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Reckoning

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Chapter 2

seven nation army couldn't hold me back

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Amy grimaced at the sight of her two daughters being put into the joint bassinet. Madame Kovarian was standing beside the table, her black lips pursed so infamously at the tired pale red head. A month had gone by. A whole month since Melody's birth, and only two weeks since Aria's. Amy was surprised that Madame Kovarian was even allowing her to name her own children. The gesture was empty and Amy felt sick at the thought of this madwoman walking away with her children and naming them something else.

Something else that wasn't their name.

"If you harm my babies," Amy crossed the distance between them, shoving a guard out of her way, "If you so much as pluck a hair from their heads I will know and I will get out of here and I will hunt you down like the animal you are and skin you alive," her eyes showed nothing but a flicker of hate, "And I will enjoy every single moment of your screams."

"Someone's feeling feisty this morning," Madame Kovarian smirked back, "Poor Amelia Pond, the girl who didn't make any sense. He always manages to just leave you behind doesn't he? Wherever he goes, you're always the collateral damage. How does that make you feel? Worthy? I should hope not. You're one of the most integral parts of bringing the Doctor down. Really now Amy, at least you've achieved something."

Amy made to go for the black lipped witch but two guards grabbed either arm and held her back. "You've got no idea what hell you're unleashing! You want a war, you've got one, but it's not one you'll win. The Doctor always wins. Always!"

"Aren't you curious?" Madame Kovarian walked over to the baby holder and picked up the handle. Amy struggled seeing the action but was powerless. Kovarian continued, "Curious to know which is which?"

Amy froze, "Which is which what?"

Madame Kovarian laughed dryly, "Oh Amy, plead the fifth all you like. You know what I'm talking about."

"Plead the fifth?" Amy narrowed her eyes, "That's an Earth saying."

Kovarian cleared her throat, "What of it?"

"Explain to me why we're on a freaking military base asteroid in another freaking galaxy in the 52nd Century and you are quoting Earth sayings," Amy hissed. "You can't outrun me, Kovarian. I'll find you wherever you go, wherever you take them, I will always be one step behind you and the second that you make the tiniest mistake, I won't hesitate."

"All I hear is diversion," Madame Kovarian faked a yawn, "I know who the father is. Don't you want to know?"

Angry tears streamed down Amy's cheeks. She did want to know but getting the information from Kovarian was like surrendering.

Madame Kovarian straightened up, "Don't you worry, Amelia Pond, I'll take extra good care of them."

Amy screamed the entire time Kovarian picked up the baby holder and walked away with her babies.

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Amy was watching the 'show' with a heavy heart and damp tears still imprinted on her cheeks. Colonel Manton was giving the speech of his life.

"Surprised!" the Doctor dropped his hood. "Amelia Pond, get your coat!"

Amy shrieked, pressing herself against the observation window. He was here. It took him a month but he was finally here. Her breath was shaky and her heart started to hammer. She glanced behind her at the empty space and tears surfaced to her eyes. Madame Kovarian had already taken her daughters earlier. Both of them... gone.

But there was still time. Still time to fix everything. Still time to save her daughters. The Doctor and Rory better have a good plan or she was going to go through every single one of them with her bare hands.

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Madame Kovarian was standing in front of the airlock doors. The double bassinet was sitting beside her on the ground.

"Airlock engaged. Shuttle ready for boarding," the computer said.

A sword appeared by Kovarian's neck, "No," Rory hissed.

"I have a crew of 20. How do you expect to gain control of my ship?"

The air lock doors opened and Avery and his son appeared. "This ship is ours, m'lady!"

Rory glanced down at the double bassinet, suddenly gaping.

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Strax strode into the communication centre, escorting in Colonel Manton was a gun. "All airlocks sealed, resistance neutralised!" he reported.

The Doctor was sitting at the main control panel. His expression was something of unreadable emotion. He was trying to stay sane for Amy's sake, but the anger inside was rushing to the surface. If this had happened in a younger regeneration, he doubts the fact that any of them would still be standing, let alone alive.

Vastra, Jenny and Dorium were present in the room. Dorium had that look, like he knew what was coming and Vastra was at hand, ready to reel him in if need be. An angry Doctor was not a sane Doctor.

Strax said, "Colonel Manton, you will give the order for your men to withdraw."

"No," the Doctor said, "Colonel Manton. I want you to tell your men to run away." The emotion was close to tipping him over. He kept thinking of Amy being here, for months and months on end, without even realising it and then having to endure a month awake. His skin was practically streaming with anger. The urge to do something violent and unpredictable was claiming it's vital hold on him.

"You what?" Manton asked.

"Those words. Run away. I want you to be famous for those exact words. I want people to call you Colonel Run-Away. I want children laughing outside your door, 'cause they've found the house of Colonel Run-Away," his voice was tipping over now. He was losing it. Just the thought of Amy here, alone with her baby – possibly his baby, his child – and petrified. The thought nearly crippled him.

