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~8~

The Beast Below: Between

The Doctor and Angel made their way down the maintenance ladder, Angel going first not only because of her dress, but due to the fact that she wasn't quite as coordinated as she had once been and she didn't want to fall on him. It had hurt quite a bit to hear him laugh and nod and go along with it instead of saying something sweet like...it wouldn't matter if she fell, he'd always catch her. But he'd just turned around and opened a hatch for her to start climbing down so she'd had little time to think on that. And it seemed she'd been right to go first, getting to the bottom she'd stumbled a little bit, losing her balance for a moment. As much as it pained her to think...she really would rather she stumble into nothing than to have stumbled into the Doctor. She...she couldn't imagine what it would be like to be in his arms for even a moment and have it not be in some sort of loving embrace.

And so, while the Doctor quickly moved to place his hands on the wall, leaning in to listen to it, Angel stood with her arms crossed, looking around with a frown.

"Can't be," he muttered, pulling her attention to him, not that it ever really strayed far from him in the first place. He soniced the wall, getting a reading as Angel turned and looked behind them, swearing she heard the crying noise again, before he noticed a glass of water on the floor. He moved to lay down to stare at it.

"The impossible truth in a glass of water," a woman in a red cloak and white mask spoke quietly, stepping forwards out of the shadows as Angel spun around to face her, a bit startled, not many people could sneak up on her, though she had to admit she was quite a bit distracted at the moment, most certainly not on top of her game, "Not many people see it," the Doctor got up, "But you do, don't you, Doctor? And you as well Angel?"

"You know us?" the Doctor eyed her, taking a step forward, Angel eyeing him closely as he seemed to almost move a bit in front of her, as though protecting her, something so similar to what the last him had done but...again, she saw it in his mind, he just wanted a closer look at their mystery speaker.

"Keep your voice down! They're everywhere. Tell me what you see in the glass."

"Who says we see anything?"

"Don't waste time. At the marketplace, you placed a glass of water on the floor, looked at it, then came straight here to the engine room. Why?"

"No engine vibration on deck. Ship this size, engine this big, you'd feel it. The water would move. So...I thought I'd take a look," he opened a power box on the wall, to reveal wires just hanging there, "It doesn't make sense. These power couplings, they're not connected. Look. Look, they're dummies, see?" he crossed the hall and rapped on the wall, "And behind this wall, nothing. It's hollow. If I didn't know better, I'd say there was..."

"No engine at all."

"But it's working. This ship is travelling though space. I saw it."

"The impossible truth, Doctor. We're travelling among the stars in a spaceship that could never fly."

"How?"

Angel looked down a sad frown on her face, feeling her hearts tug as she definitely heard the crying noise now. She closed her eyes, couldn't they hear it? Couldn't anyone hear the screams of agony? How could they not feel the pain? The closer she and the Doctor got to the bottom of the ship the stronger it felt, like...it was so strong she HAD to feel it. But why couldn't anyone else? How could they not know? How could they not hear it?!

It was heartsbreaking.

"I don't know," the woman sighed, "There's a darkness at the heart of this nation that needs to be cast into the light. It threatens every one of us. Help us, Doctor. You and Angel are our only hope."

"Who are you?"

"I am Liz 10."

Suddenly Angel gasped, looking up, her eyes snapping open as another flash of something raced through her, "Amy!" and took off down the hall.

The Doctor hesitated to follow, casting one more look at the woman before rushing after her.

~8~

Amy woke up to find herself sitting in a chair, locked in a little room. There were no windows, one door, probably locked if she'd been just left there, with a light hanging from above her. To her left was one of the figures in a booth with four monitors in front of her, stacked two on two and fashioned very much like retro televisions. She winced sitting up more, rubbing her head and grimacing, tasting the horrible smell of the gas that had been used on her in her mouth. Urg.

"Welcome to voting cubicle 330C," a computerized voice said, startling her as the monitors flashed on to static, "Please leave this installation as you would wish to find it," she stood up and looked around, trying to see if there might be any way for her to get out of there besides the door, "The United Kingdom recognizes the right to know of all its citizens," and then she noticed there were three large buttons on the edge of the table in front of her where the monitors were set up, 'Protest,' 'Record,' and 'Forget,' "A presentation concerning the history of Starship UK will begin shortly. Your identity is being verified on our electoral roll," she sat down with a huff, maybe if she voted or whatever she'd be allowed to leave after, "'Name, Amelia Jessica Pond. Age, 1,306."

