((Treating you to another chapter as I am feeling generous and I love you all.

From here and onwards, the Pondlock will take place. It might seem I'm taking things too slow, but I don't want to rush it; it's just not realistic otherwise. Well, I think so anyway.))

She'd done it. She didn't hold back, she posted the papers on her way back home. If she hadn't done it then she probably never would have. In a sense, it made her feel better, knowing that now Rory could be free to have the live he had always wanted. For that reason alone she didn't regret her decision.

It was quiet back at the flat. Sherlock, once again, was concentrating on hid experiments when Amy went to brew herself a cup of tea for some small kind of comfort.

"It didn't go well then," piped up Sherlock when he noticed the female at the kitchen counter. She stopped what she was doing to take a deep breath.

"Sorry..?" Without turning to face him she carried on with filling her cup.

"With your husband."

There was no need to bother questioning him how he knew that. She was used to it now. Anyway, it was kind of obvious she had been crying and Sherlock knew that she didn't really have anything else to be upset about.

"It was fine." This time she did face him, watching as he peered down the lens of his microscope.

He knew she was lying. "No, it wasn't."

"It went fine." She was firm.

"I don't think it-"

"Why do you care?"

"I don't."

"Then please stop talking!"

She didn't mean to raise her voice. She was still worked up. After some silence and awkwardly standing on the spot, looking around, she cleared her throat, apologising. "Actually, it wasn't fine," she began, running her fingers through her windswept hair, sitting opposite him. "It was anything but fine. I thought I would be okay...but, I got there...and then all these questions started piling into my head, doubts niggling away at me. I almost didn't go through with it..." She sighed heavily, thinking back to the cafe with Rory earlier. "It is... It feels so surreal. When I got married I never thought this would happen. I never thought things would go...wrong..."

"People make mistakes," he said, much to her annoyance.

"Mis-mistakes? Marrying Rory wasn't a mistake! The only mistake made wa-" Demon's Run, she thought. They had made the mistake, a big mistake, doing whatever they had done to her. It was alright for them, they weren't paying the price for it, and she was. What a huge price it was.

"You know already, don't you? You know why I left Rory so there's no point in explaining. I doubt you're even listening..." Not once had he looked up at her from his work.

Rising from her chair she went to finish making her drink - angrily dropping the tea-spoon on the counter in the process - then proceeded to leave for her bedroom. "People make mistakes." Sherlock had no idea about her relationship with Rory. He hadn't seen what they had been through. She doubted he even knew if such experiences existed. Getting married to Rory had been the best thing to happen to her - aside from the Doctor - and she was glad that she had. She had married him because she'd loved him, because he was all she had wanted when everything else she had was vanishing from her view. And Rory was the most lovable and most kind-hearted person she knew. No-one would ever mistake marrying him.

She couldn't blame the Doctor either. How was he supposed to know what would have happened at Demon's Run? No-one foretold the events that would take place, except River, of course, or Melody as she was initially named; having Melody wasn't a mistake, either. Definitely not.

"I was listening," said Sherlock, causing her to stop and turn again. She looked at him blankly.

"Isn't that what you want? Someone to listen to you?"

"You don't understand, so what is the point?"

"Come on, relationships are hardly complicated."

"Oh really?" she scoffed. "That's what you think."

"It's what I know."

"Shut up, Sherlock. You don't know, okay? You don't know what I am feeling. You don't know anything about me and Rory or what we've been through, despite your 'super-elusive-detective-skills'. Have you ever had to give up someone you love because you weren't making them happy? Have you even been in a relationship?"

"I don't see how that is important."

"I might as well ask seeing as you claim to 'know everything' about them." She sat opposite him again, clutching her cup hard in both hands.

He sighed. "I didn't say I know everything; I said I know they are not as complicated as people so desperately say they are."

"And how do you know that?" He said nothing and she slightly smirked. "You don't."

"I don't do relationships. They're just pointless distractions. Nothing more. If everyone else realised that then I'm sure they would save themselves a lot of trouble."

"Wow..." she spoke with sarcasm, "thanks for the advice, Jeremy Kyle. I'll remember that."

At that moment, Mrs Hudson wandered in. "Amy, dear, this came for you. A woman delivered it. She was rather nice. I have no idea who she was, I didn't get her name."

Amy took the envelope from her landlady and opened it. Unfolding the paper from inside she read the words written in bold black pen:

Amy, be careful.
You're in danger.

Amy soon moved over to the window across the room, intending to catch a glimpse of whoever sent it. Although, she had an idea who it was.

"Is everything alright?" Mrs Hudson asked.

"Yeah..." Amy folded the paper up, and then slipped it into her pocket, leaving the window. "Everything is fine." She was lying and Sherlock knew it.

((Hope I didn't make Sherlock too much of an arse in this haha))