He stood, pointing his finger, "And, when people come to you, and ask if trying to get to me through the people I love—" he was shouting now, his voice dry and hoarse. Vastra hissed, unsure if she should step in. "—is in any way a good idea, I want you to tell them your name. Oh look. I'm angry, that's new. I'm really not sure what's going to happen now."

He hadn't spoken truer words until now. He was capable of destroying whole worlds and species and it was then that he realised that his dark side had never really disappeared. He could flail about and act silly and talk really fast, but the thought of Amelia Pond, and her child, in pain made him throw out the rule book. Screw the fucking rules. Someone was going to pay.

"The anger of a good man is not a problem," the sound of her voice made him want to reach out and slap her. Madame Kovarian had been escorted in with two Silurian guards. "Good men, have too many rules."

The Doctor turned, just waiting for that last balance to tip. For the scales to fall. For his sanity to weaken. If he didn't have Amy and her baby to worry about, he would bring this whole place down with him in it if it destroyed the ones that took her. "Good men don't need rules," he said darkly. He crossed the distance between them, "Today is not the day to find out why I have so many."

Madame Kovarian practically squirmed. "Give the order," she whispered to Manton.

The Doctor leaned back, surprised. It was her lucky day. He might let her live after all.

"Give the order, Colonel Run-Away," Kovarian added.

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Amy was pacing frantically when the sound of someone trying to get in through the doors scared her. "Who's that?" she cried, "Who's there?" she grabbed the nearest plastic thermometer and held it up, "You watch it, cause I'm armed, and really dangerous, and cross!"

"Yeah. Like I don't know that."

"Rory?" Amy felt faint suddenly. What the hell was she going to do? She didn't know who the father of her children were. Would she just let him assume they were his? And where was the Doctor? She just wanted the feel of his tweed jacket and the warmth of his hug and the smell of his hair around her. She had missed him so much. She'd also missed Rory. "Rory, is that you?"

"Yeah, it's me. Hang on a minute." The sound of the sonic screw driver was so familiar. So much like home.

"They took them," Amy said sadly, leaning against the table.

The doors slid open and Rory stepped in, carrying the double bassinet with the tops open. Both Ponds, Melody and Aria, were fine. "That is never, ever going to happen."

Amy could have died at the sight of her two babies, alive and well. Rory had saved them. Her heart swelled with pride at the thought of him protecting children he assumed was his. Rory really wasn't your typical old boring Rory Williams anymore. He had truly earned the title 'The Last Centurion.'

"Where have they been? What have they done to them?" Amy fussed over her babies.

"They're fine, Amy. I checked. They're beautiful," he started to cry, "I just can't believe... twins! When the Doctor said you were giving birth, I just assumed, you know, one! But, two! Twins! I think one is slightly bigger than the other though. Oh god, I was going to be cool. I wanted to be cool. Look at me!"

Amy stared down at Melody and Aria Pond. Rory thought they were his twins. Of course he did. He trusted Amy. He assumed any baby she was carrying was his. Or babies, as it very much were.

"Crying Roman with two babies," Amy felt her own tears pour down her cheeks, "Definitely cool!" she reached over and hugged him tightly. She really had missed him. And then she saw him, over Rory's shoulder, standing in the doorway. He looked unsure and weary and very, very guilty.

Amy's stomach did a 380 degree swoop. Would the Doctor automatically know his own children, just from sight? Could he tell? She swallowed the dry lump in her throat. "Doctor," Amy rasped.

He crossed the space between them and pressed himself against her, smelling her post-pregnancy scent and yes, it smelled like absolute heaven. The feel of his Amelia Pond against him wasn't rare, they'd only been apart a month or so and that was hell in itself, but she had been gone for much longer than that and there wasn't a moment where he didn't blame himself. He suspected she probably blamed him too a little bit.

"I'm sorry we were so long," he whispered into her neck and she could feel him shaking against her. Either with delight from finding her, or anger for Kovarian and the Silence.

"Doctor, meet my twin girls," Rory held the bassinet up to the Doctor.

Amy held her breath as the Doctor stepped away from her and tentatively to the month old or so newborns. She studied they way his lip moved, the way his eyes darted and filled with tears and the way his face was so inexplicably sad.

"Doctor?" Rory frowned.

"Absolutely breathtaking," the Doctor breathed, overwhelmed by emotion. "What's their names?"

Rory frowned, unable to answer.

"This is Melody, and this is Aria," Amy whispered.

"So beautiful," the Doctor added, gazing at them with a loaded look that set Amy's heart racing miles ahead.

Vastra strode in and declared, "Doctor! Take a look, they're leaving. Demons Run is ours without a drop of blood spilt. My friend, you have never risen higher."

Rory's face dropped as he glanced over to the Time Lord.

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The Doctor stepped out of the Tardis carrying an old fashioned cradle. It looked rusty and old and home-made. The kind that was really used. "They're not hungry, they're tired. Sorry Ponds, they're just not listening to you, are they?"

"What's this?" Amy frowned. They were standing in the Hangar with the Tardis a few feet away.

"Very pretty, according to your daughters," the Doctor said. He gently laid down Aria into the cot and easily slipped Melody in beside her.