Amy gasped, "Shut up!" she laughed, oh that was weird.

"Marital status..." she straightened up, serious now, even...curious, "Unknown."

She sighed and flopped back into the chair, well that was a load of help. She rubbed her head, honestly not sure which status she would have preferred. If she was married well...she assumed that it meant the Doctor had dropped her off back home and...left her. And that was bad. She didn't want to go home, she didn't, not now, not after having spent so many years dreaming about this moment, this chance to travel with him. If it was single...then...she started to smile, then it meant she was still with the Doctor, she might have never had to go home again. Maybe it meant she spent the rest of her life with the Doctor, maybe...maybe it meant, after spending so long with him, that they were...

She blushed, her thoughts getting away from her. Single could have just as easily meant that she just...hadn't gotten married. But...then again...married could also mean...well...the Doctor. She smiled again, she and her best friend Mels had had so many talks about him, both of them claiming they'd marry him in the future. Well, SHE claimed dibs though, SHE knew the Doctor first, so there.

She looked back over as the four screens started up again, this time with an image instead of static and a voice. An older man appeared, presenting information, "You are here because you want to know the truth about this starship, and I am talking to you because you're entitled to know. When this presentation has finished, you will have a choice. You may either protest...or forget. If you choose to protest, understand this. If just 1 percent of the population of this ship do likewise, the program will be discontinued, with consequences for you all. If you choose to accept the situation, and we hope that you will, then press the 'forget' button. All the information I am about to give you will be erased from your memory. You will continue to enjoy the safety and amenities of Starship UK, unburdened by the knowledge of what has been done to save you. Here, then, is the truth about Starship UK, and the price that has been paid for the safety of the British people. May God have mercy on our souls."

Images flashed across the screens, reflected in Amy's eyes as the devastating truth was shown to her...

She gasped, reaching quickly and hitting 'Forget.'

Amy blinked, wiping a tear from her eye, confused as to why she was crying, why did she feel upset, there was nothing to be upset about. Well, yeah, she'd gotten attacked and knocked out, but that wasn't so bad. She hadn't been killed or chained up or tortured or anything...but then a video message started on the screens...of herself.

"This isn't a trick," the recording said, her crying, clearly very very upset and disturbed by something, "You've got to find the Doctor and get him and Angel back to the TARDIS. Don't let him investigate. Stop him. Do whatever you have to. Just please, please get the Doctor off this ship!"

The door to the room slid opened and she gasped, turning to see Mandy standing there. The message started to replay just as the Doctor stepped in the doorway, Angel behind him, having led the man right to Amy's voting booth, his sonic out, clearly having been the one to get the door opened.

"Amy?" Angel asked as she watched the ginger woman shut off the message, "What happened?" she walked in and right to Amy, hugging her, seeing the tears in her eyes.

She knew what it was like to be upset, to be hurt or afraid and have no one to comfort you. No matter what, she would not see the Doctor's companion like that. She hugged Amy tightly, feeling the ginger girl shaking as she clung to her, alarmed.

The Doctor, despite knowing he should get in there and see what had happened, couldn't help but smile at the moment, shaking his head fondly at Angel, the girl was more a miracle than her name portrayed her to be, his miracle.

He blinked, straightening a moment at the thought, frowning, bewildered as to where it had come from. Angel wasn't his, well, she was his friend, yeah, the last of his people besides him. So, in a way, he supposed it was a miracle she'd survived, that she was there. Yes, that had been what he'd been thinking. Just that. Yes.

~8~

The Doctor stood on the chair, using the sonic on the lamp hanging above it, right over where Amy's head would have been, "Yeah, your basic memory wipe job. Must have erased about 20 minutes," he hopped off it.

"But why would I choose to forget?" Amy shook her head, not liking that. What could possibly have been so terrible that she'd rather forget it than properly warn the Doctor?

"'Cos everyone does," Mandy shrugged, standing in the doorway, hesitant to enter, knowing it was against the rules to be in the booth if you weren't old enough, "Everyone chooses the 'forget' button."

"Did you?" the Doctor looked at her.

"She's 12," Angel called, standing before the booth with the smiling figure in it, before looking over at him.

"I'm not eligible to vote yet," Mandy agreed, "Any time after you're 16, you're allowed to the see the film and make your choice. And then, once every five years..."

"And once every five years, everyone chooses to forget what they've learned," the Doctor muttered, "Democracy in action," he walked over to the monitors as Angel moved closer to them.

"How do you not know about this? Are you Scottish too?"

