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The Forgotten Ring

- Run! - Was the word of the Time Lord that was holding tightly the hand of a woman with fairy hair.

They were running, as fast as they could, running from something, something they couldn't see. It was when the woman with carmine lips pointed a spot to hide. They immediately ran towards and into it. It was a hidden room, a room made of wood. Inside, was empty, the only thing their eyes could see was a chair in the middle of it. "Torture" were the words that played once and again inside their head. And it was indeed a place of torture, a chair, beneath a light in the middle of an empty room was nothing but a place living things use to make others to speak, to make them suffer without any remorse. He let her hand go to search the empty space while she was looking to the outside of the place through a small hole.

- You won't see a thing, is useless. Come and help me. - He said while scanning the room with a fine artifact made of metal and some white material, with a pointing green light in between his hand.

She didn't say a word, he was right. They were invisible, but she stayed there, looking. Looking because she knew that maybe they were using that ability for defense and in some point, when they give up on looking for them, they were going back to their own nature. He was mad, she was there, sneaking through a small useless hole and not helping him, he scratched his head through his brown and perfectly steady hair while thinking. There wasn't any way they could get out of there but for the door they came. It was a closed room, one door, no windows, no nothing.

- Hello! Any help? I would appreciate some help over here! - He said it again, but she didn't answer. She was slightly mad at him but she didn't wanted him to see that in her. - This is ridiculous. Unacceptable! Out of place! Amelia Pond! Am I talking to a red big wall? Am I being ignored? I am talking to you!

- And I am listening. - Said the woman in a soft low tone to the man behind her. He was acting not himself since this morning and she was getting sick of the way he was being with her.

- Good, right. Then... Are you coming over here or should I wait here on the chair? Some magazines should be great and stuff. - The sarcasm on his tone was marvelous. He was being mean with her the entire day and she didn't know why.

She finally stand up straight, leaving the useless little hole alone in the wall. She turned around to face the man with the weird artifact in his hand and crossed her pallid arms against her chest. She was mad and he immediately got the memo.

- Was the sarcasm really necessary? Oh! I see. You needed my help. Well okay I will help. - Said the woman and he smiled triumphantly.

- Right! Great! Come, over here, Pond! - Said that man with floppy hair to his companion while turning around to scan once more the chair.

- But first. I need an explanation on why are you acting like a woman with her period. - She said and he frozen.

He wasn't expecting any of that to come from those pouty lips of hers. She was asking for an explanation, something that wasn't quite good now in that situation.

- Amy, this is not the time for any drama. There are who knows what out there looking for us and you want us to have a "chat"? - He said that word with one hand up, showing two fingers up and down to her.

- You've been avoiding me since we got up, you're hitting me with words that hurt and every time I put a hand over you, you just... Slip away like... Like... - She couldn't finish the sentence. She was scared. Everything was being like before. He avoiding her every time she tried to do any move to kiss him, like if he was running away from her. Just like when they weren't together. Just like before. - I need to know what's inside your head.

- Trust me, you don't. -He said simply, but it wasn't because of her question, just because there was more than too much inside his head and that was something she couldn't cope.

- Doctor... - The woman said in desperation but understanding his words. She wanted him to be serious about it, not just saying something to skip the chat- Why are you acting like this? Did I do something wrong? Did I say something out of place? Talk to me, I deserve an explanation. Please.

And with nothing else to do, he sat on the chair, with his face in between his hands. She was demanding an explanation and she was on her right to have it. He was just avoiding that chat.

- I know I am no one to make you do something. I mean. It has been only two day since we... You know... Together. But there is something I can't cope. - He said in a simply matter and she slowly went towards him, to bend over, to find his gaze.

- Doctor... - She begged him to speak, to take whatever he has inside out of his chest.

- The ring... - He slowly slid a finger down to touch the small, silver circle that were wrapped around the finger of her left hand.

The redhead frozen. She now understood. She has been wearing her wedding ring all the time, but it wasn't on purpose, she didn't do it because she loves Rory either. She was just used to have it, that she hadn't realized she was still wearing it. Her right hand went right over her left one, with two fingers, she touched the fine line of the silver artifact and with a soft pull, she got the ring out of her finger, letting it naked after all that time, a small light line was exposed over the skin of her finger, letting on evidence that there was something over it. The man was looking at her with interest. He was curious to see what she was going to do with that circle thing. He didn't wanted her to feel bad, but he thought that she was going to release her finger from the ring as soon as they made love for the first time. But she didn't. That for him was like having a shower with cold water. Because, after all, he wanted to feel that she was his possession and looking at her with that ring didn't make him feel like it. She smiled, a soft warmly smile and with a move she threw the ring across the room, making the man to breath in relief.

- Sorry about that. I was so used to have it that I forgot I was wearing it. But you, sir. You need to understand that we need communication going on here. Got it? Got it, good. - She replied to herself. Making him to grin and to wrap his arms around her, loosely.

- Now I can say that you're completely mine. - Said the man after kissing the lips of the woman he desires the most.

It was a relief for both of them, for him because now he can call her his and for her because now she understood how a simply small fine object could affect a whole relationship.

A noise came from behind the door, making the pair to split immediately. Hands got entwined like a magnetic mass as the man began to sonic the place with his funny little artifact.

- Is wood, there's nothing you can do with that screwdriver, old man. - Said the woman while letting his hand free. She was determined, since for her, that funny artifact was useless, by that time. Her hands began to roam along the walls from that solitary room, for her that material was wood.

- Is not wood, Pond. Is berbelass. It looks like wood for its component but is nothing but concrete and metal. - Said the man while looking to the outside through the small hole his mate was looking before. He sees nothing, no one, just dust. But he could sense a presence, he was sure about that. When he got tired of looking, his gaze returned to his companion, the one who was touching the walls with both hands. He frowned and with the screwdriver up against his lips, he asked -What in the name of the Universe you're doing, Amelia?

- Something useful. -Said as she continued looking. - Aha! Found it. - With a simply big smile, she looked at him as one of the walls began to open, leaving to their eyes a dark tunnel. They had no idea where that way was going to lead them, but they have no other choice. Before The Doctor could say something, the hand of the ginger woman got his as he felt himself being dragged inside the tunnel, the door closing and taking the only light that was brightening their way.