Vastra's booming voice came over the speakers, "Doctor! We need you in the main control room."

"Be right there!" the Doctor cried, "Things to do, I've still got to work out what this base is for. We can't leave till we know."

Amy was pretty sure the Doctor already knew. Rule number 1: the Doctor lies.

"Whoever took me wants my babies," Amy said quickly before he could walk away.

"Our babies," Rory added. "But why do they want them?"

"Exactly!" the Doctor cried.

There was only one reason Amy could think of. She was positive the Doctor knew it too.

"Is there anything you're not telling us?" Rory asked, his eyes narrowed, "You knew Amy wasn't real, you never said."

"Well I couldn't be sure they weren't listening."

Rory shook his head. "Tell us something, please. Doctor, it's our babies."

"It's mine," the Doctor tugged on his braces.

Amy's face fell dramatically and even Rory felt the colour drain from his face.

"What is?" Rory asked lowly.

"The cot. It's my cot. I slept in there," he said as he walked away, almost at the doors.

"Hang on, Doctor," Amy left Rory watching the babies and walked over to the Doctor. "Tell me what you know. I know you know something. I can see it in your face, in your eyes, in your step. Tell me," she swallowed, "Are the babies yours? Are they Time Lord?" she whispered. "Is that why Kovarian wanted them?"

The babies crying filled the air.

"Amelia," the Doctor reached out and placed a hand on her cheek. "I think your daughters are calling for you," in one fail swoop move, he darted away and through the doors.

Amy stared after him.

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The Doctor entered the main control room with a worrying expression that he soon removed, "You've hacked into their software?" he asked Dorium.

"I believe I sold it to them."

"So what have we learned?"

"That anger is always the shortest distance to a mistake," Vastra spoke up.

"I'm sorry?" the Doctor asked.

"The words of an old friend who once found me in the London Underground, attempting to avenge my sisters death on perfectly innocent tunnel diggers," she quipped back.

"Well... You were very cross at the time," he replied.

"As you were today, old friend. Point taken, I hope," Vastra smiled.

The Doctor nodded, taking a breath.

"Now I have a question. Are the babies human?" Vastra asked abruptly.

"Sorry, what?" the Doctor swallowed thickly. "Of course they are!" he laughed uncomfortably, "Completely human, what are you talking about?"

"They've been scanning both of them since they were both born and I think they found what they were looking for," Dorium pulled something up on the screen. It was two separate images of DNA constructions. Neither matched the other.

The Doctor walked over to the screen.

"Look at the right one," Vastra said, "Human plus. Human plus Time Lord. Now look at the left one."

The Doctor grasped his hair, "You cannot tell anyone about this," he told him fiercely, "If anyone were to find out—"

"I'm still not quite getting it," Dorium interrupted, "Are you the father or aren't you?"

"One of Amy's daughters is mine," the Doctor admitted and the silence hung all around them. His voice was thick with emotion. "One baby has two hearts, because my DNA is more likely to override a human's, she's more Time Lord than human. She's like a hybrid, three parts Time Lord and one part human. She'll be able to regenerate."

"Oh my," Vastra looked down. "And the other?"

"The other is Rory's baby," the Doctor replied. He had begun to frantically pace. "That baby came from two whole humans, but she must have been made in the Tardis. Through prolonged exposure to the time vortex, the untempered schism, she's like a child of the Tardis really, not like a hybrid, more like a... mixture, but not really. She's like one part Time Lord and three parts human. She might even be able to regenerate too, I'm not sure, this has never happened before!"

Dorium frowned, "But she was pregnant with both of them at the same time—"

"Yes, and no," the Doctor was still rambling. He was always three steps ahead of himself in his mind while talking. "When Amy and I... you know, that was on her wedding night, over a year ago, but a Time Lord baby is hard to cook, long and slow and definitely not supposed to happen with a human. And then somehow, Amy gets pregnant twice, in the Tardis, on Christmas day—" his cheeks burned that he even knew that, but he did. He knew everything, "—That's three weeks after her wedding. I don't know how she can get pregnant twice at the same time from two different fathers but hey, I'm a 907 year old alien who flies through space and time. I've heard less believable things!"

"So Melody is yours then?" Dorium nodded. "She was born first; you and Amy consummated first, that makes sense."

"No, Time Lord babies are harder to cook remember, if this one was completely Time Lord, Amy would still be pregnant, and probably dead and I still don't even know how she survived her pregnancy, with two genetically altered Time babies, like a ticking time bomb! But! Ah, but no! Melody was born first because she's the lesser Time Lord which means she took less time to cook than Aria, so of course Aria came last even though she was technically there first!"

Vastra was starting to see stars from his rambling, "So Aria is yours? She's the child of a Time Lord?"

"And Melody is Rory's? The child of the Tardis?" Dorium finally understood.

The Doctor stood there, half shocked and half already knowing all of that stuff anyway. He knew the second he saw Aria that she was his. He could practically feel her two heartbeats, her potential.

A sudden clanging noise from the open doorway made them all turn around.

It was Amy.