"Oh, Angel and I are way worse than Scottish," he handed Angel the sonic to hold so he had his hands free to try and jiggle some wires behind the monitors, "We can't even see the movie. Won't play for us."

"It played for me," Amy frowned.

"The computer knows we're not human," Angel remarked, eyeing the sonic a moment, her gaze drifting up to the lamp the Doctor had just been examining and then over to the Doctor. She flashed the sonic, making it look like she was trying to help, trying to pick up something, but stopped when she glanced at the readings, sighing, no sign of any sort of memory wipe job in him. Whatever had happened...it wasn't some sort of wave or memory technology that had done it. She rubbed her head, but what?

Well, she supposed that had been a stretch. The TARDIS would NOT have done that to the Doctor. He hadn't even had the Chameleon Arch helmet on his head, not that he could...the regeneration energy would fry the circuits. It could have explained it, if he were human, that the memories were locked away but...that wasn't it.

"How?" Angel looked at her, "You look human."

"No, you look Time Lord," the Doctor said, "We came first."

"So there are other Time Lords, yeah?" Amy grinned, walking over to where the Doctor was now inspecting the fronts of the monitors.

Angel glanced back over to the booth, staring at the smiling figure inside with a frown, unable to help but feel like there was something more to them.

"No. There were, but there aren't...just us now. Long story. There was a bad day. Bad stuff happened, and you know what? I'd love to forget it all, every last bit of it, but I don't."

Angel closed her eyes, holding back the tears because part of that wasn't true, it had already happened, well rule one in action she supposed, even when he wasn't aware of it.

"Not ever. 'Cos this is what I do, every time, every day, every second. This. Hold tight. We're bringing down the government!" he slammed his hand onto the 'Protest' button and the door slid shut, cutting them off from Mandy outside.

The figure in the booth turned to show its very angry face, Angel backing up, following the Doctor and Amy to the corner of the room as the floor slid open.

"Say, 'Wheee!'" the Doctor cheered.

"Ahh!" Amy screamed and they fell down the tube below them.

~8~

Outside the room, Mandy gasped as a figure in a red cloak and white mask appeared behind her, "It's alright, love," the woman chuckled a bit before removing her mask, "It's only me."

Mandy stared up at her in awe.

~8~

The Doctor, Angel, and Amy fell out of the chute with a scream, into what looked like a flood of rubbish and some sticky, foul-smelling liquid. The Doctor jumped to his feet, using the sonic to try and see where they were and what happened, "High-speed air cannon. Lousy way to travel."

"Where are we?" Amy struggled to get up.

Angel covered her nose, the stench, oh God she thought she was going to be ill...it was disgusting, it was choking her, she was literally gagging on it.

"600 feet down, 20 miles laterally, puts us at the heart of the ship. I'd say..."

"Lancashire," Angel managed to get out, trying to cover her mouth with her arm, her eyes were starting to tear at the smell, her stomach twisting painfully. She loved Lancashire the last time she and the Doctor had been there, oh the people there were lovely, very...sassy. They made her smile. The Doctor had even taken her for some scones and tea in the Lake District on one of their travels after she'd regenerated into her current self.

"What's this, then, a cave?" the Doctor spun around, "Can't be a cave. Looks like a cave."

"It's not a cave," Angel said, her gaze landing on something as she stood, though the Doctor didn't see as he was still spinning around, sonicing the walls.

"It's a rubbish dump, and it's minging!" Amy stood, throwing off a piece of rubbish, Angel grimacing as it splashed, kicking up more of that awful stench! Honestly, how were the Doctor and Amy standing it! It was terrible! Oh that poor creature...

"Yes, but only food refuse," the Doctor actually sniffed it, making Angel turn a bit green, she was actually starting to feel really sick now, really light-headed at the smell, "Organic, coming through feeder tubes from all over the ship."

Amy fell back down to her knees as the floor moved and began to feel it, "The floor's all squidgy, like a water bed."

"But feeding what, though?"

"It's sort of rubbery, feel it. Wet and slimy."

"Doctor..." Angel stared down the 'tunnel' hearing in her mind a moaning noise, the pained sound she'd been hearing since stepping off the TARDIS, moments before it sounded out loud, sounding even worse.

The Doctor looked over at the distant noise and stood, his eyes widening as he realized where they were, "Er...it's not a floor, it's a..." slipping the sonic back into his pocket, "So..."

Amy pushed herself up, "It's a what?"

