode, don't we? I still hope you'll like it though, more is coming in next chapter where you'll finally find out!

Again, a thousand thank yous to Turtle, I always enjoy reading your reviews, they keep me cheerful! And also to FREYA ASTRID NOVA for her support ;) And of course to all of you, ghost readers ahah.

Well, I let get on with this, enjoy!

Melody - x.

Chapter 27

The calm darkness of the night, only disturbed, and yet sublimed by the soft hoot of an owl, was surrounding a red-haired girl wrapped in a blanket and sat at her garden table.

A flash coming from behind her, reflected in the bottle of wine and the two glasses on the table before she spoke up, not even turning her gaze away from the stars above:

"Heard there was a freak meteor shower two miles away, so I got us a bottle."

"Thank you dear." said River who just arrived thanks to the vortex manipulator, creating that flash of light. She was dressed in a military uniform. She poured the white wine in the glasses, giving one to her mother and taking the other.

"So, where are we?" asked Amy in a numb voice. She was still mourning the Doctor and Melody, not able to get over her best friends' deaths.

"I just climbed out of the Byzantium." answered her daughter. "You were there. So young. Didn't have a clue who I was. You're funny like that." she said, sitting down. "Where are you?"

Amy took a little notepad and skimmed through the pages before closing it, putting it on the table and with a sigh, taking her glass of wine.

"The Doctor is dead. And Melody too."

"How are you doing?"

"How do you think?" said Amy with a bitter smile.

"Well I don't know unless you tell me."

"I killed someone. Madam Kovarian. In cold blood."

River nodded, understanding what was playing in her mind. She said, trying to reassure her:

"In an aborted timeline, in a world that never was."

"Yeah but I can remember it so it happened, so I did it. And Melody didn't come back to life after that, she's still dead, so it must be the same for Madam Kovarian." Amy answered back before frowning. "What does that make me now? I need to talk to the Doctor but I can't now, can I?"

River put her glass on the table and leaned in, looking at her mother with concern.

"If you could talk to him, would it make a difference?"

"But he's dead, so… So I can't."

"Oh mother." whispered River, taking Amy's hand. "Of course he isn't."

"Not for you I suppose." Amy said with that bitter smile again. "You're seeing the younger versions of him running around, having adventures."

"Yeah I am, but that's not what I mean." the curly-haired woman said with a smile, taking back her glass and sipping her wine with that mischievous look of hers.

"Then what do you mean?"

"Okay." she said, putting the glass back on the table again. That was the only way to cheer her mother up. "I'm going to tell you what I probably shouldn't, the Doctor's last secret. Don't you want to know what he whispered in my ear?"

"He whispered his name."

"Not his name, no."

"Yes it was, he said it was." said Amy.

"Rule 1?"

"The Doctor lies."

"So do I." shrugged River. "All the time. Have to. Spoilers. Pretending I don't know you're my mother, pretending I don't recognise a spacesuit in Florida."

"What did he whispered in your ear?" Amy cut her off, now suspicious.

"Oh, that man… He's always one step ahead of everyone. Always a plan."

"River what did he tell you? River!"

River laughed.

A few moments later, as Rory was coming back home, he found Amy and River hugging in the garden.

"Hey! What?" he said, surprised as her wife was hugging him and telling him the good news. "Are you sure River? Are you really, properly sure?" he asked to his daughter.

"Of course I'm sure! I'm his wife!"

"Yes! And I'm his…" started Amy, cheerful. She then stopped, realising and clearly not liking it. "... Mother-in-law…"

"Father dear, I think Mummy might need another drink."

"Yes, yes." said Rory pouring more wine. "But, hum, what about Melody?" he asked with concern.

River's face sadden and she shook her head, meaning that no, Melody was not alive, darkening the mood.

The Seventh Transept:

A cloaked figure, dressed like a Headless Monk, walked down until the main chamber of the Seventh Transept, not paying attention to the skulls turning their empty orbits towards it as he was carrying a well decorated box.

"Who's carrying me?" asked Dorium's voice, muffled inside the box. "I demand to know. I'm a head, I have rights! I want my doors open this time. I demand that my doors are open!"

The figure put the box back on its pedestal, and executing the head's wish, opening the door.

"Is it you?" asked Dorium, scrutinizing the figure. "It is, isn't it? It is you! I can sense it! But, how, how did you do it? How could you possibly have escaped?"

The figure who had already started to walk away took off the thick cloak theatrically, revealing the shape of the Doctor.

"The Teselecta! A Doctor in a Doctor suit!" he said, coming back to Dorium. "Time said I had to be on that beach so I dressed for the occasion - barely got singed on that boat."

"Do you're going to do this? Let them all think you're dead?"

"It's the only way, then they can forget about me." the Doctor said. Suddenly his face became darker. "I got too big, Dorium, too noisy. I've lost someone who was precious to me, so precious, and I've lost her and I'm the only one to blame for that. So it's about time I step back into the shadows."

"And Doctor Song? In prison all her days?"

"Her days, yes, her nights...well that's between her and me, eh?" he said with a small smirk.

Dorium let out a laugh:

"So many secrets, Doctor. I'll help you keep them, of course."

"Well you're not exactly going anywhere, are you?" the Doctor joked.

"But you're a fool nonetheless." said the blue head. "It's all still waiting for you. The fields of Trenzalore, the fall of the Eleventh, and the question!"

"Goodbye Dorium."

As he walked away, heading for the TARDIS, Dorium shouted to him, for him to hear what he had been running away from all his life:

"The first question, the question that must never be answered, hidden in plain sight! The question you've been running away from all your life! Doctor who? Doctor who? Doctor who?!"

Let me know what your theories are, I'm always curious. I must admit, it's quite enjoyable to create drama in a work ;) See you next chapter!