((A/N: Here's another chapter. I'm trying to make it up to you guys. Forever sorry! :( :( :(

This one's a bit angst-y. I do love a bit of angst. I hope I did okay.

Please R&R! Thank you!))

Thank the stars that Sherlock was well enough the next day to go to John's stag do. Seeing as it would just be the two of them, it would be a real shame if he was still in no fit state to go anywhere. In truth, Amy was worried that he was still a little rusty, but he was definitely looking much better, and he was being much nicer so that must be a sign. He even made her tea that evening. Sat at the desk, she caught him scratching at his wrists.

"Still itchy?"

"A bit," he mumbled, not really wanting to admit that he still wasn't a hundred percent. Probably ninety-five percent, but not the hundred he was aiming for.

"Are you sure you are well enough to go out tonight?"

He sighed heavily. "You've asked me that eleven times today and the answer is still absolutely."

"Okay. I'm just not entirely sure what the rules are on drinking after you've been poisoned."

"The poison is out of my system now, and while I'm probably still in minor recovery, I think my chances are good. You are forgetting that I am a graduate chemist. I've assessed all of the risks."

"I didn't even know you were a graduate chemist."

He frowned. "Really? I thought that was obvious."

You are so up yourself it's unbelievable. She simply smiled, sipping delicately at the hot tea. She glanced at the paper he was reading. Clearly looking for a new case, then. Does he ever stop?

"So..." Sherlock began, his best attempt at making a conversation leaving his lips. "Are you going to Mary's party tonight?"

Amy shook her head. "I have other plans."

After everything that had happened, she had almost forgotten the heated conversation she'd had with River in the TARDIS.

"He's in a bad way. The last time I saw him he was locked away in the house, moping around like a miserable teenager. He's not going to work. He's constantly staring at pictures of you and him. He's a mess, Amy."

The description of Rory River had given her haunted her like a ghost and as hard as she had tried to suppress those words, she couldn't do it anymore. She knew she had to go and see him. She doubted it would be of much help, but she'd feel really guilty if she didn't. Besides, she'd promised River she'd visit him, although at the time she most likely didn't sound all that convincing. She had the Doctor on speed-dial and he's agreed to drop her off in Leadworth, providing he got her back in time so she could see Sherlock and John stumble through the flat door merrily.

"Which reminds me," she said, glancing at her watch. "I should probably get going now." She grabbed her coat as she left her seat.

"Amy?"

"Yes Sherlock?"

There was a long pause. "Did I ever say sorry?"

"For what?" She played with her nails, chipping off more of the green varnish that coated them.

"For not believing you about your friend?"

"Honestly, I can't remember. But you don't need to apologize. If anyone had told me they traveled in time and space with an alien, I would have probably thought they needed help, too." She smiled and left.

The Doctor was waiting for her at the end of Baker Street, leant against the TARDIS in a cool manner, hands shoved deep in his pockets until she approached him, when he then enclosed her in a firm hug. "How is Sherlock?"

"Yeah, he's fine. As insufferable as ever," she answered, smoothing down her shirt. "Shall we go?"

The more times she stepped into the TARDIS the more it amazed her, and the more she missed it when she realised how less she was travelling with the Doctor now. For a time, after the divorce, she'd considered taking travelling back up, yet so much had happened and she was making a new life for herself she wasn't sure if she could. In time, she figured, the TARDIS would no longer be on her doorstep. Everyone had to move on, and as much as she hated it, she was starting do just that. The thought scared her. Normal life wasn't her thing. Lucky that she'd met Sherlock, then.

"Are you sure this is the right thing to do?" the Doctor asked her while he moved around the console. There was less flamboyancy about him. Instead, everything in his body language was serious.

She nodded. "You know it is."

All he did was give a look in agreement.

The TARDIS arrived in Leadworth and it took Amy a while to pluck up the courage to step outside. The doors creaked open in what seemed like slow motion. She inhaled deeply when she came face to face with the house she had shared with Rory - the house the Doctor had given them as present not that long ago. It felt so surreal to be stepping back onto the street where she had watched Rory play football with the local kids. Months had passed and yet nothing had changed, except everything felt gloomier and almost looked grey. "Do you want me to wait?" the Timelord spoke up behind her. Again, she simply nodded.

Before she knew it she was knocking on the blue door. She didn't know what she was going to expect when it opened. This had been a last minute decision, she hadn't properly prepared herself. Normally she'd have a prepared speech when it came to confronting people she'd upset - and she'd upset a lot of people in her twenty-four short years. This time, nothing. Not a single sentence.

She glanced back at the TARDIS, catching sight of the Doctor slipping away inside. When she turned back, the door opened. "Rory!"

She'd imagined that he'd be a shadow of his former self, messy and depressed and looking lonely. Except he didn't. He didn't look like anything River had described. He was smartly dressed and was wearing aftershave and didn't appear to have a single trace of - how did River put it? - 'moping around' on him. He looked her up and down, slightly confused. "Amy? What are you doing here?"

She took her time in thinking up an excuse. "Just passing by." She directed his attention to the TARDIS. "To see how you are and... all that..."

He ran a hand through his hair, refusing to open the door any further. "I am fine. Look, this really isn't a good time."

"But River said you were moping."

"River always thinks I'm moping."

"I just thought we could chat, y'know?"

"You really need to go."