"The next word is kind of the scary word. Take a moment. Get yourself in a calm place," he took her hands, Angel trying her best not to let the flash of pain she'd felt at seeing him take Amy's hands over her own show, "Go 'omm.'"

"Omm."

"It's a tongue."

"A tongue?"

"A tongue!" he said excitedly, "A great big tongue."

"This is a mouth? This whole place is a mouth? We're in a mouth?!"

"Yes, yes, yes, but on the plus side, roomy."

"How do we get out?"

The Doctor whipped out the sonic again, "How big is this beastie? It's gorgeous! Blimey! If this is just the mouth, I'd love to see the stomach," there was a grunting, "Though not right now!"

"Doctor, how do we get out?"

"Ok, it's being fed through surgically implanted feeder tubes, so the normal entrance is..."

"Shut," Angel called. The Doctor spun around to see she had turned around and was staring at a large set of sharp teeth closed before them.

"We can try, though," Amy took a step.

"No!" Angel spun around and reached for her arm, "Stop, don't move!"

"Too late," the Doctor shouted as the mouth began to shake, "It's started."

"What has?" Amy stumbled.

"Swallow reflex."

They slipped and fell back in to the refuse, Angel trying her very best to help Amy balance while not breathing at all, either through her mouth or nose as the smell got worse, the Doctor frantically sonicing the mouth walls.

"What are you doing?" Amy called.

"I'm vibrating the chemo-receptors."

"Chemo-what?"

"The eject button."

"How does a mouth have an eject button?"

"Think about it!"

The creature growled and they managed to get to their feet...only to see a wave of bile, much like Angel felt rising inside herself, coming towards them.

"Right, then," he tweaked his bowtie, "This isn't going to be big on dignity. Geronimo!"

Amy yelled and there was a great grunt and a splash.

~8~

Amy woke up slowly, blinking blearily to see Angel was sitting beside her, watching over her as the Doctor tried to sonic a door at the end of the dimly lit room they were now in.

"You didn't break anything," Angel reassured her as she helped the ginger girl sit up, already knowing what the questions she had would be, "You don't have a concussion but yeah, you're covered in sick, sorry."

"Where are we?" Amy asked.

"The Doctor said it was an overspill pipe," she shrugged.

"Oh, God, it stinks," Amy winced as Angel helped her stand.

"That's not the pipe," Angel told her apologetically, having already tried to wring out her dress as much as possible, not having wanted the stench to linger...but it still did. It was starting to give her a headache and upset her stomach.

"Oh," Amy smelled herself, agreeing with Angel's thoughts on the stench, it really was disgusting, she felt like she was going to be ill...which would likely NOT help the already lingering smell, "Whoo! Can we get out?"

"One door, one door switch, one condition," the Doctor called, moving to the side to show them the 'Forget' button on the door, "We forget everything we saw. Look familiar? That's the carrot," the lights came on to reveal two booths behind them, both with figures in them, smiling at them, "Oh, here's the stick. There's a creature living in the heart of this ship. What's it doing there?" he walked over to the figures as they spun their faces to frown, "No, that's not going to work on me, so come on. Big old beast below decks, and everyone who protests gets shoved down its throat. That how it works?" the faces spun to very angry, "Oh, stop it. I'm not leaving and I'm not forgetting and what are you fellows going to do about it? Stick out your tongues?"

The booths opened and two of the figures actually stepped out and walked towards them, forcing them back.

"Always robots," Angel murmured, though quite a bit afraid, she really, really did NOT have the best experiences with them.

"Doctor?" Amy gasped.

"Duck!" Angel shouted suddenly with a gasp, pulling the Doctor and Amy down as Liz 10 appeared through the door, without the mask, and shot the figures. She spun her pistol on her finger before placing it back in a holster on her leg.

"Look who it is," the Doctor laughed, "You look a lot better without your mask."

"You must be Amy," Liz smiled as the trio stood, "Liz. Liz 10."

"Hi," Amy smiled.

She shook Amy's hand, "Eurgh!" and wiped it off on her cloak, "Lovely hair, Amy. Shame about the sick," and with that, she turned and headed for the door, "You know Mandy, yeah?" she put her arm around Mandy's shoulder as the girl stepped up, "She's very brave."

"Yes she is," Angel smiled at her, no matter what was going on in her life, children would always have a soft spot in it, "Well done Mandy."

Mandy beamed at that.

"How did you find us?" the Doctor wondered.

"Stuck my gizmo on you before you ran off," Liz tossed him a device she'd used to track him, "Been listening in. Nice moves on the hurl escape. So, what's the big fella doing here?"

