-Interlude 2-

Amy didn't put down the gun.

"What do you mean, you're my daughter?" She felt like she should have been shocked, should break down, should feel … something. But she didn't. She was through being emotional. She was through being used.

Amy wanted answers.

Rory made a noise behind her. She looked over to her husband but his support and Roman dress did nothing for her mood. "Our daughter," she corrected herself, reluctantly.

"I mean what I said, Amy," River said. Calmly despite the - whatever it was - laser gun, in her face. "I'm Melody." Rory put a hand on Amy's shoulder from behind, but it didn't help. She was well and fully cross.

"We met!" Amy wasn't about to back down without some answers. "We met on that planet! We met at the Pandorica! We met in America!"

"Yes," River replied, simply. Her calm didn't waver.

"And all of those times, you knew who I was?" Amy was getting angrier as she said it all aloud.

"Yes," said River. "I knew rather a lot." She paused and started again, "but you knew that, didn't you? You knew I was someone from the Doctor's future."

"But you didn't say you were from mine!" Amy didn't know what she was feeling. Desperation? Betrayal? But she also felt a tiny sliver of acceptance. And maybe something verging on hope. Not that she believed any of it. She tried again. "Then what happens next? After this. After the Doctor finds you."

"Spoilers," said River, still calm. It was entirely the wrong thing to say. Amy did something she thought might have been cocking the gun. It made a whirring sound and glowed warmly. Which meant it was probably working.

"Do I look like the Doctor?" Amy tried to sound menacing. It was impossible. All of it. And untrue. And Amy was not about to trust River Song. She knew the kinds of secrets River could keep, the lies she could tell. River was as complicit in the Doctor's death as any of them. Perhaps more, for all Amy knew. It was too much. Melody. The Flesh. The Doctor's death before her eyes. It had been a bad day. Possibly a bad seven months.

"Fine," River said. Placidly but with just the smallest hint of bite. "Shoot me in the face." She took a step closer. "It wouldn't be the first time." Amy didn't know what she meant until suddenly she did. Amy gasped.

"You were the little girl!" Amy put down the gun and stepped back, well and truly shaken. "In the space suit!" River's eyes confirmed it.

"You shot the little girl in the head? You shot our daughter in the head?" Rory finally broke in, too shocked to be angry.

Amy said nothing, dropped the gun, and fell to her knees. She was the worst mother. Already. She had been before she had even given birth.

"She missed," River said helpfully. Then something hit Amy, and her stomach lurched with dread and the weight of her realization. The suit. The lake.

"You killed the Doctor," Amy said. Softly. And with a cold, creeping hatred she hadn't known she possessed. There was silence. A creeping, waiting silence.

"Yes," River said at last.