The activities of the hours before had exhausted The Doctor, so much so that he had actually fallen asleep for an hour or so. He woke in the early hours of the morning with a contented smile on his face, feeling sublimely happy, more so than he had in such a long time. He looked down, seeing a pale arm strewn across his chest, and as he looked to the right he saw her sleeping face beside him, her red hair mussed up and partially obscuring her face. Her lips were slightly swollen and pink, and he could feel his were too. It was the most wonderful thing in the world to wake up to.

He watched her smile in her sleep and slowly realisation dawned on him. Carefully removing her arm from his chest, he got up from the bed, making sure not to wake Amy, and walked over to the window, grabbing a towel and wrapping it round his waist as he moved. Pressing his forehead against the cool glass, he alternated his gaze between the beautiful woman in the bed, and the view of dawn out of the window.

He began to worry, now that he had gained some distance from her; it had been difficult to think straight with her arm around him. Last night, they had done more than sleeping together, they had formed a connection; one of the reasons that the Doctor had against sleeping with humans. Time Lords had psychic abilities, a power that the Doctor didn't often like to use, but in times like last night, when a Time Lord sleeps with someone, they create a connection, a link between the two of them.

Its aim was to encourage long term relationships; something to bind them together, but only worked best with another Time Lords. With humans the most that happened would usually be a low level empathic link, occasional feelings of déjà vu, and in times of intense stress or pressure, the ability to just about communicate thoughts to one another.

That was why the Doctor had to get out of the bed, to gain some distance. All of these happy emotions could have been emanating from Amy, beautiful, wonderful Amy, and not been his at all. Well, some might not have been his. Before he had been so adamant that this shouldn't happen, before he forgot himself, his reasoning, before Amy talked him down.

He could still stop what had happened, if he wanted to, if he needed to. He could prevent anything more happening; he could go back to the way things were. He could go back to her, and wipe away the last few hours from her memories, if he wanted to.

Maybe it would be for the best. A Time Lord and a human, it could never work...

But like she said last night, a life with him, in any form, never works. It seemed that the Universe was adamant that he could not stay with someone for too long. So why should it matter. It hurt when any of them left, but that didn't stop him having fun with them in the meantime.

Not that it was just having fun with Amy. He loved her with both of all his hearts and no matter how bad an idea this situation was, no matter how sensible it would be to stop this now, he couldn't. He just couldn't. And he especially couldn't wipe Amy's memories, not after everything that had happened with Rory. To do so would be unforgivable.

He looked out to the window, watching as the dawn broke, trying to keep his mind clear, trying to think. As the sun began to peek over the horizon, he found he knew the answer, of course he knew the answer: he loved her, and he was happy, as was she. He didn't want to 'fix' this, he didn't want to stop it from happening. He should, but he wouldn't.

He walked back over to the bed and crawled back in it, leaving the towel on the floor behind him. Amy woke up, bleary eyed.

"What's wrong?" She asked, feeling the rapidly vanishing worry that was leaving the Doctor's mind. He took her in his arms, holding her closely, and she snuggled into his chest happily, quickly drifting back to sleep again between the Doctors beating hearts.

Thanks to smiles2go for helping me out with this chapter :)