"You're over 16, you've voted. Whatever this is, you've chosen to forget about it."

"No," Angel shook her head, looking at Liz with a small smile, "She's never voted."

"Not technically a British subject," Liz grinned, "And you are most certainly the Angel."

"Then who and what are you, and how do you know us?" the Doctor asked, tensing a bit, feeling...a flash of protectiveness race through him. The woman was clearly aware of Angel's gifts and if she knew...how did she know and what did that mean? What were her plans for Angel? He would not let her hurt the last Time Lady...

"You're a bit hard to miss, love," she smirked, "Mysterious stranger, MO consistent with higher alien intelligence, hair of an idiot..." the Doctor pointed, about to retort to that, before he just ran his hand through his hair instead, "And the Angel, the gifted psychic, usually pulling you out of trouble," she laughed a bit, "The Doctor and his beloved Mate."

"No," the Doctor shook his head, "No, no, we're not Mates. I mean, we are mates but not MATES, we're friends."

Angel closed her eyes tightly at that, trying to stop the pain that flashed through her. She should have expected this, she really should have. He'd said it himself, vaguely to her in the TARDIS, when she'd mentioned they were Mates and he'd thought she meant friends. Here the implication of Liz 10 was more clear, Mate as in...MATE. And to hear the Doctor deny it so instantly and insistently...

God it would never stop hurting would it?

She should have known he'd say it too. She'd seen it, in his head, exactly what he'd forgotten since, clearly, he did know her. He knew her name, he knew she was a Time Lady, he knew of her abilities, he remembered other things like how he didn't lie to her and so on...but...things were missing. Moments were missing, so many small and probably insignificant moments that just...were everything to her. She'd seen it in his mind in the TARDIS when they'd taken Amy aboard, she'd looked and what she'd seen...what she hadn't seen...devastated her.

It was like every single moment between the two of them was gone. Every moment that wasn't platonic in nature, which was quite a few of them, was just...missing. Every thought he'd had about her, every look he'd given her, every sweet moment, gone. Even moments from before they'd started Mating, which had surprised her, she truly hadn't thought his feelings for her had begun that early, truly almost the moment they met. Any time his old old self had even had a hint of affection towards her that had a chance of being something more had disappeared. Every kiss, every touch, every look, every word...vanished.

And the worst thing was that...he remembered events, just...without her being a large part of it. It was like his mind had already begun the process of compensating for the gaps, filling them by working the memories around them. Like...he remembered that he'd punched the window of Magpie's shop to break in, because he remembered her face had been taken, but he didn't remember the emotion and the drive and the instinct behind it. To him, he just hadn't thought to use the sonic and broken in or convinced himself that he was just in a rush to save the rest of the people from Magpie's plot. There were discussions they had, moments when she had been dying that just...didn't exist any longer in his mind.

And he didn't even realize.

There were entire gaps, not just little things here and there, but whole memories that weren't to be found and he just...didn't notice.

She didn't understand how he didn't notice. How could he look back at the past and not realize there were large chunks missing? But, she supposed, that was so him, wasn't it?

The Doctor was famous for never looking back.

Amy glanced over at Angel, who was looking down as though fighting herself not to react or something, and frowned. She could swear she saw tears in the girl's eyes a moment but then she blinked and they were gone.

Liz, though, looked confused by the Doctor's statement, "But in the stories…"

"Stories?" the Doctor grinned, "What stories? There are stories?"

"I've been brought up on the stories. My whole family was."

"Your family?"

One of the figures jerked, "They're repairing. Doesn't take them long. Let's move," she turned and headed out of the overspill room, the group following her through a corridor, her explaining what she could as they strode away, "The Doctor. Old drinking buddy of Henry XII. And the Angel. Tea and scones with Liz II. Vicky was a bit on the fence about the both of you though, wasn't she? Knighted and exiled you on the same day. And so much for Good Queen Bess once you started talking 'sorcery' around her Doctor!"

"Liz 10?" the Doctor frowned, realizing.

"Liz 10," Angel smiled, pleased she'd worked it out on her own, even a bit before the Doctor had, at least she still had that going for her, at least she was still a bit smarter than her previous selves, at least she could work that out even if she couldn't work out what had happened to the Doctor, "Elizabeth X."

"Down!" Liz shouted as Angel pulled Amy and the Doctor down once more, turning and firing both pistols at three figures that had snuck up behind them, "I'm the bloody Queen, mate. Basically, I rule," she put her guns away and turned, leading them through another corridor where the base of a closed off lift shaft was open, "There's a high-speed Vator through there."