Amy was confused. She thought he'd at least be a bit happy to see her. Who was she kidding? After what she'd done, she shouldn't really be surprised at all. And then she heard a voice call his name. A female voice. A well-spoken, young female voice. In that moment, she understood perfectly well his desire for her to leave.

"Who's that?" she questioned with great suspicion, and perhaps with a tad jealousy.

"No-one - Look, please... Just... Just go."

She felt her heart in her mouth and feared that it would drop out onto the step at her feet, bloody and broken. "You've met someone," she said solemnly, trying to keep the sadness in her tone at bay.

"Kind of. It's early days. You can't be here."

With a nod she forced a smile. "Okay... Okay. Some other time, then, maybe?"

"Yeah... Maybe."

The door clicked closed and the world crumbled around her. She found herself staring into nothing, staring at the door in front of her; the blue paint swirling into strange patterns before her eyes, before slowly dripping and peeling away, an ugly grey replacing it, like death replacing life.

It took a lot of strength for her to walk away. Her bones felt heavy. Her shoulders felt like ten tonne weights were balancing on them. The journey back to the time machine felt like a journey around the world.

When she did eventually reach the TARDIS she stormed in, anger replacing the sadness. It was cruel of her to think that she would have preferred Rory to be moping around over her, to refuse to live without her. Arrogant, even. But she would have. She would have liked anything other than this. Someone else had taken her place, something which she had deemed impossible. She hated it. Yes, she wanted Rory to be happy. She even told him so, the day they signed the divorce papers together; she'd told him there and then that it would be better if he found someone else who loved him as much as she did, and could give him what he wanted. But she hated it so much.

"I take it it didn't go well then?" The Doctor glanced down at where she was sat, somber and helpless. It was difficult to find the right words. All he really wanted was for his two best friends to be happy, to at least still be friends. It appeared he wouldn't be getting that any time soon.

She returned his gaze, eyes blackened by her mascara. "Just take me back home. Please."

As Amy made to leave the TARDIS, her friend took her wrist and kissed her forehead softly. "Life is full of surprises, Pond. Some of them are good, and unfortunately, some are bad. But we don't let the bad spoil the good. Don't ever give up on Rory. You'll get him back."

"I don't want him back, Doctor," she said. "I just want him to like me again."

Opening the door to 221b, she was greeted by the sight of Sherlock and John asleep on the stairs. She looked at her watch. It was only ten-o-clock. If they'd have left at eight like planned, that would mean they would have only been out for two hours. What a pair of lightweights.

She stood over them for a two minutes, laughing. It was a nice distraction from the thoughts of Rory and his new woman that had been racing around in her head. The men looked quite peaceful. It would be a shame to disturb them. Disturb them she must, however. Sherlock jumped when she kicked him in the side. "What the hell?!" he yelled, which brought John out of his slumber. "Jesus, Sher- Oh, hi Amy," he lazily slurred.

Stepping over them, she moved up the stairs. "Come on, pissheads! I need a drink. A very strong drink."

Sherlock and his friend wobbled steadily behind her. She chucked her coat on the floor and began surveying the kitchen for a drink that would knock her unconscious, hopefully for days. "If you're loo'ing for booze, we have none," said John, using the door frame for support.

"Mrs Hudson, con-con-" Amy had never heard Sherlock struggle with his words before. It amused her greatly. "What's the wor'?" He looked to John for help.

"Con-fiscated?"

"Yeah that. She took it. I keep telling her, she is not my mother."

"Well," Amy sighed, tapping her fingers on the counter. "I'll go and get some then." She made to grab her coat again. "What does everyone prefer around here? Spirits? Beer? Wine?"

"Some Foster's would be-" John began, but after looking at Amy once he had to do a double take. "You look shit."

"Ah, thanks," she replied sarcastically. "Mary really picked up a charmer, didn't she? You can hardly talk. You both look like you've hit by a bus."

"We almost were," Sherlock snorted and the men erupted into a fit of childish giggles.

"What happ-" John had tried to manouevre his way to a chair, only instead he fell over it, causing Sherlock to laugh hysterically for a very long time. Once John was finally in the chair, he began again. "What happened?"

"A long story and it's not worth talking about."

"She went to see her ex-husband," Sherlock stated, slouching on the floor, wrapping himself up in the coat. "I never re-realised how cold alcohol makes you feel. I never picked that up in my exp-er- exper-ments. Erm... Anyway, I take it it didn't go to plan?"

Amy scowled. Even when he was drunk he could still read her. "If you must know, he's moved on."

"That usually happens after a divorce."

"He's right," John defended. "You divorced him, what did you expect?"

Her hands found her hips. "I really don't like the fact that you're making me sound like a bad person. I didn't divorce him because- do you know what, it doesn't matter. I'll just get that booze so we can all get wankered together and so I don't have to listen to you gossip about my personal life."

"We're just saying, why are you so upset if it was your decision to-" Amy was gone by the time John could finish his sentence.

((A/N: More Amy and Rory, I know. I hate doing this to you guys. I promise it will be less angst-y as the fic goes on. But I know people who have gone through divorces and it takes a long time to get over one, especially one like Amy and Rory's. She will always love him, and despite it being her decision to go through with it, she probably feels quite bad about it and she will probably love Rory forever. I wanted to be able to move things on in their relationship in a way that allows me to progress further with Amy's development, and getting over Rory, and for other things to begin. Also, I mentioned in another chapter that she would go a visit him, so I wanted to address that. Anyway, onward!))