A/N: Another update for you! I wasn't online for a while - christmas holidays are very hectic for me, but I found time to write and update :D

And now...OH MY GOD THE CHRISTMAS SPECIAL. WHO WATCHED IT? SHARE YOUR THOUGHTS ON IT IN A REVIEW!

Aside from the Rory/Amy moments, I got my Doctor/Amy ending, so I was happy. The awkward hug at the end made me laugh. And looks like Rory is getting annoyed with the Doctor already...hmmm. Interesting.

AND THE TRAILER FOR SERIES 6. Amy holds the Doctor's life in her hands. Next year is going to be EPIC.

Sorry. Fangirl moment over. On with the chapter!

Not the happiest of chapters, so think of it as a...filler chapter? :)

The Doctor stared at the TARDIS doors after Amy had left, tears trickling down his cheeks. He was hoping that she'd burst back in and refuse to leave, but he had been too cruel to her. She would never forgive him for the things that he'd said to her.

Without taking his eyes from the doors, he reached back and pulled the green lever down, taking the TARDIS away from Leadworth.

He remained in the same position until he realised that his ship was floating towards a star, and he quickly turned around to the console and diverted the TARDIS to another place in the universe.

He left his ship floating in a vacuum of nothingness, and he sank down onto the floor, turning his attention back to the doors, though he knew that there was no possibility of Amy walking through them.

He could feel his ship's sorrow rolling off of him in waves, and he bowed his head. "I know." He whispered, his tears leaving his cheeks and dripping to the floor. "I love her too."

~I~

Amy watched the TARDIS disappear from sight, before walking into her house and up to her bedroom, ignoring the large crowds of people that were inside of her house.

She heard them screaming her name, but she blocked them out and slammed her bedroom door shut, locking all of them out.

"Amy! Amy! Where have you been?" She heard her Aunt cry from the other side of the door. "Why did you vanish on your wedding day like that?"

"Amy!" She heard Rory yell, and he banged on the door. "Amy, speak to me!"

Amy ignored them and turned to her box of memorabilia, stuffed full of dolls and pictures of the Doctor that she'd made when she was a little girl. She picked up one of the dolls and studied it intently.

"Maybe if I use the screw driver on you, you'll magic into the Doctor." She muttered, smiling through her tears.

"Amy! You've been missing for two days! Let us in! The police are here!"

But Amy couldn't even hear them. She pulled out a drawing from her box and laughed at the childish picture that was supposed to be the TARDIS swimming pool. "I'm even better than Vincent." She chuckled, tracing the drawing with her fingertip.

Dropping the drawing back into the box, she stood up and walked over to the window. She briefly glanced at the police outside, who were waving to get her attention, before turning her gaze to her back garden. Her hand tightened around the sonic screwdriver, and she whispered, "Any minute now."

~I~

The Doctor was going mad. He had searched every room of the TARDIS, but he couldn't find his screwdriver. Now he was back in the console room, and he was pulling up the floor, thinking it may be trapped between the tiles.

The likelihood of that being possible was not very high, but knowing how angry the TARDIS was with him for leaving Amy, he wouldn't put anything past her. She was probably getting a kick out of watching him hunt for his lost item.

"A little help would be nice." He grumbled to the TARDIS, but she didn't reply.

"I know that you're mad at me for making Amy leave, and I'm sorry, but it was necessary."

The TARDIS hummed her disagreement, still not willing to voice her opinions to him.

"You miss her. I miss her. " The Doctor admitted softly. "But we need to move on. Amy wasn't safe here."

This time, the TARDIS began to shake, infuriated by the Doctor's naivety.

The Doctor sighed and rested his hand on the console to soothe her. "It's always been you and I. It should be just the two of us. No one else. Just the lonely traveller and his TARDIS."

~I~

It took the Police two hours to convince Amy to leave her bedroom, and she only walked out when she realised that the Doctor wasn't coming back for her. At least, not tonight.

They led her down to the living room, and Rory and her Aunt threw their arms around her, hugging her tightly. Amy just stood there while they embraced her, confused by their reaction.

"Where have you been?" Her Aunt asked her, standing back to glare at her. "You were missing the whole of your wedding day! We've been worried sick about you!"

Amy didn't reply, and stared down at the doll of the Doctor in her hand. Her Aunt didn't understand, but Rory did.

"You were with him, weren't you?" He whispered brokenly. "The Doctor."

Amy's aunt groaned and rolled her eyes. "Not this again."

Rory and Amy both ignored her, and their eyes locked. Amy nodded slightly, and Rory's World fell apart.

