The next time Amy woke she was lying in a hospital bed. The white-washed walls and clinical smells instantly made her feel nauseaus. Nurses and doctors passed by every minute. Not a single one of them checked up on her. Rory would have. He would have been there straight away. In fact he'd probably never even leave her bedside.

Moving her head gave her blurry vision that made her feel sick. To her side she saw a looming shape of a man. When he vision finally refocused she saw him smiling at her.

It wasn't Sherlock.

"How are you feeling?"

"Okay... I think." Groaning, she eased herself up into a sitting position. It was much more comfortable.
"The doctor said you're just winded with some bruising. It could have been a lot worse."

"I feel a lot worse."

"Take it easy for a few days."

She nodded, her eyes darting from the left to the right. "Um... where is Sherlock?"

"At the flat," Lestrade replied.

Charming. He doesn't even come to see if I am okay. "Oh... Is everything sorted now?"

"Oh, yeah. Sherlock stayed behind to comfirm what you told us was true, though I think he really wanted to say that it wasn't. It's out of our hands. U.N.I.T are in charge now."

"You believed me? Just like that?"

He simply nodded. "After that Dalek-thing invasion in 2008 how can anyone not believe in them?"

"You know about U.N.I.T?" She knew about them. A little bit. The Doctor had mentioned them a time or two. Plus, other poeple had, too.

"The police do. Not everyone in the force does but some of us are in the know." He exhaled heavily. "All the evidence pointed towards your conclusion, I can't ignore it. You solved it."

"Great..." She didn't sound at all enthusiastic. It's not over.

"How do you know about aliens?" he questioned her curiously.

It took her a moment to answer. "Well, the past invasions over the years... I'm kind of an expert..."

They both laughed.

"Listen, I have to go. I'm glad you're alright..."

"It's fine."

"By the way, what is the deal with you and Sherlock?"

"How do you mean?" she asked.

"Are you two..?" He moved his hands in a circular motion, trying to get his suggestion across. "He seemed pretty worried about you and I just wondered if -"

"Nooooo," she said rather hastily. "No. I am only his flat mate." A chuckled escaped her. "No. He's too annoying and... arrogant and hard to please."

"I wouldn't say that. Annoying, maybe, but not the rest. Well, perhaps he can be a bit arrogant... Sherlock is... tricky. His brain doesn't work the same way ours do. He doesn't think or act like everyone else, but he's not a complete machine. Years ago, I used to think that. I wasn't his biggest fan - neither were most people - but now, after everything, I've realized that he's not as careless as he sometimes makes out. I was angry with him for making us all believe that he was dead for so long. Now that I understand why he did it, well... he has a heart. He doesn't like to show it but I think he is more human now than he has ever been. While I've known him anyway..."

Amy pondered on those words all night through to the next morning when she was finally discharged. She hadn't known what he was like before January of this year. She was starting to wish she had, to see the difference. He was alright, she only wished that he was sometimes a bit more easy-going. In a way, he reminded her of the Doctor. There were definite simlarities between them. The way they thought about things and acted when it came to emotions, except the Doctor was a lot more child-like and flamboyant.

Where was the Doctor? Amy needed him now more than ever. The deal with the shapeshifter wasn't over, even if U.N.I.T did have it under control. The shifter wanted the Doctor and Amy was sure that he would turn up eventually. He had to.

When she got home she was welcomed by Sherlock. He offered to make her tea while she stretched out on the sofa. She certainly wasn't going to refuse that. He is being kind. I'm not sure if I like that or not.

"Don't worry. I wont be playing the damsel in distress all of the time," she told him after he had asked her how she was.

"Even if you did I wouldn't be the one saving you," he noted with a hint of playfulness, she heard.

"I don't expect you to. I can easily look after myself." After sipping at the milky brew she chuckled.

He smiled a tiny bit and sat down in his chair, staring across at her. "You were telling the truth... The other night, you really did think it was a shapeshifter."

"Yes. I did."

He looked at her as if he wanted her to explain everything from the beginning, but she didn't have the energy. "You don't have to believe me, I don't even expect you to. Let's just leave it at that. It's done now."

"I never believed in aliens. It's always been hoaxs and conspiracies and no evidence."

Yeah, well, this time it isn't.

"You fascinate me, Amy," he suddenly said after a dragged out silence.

"Do I?" she teased, smirking.

"Yes."

"That's good to know. May I forever remain that way."