~I~

Overall, the Doctor had spent about fifty hours searching for his screwdriver. He didn't really mind spending that much time searching for it, it kept his mind off of Amy.

But the fact that his TARDIS refused to give him another one was frustrating.

"Why are you so adamant that I find that one?" He muttered, glaring at the console. "It wouldn't even take you a minute to create a new one for me."

The TARDIS was silent, and he sighed. "Fine. You know what? I don't even need a sonic screwdriver."

He clambered to his feet and smirked triumphantly. "All I need is my bowtie, and I'm good to go." He announced.

Suddenly his mind was filled with an image of Amy reaching into his pocket and withdrawing his screwdriver, and the Doctor gasped in realisation as the image faded away.

"She stole my…how could she…oh, that girl is brilliant!"

And then he glared at the console again. "So now you tell me that she has my screwdriver!" He hissed, shaking his head in disbelief. "You're a sneaky girl, I'll give you that. I bet you think that I'm going to fly back to Leadworth and retrieve it, forcing me to talk to Amy."

The Doctor sensed his ship's hope, and he grinned spitefully. "Well, you thought wrong. Like I said, I don't need a sonic screwdriver."

Humming over the cries of his TARDIS, he began to type in a random destination code, ignoring the ache in his own hearts as well.

~I~

It had been eleven days since the Doctor had taken Amy back to Leadworth, and thirteen days since her failed wedding day to Rory.

Not that Rory was counting.

He'd decided to see her before going to work, and after talking briefly to her aunt, he headed up the stairs to visit his ex-fiancée.

He knocked softly on her bedroom door before entering, and he gazed at her sympathetically when he saw her curled up in bed.

Amy hated the way people looked at her now. There was no reason for them to feel sorry for her. The Doctor would be back for her soon.

"Good morning." Rory said quietly, perching on the end of her bed.

Amy sat up and pointed to her chest of drawers. "Could you pass me the calendar please?" She asked him.

Rory sighed. "Not this again Amy. It's not healthy."

Amy's eyes glinted angrily. "It's been eleven days Rory. I think today will be the day he comes back to me."

Rory didn't reply, but he passed her the calendar. He watched her cross off another day, and shook his head sadly.

She'd broken his heart when she'd told him that she loved the Doctor, but he could take that. He knew who the Doctor was, and what he could do, and knew that he could never compete with him.

But he couldn't bear to see Amy waiting for him like this. Rory knew that he wouldn't be back, and he hated seeing her pining away for him.

That wasn't the Amy he loved.

And he wanted to kill the Doctor for damaging her. Again.

~I~

The Doctor hadn't left his TARDIS yet, despite having landed on one of his favourite planets. He just wasn't up to exploring by himself. It was something he liked to do with someone else.

But he had gotten rid of his 'partner-in-crime,' so to speak.

Instead, he was sitting on the floor of the swimming pool, counting how long he could hold his breath for. So far, he was up to three hours and seventeen minutes.

He knew that he'd have to get out soon, as his skin was beginning to pucker, but he was determined to stay sitting underwater for as long as possible. Counting in his head occupied his thoughts, meaning that he didn't have to think about Amy.

He remained sitting for a few more minutes, before giving up and swimming to the surface. Shivering, he climbed out of the pool and towelled himself dry.

He laid his wet towel over one of the pool chairs, and he spotted a book lying underneath it. Curious, he picked it up, and instantly remembered why it was there.

It was the book that Amy had been reading a couple of days ago when Captain Jack was travelling with them. She'd dropped the book when the Doctor had clambered on top of her and assaulted her lips with his.

That memory brought the Doctor a lot of pain, and he collapsed beside the pool chair, clutching the book to his damp chest.

He wasn't going to last much longer.

~I~

Rory's hospital shift finished late into the night, and when he finally returned to his house, it was midnight.

As he got ready for bed, he saw a heartbreaking sight from his bedroom window.

Amy was standing in her back garden, staring up at the stars. From the glint of the moonlight, Rory could see that her face was wet with tears.

Forgetting about his exhaustion, he left his house and climbed over the fence that separated their gardens.

Amy glanced towards his direction; her face lighting up with hope, but when she saw that it was Rory, she began to cry.

"I really thought that he'd be back today." She sobbed, and Rory took her hand in his.

He led her gently into the house and into her bedroom, and he sat down beside her bed as she curled up under the duvet.

They stayed that way for the whole night, and Rory never released her hand or moved from his position.

If the Doctor wasn't going to return and look after her, Rory knew that he'd have to be the one to piece Amy back together.

He just prayed that the Doctor hadn't damaged her permanently.

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