Angel stopped though and looked at the closed off area, where two tentacle-like things were bashing themselves against the bars, staring at them as they seemed to writhe...

...a pink lump sat in the middle of a whole, a beam of electricity firing down at it every so often...

'...and this place down here is where you hurt it, where you torture it, day after day, just to keep it moving...'

...the Doctor lifted the sonic and allowed them to hear the creature's agonized and heart wrenching screams...

'...and then it came, like a miracle. The last of the Star Whales...'

Angel closed her eyes a moment, shaking her head in sorrow before she opened them and just...stared at the creature, reaching out for anyone to hear it, to stop the pain, to save it...

"Oh, yeah," Liz glanced over, "There's these things. Any ideas?"

"Doctor, I saw one of these up top," Amy said as they all stopped to look, "There was a hole in the road, like it had burst through, like a root."

"Exactly like a root," the Doctor nodded, "It's all one creature, the same one we were inside, reaching out. It must be growing through the mechanisms of the entire ship."

"What?" Liz shook her head, "Like an infestation?"

"Someone's helping it. Feeding it."

"Feeding my subjects to it. Come on. We've got to keep moving," she stalked off in a rage, Mandy jogging after her.

Angel reached out, through the bars, despite the tentacle things slamming around, "Shh," she soothed, holding up her hand. Amy's eyes widened in surprise as a tentacle slowed in its smacking, as though calming, before tentatively touching the Time Lady's hand.

"Angel?" Amy asked, eyeing her as the woman's eyes filled with tears.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she breathed to the creature, before pulling her hand away, unable to bear feeling it tensing and twitching beneath her touch, her voice breaking, before walking off after Liz, the Doctor watching her go with concern.

"Is she ok?" Amy looked at the Doctor, worried.

He sighed, "Angel is...sensitive," he remarked, his hearts tugging at the thought of her being upset. He didn't like it, he really didn't, he'd seen the tears in her eyes and it broke his hearts, "It's not just being psychic or intuitive she's just...kind," he looked at Amy, "She doesn't like seeing anyone or anything in pain. We should never have come here."

Amy glanced over at the tentacles as the Doctor moved to join Liz and the others, watching as they resumed slamming, frowning as she saw them stiffen a moment before flailing. She could see it now, the pain in the movements. No wonder Angel was so upset, it was a terrible thing to realize.

~8~

The gray-haired man watched the group on his monitor as they headed for Liz's quarters to clean themselves, "Winder division one," he called into a microphone, "Ten has penetrated to the lower levels. Initiate the protocol. God save the Queen."

A/N: And now we know :( I did mention it was a very specific amnesia. Everything he's ever thought/felt/noticed/said/done for Angel in a romantic/loving way is just...gone. He has no idea he loved her in the past, he knows who she is, but not who she is to him. It semi-explains his confusion when those random desires and pains him him, doesn't it? And now we know something of why he forgot the Mating if he forgot all that too. I wanted to show how erasing key moments can affect the personality. Like...if you fought with your best friend and they wake you up in the middle of the night apologizing, but when you wake up in the morning you don't remember it (being half asleep) or thought it was a dream and treat them coldy. They have no idea why you're doing it.

At least we saw here Angel trying to work it out what's wrong with him. That'll happen in quite a few episodes until...well...let me just say Rory's departure makes for an utterly devastated Angel who does something that well...I can't even say it. We'll have to see what she does when he 'leaves' :'( I can say that last scene of Cold Blood tore my heart out to do...

But we've got our first Angel-theory on what happened. Unfortunately she was wrong :( Her next theory might be closer to what some of you have suspected, we'll have to see what it is :)

O.M.G. I don't think this has ever happened where we got a sneak peek THIS early! Wow! Oh you guys rock so much! :) With the sadness of this story, I tried to pick a little something that might possibly give you a tiny bit of hope :)

~8~

River looked at her watch, "Triple-seven, five slash, three, four, nine by ten."

The Doctor and Amy exchanged a look as Angel sighed and started to set the controls, "Angel?" the Doctor watched her, "Um, any particular reason you're helping her?

"Zero, twelve, slash, acorn…"

"It's just…she didn't seem to like you much last time we met."

"Oh, and I could do with an air corridor."

"I know," Angel admitted, swallowing hard, "But she saved us, it's the least we can do."

"What was that, what did she say?" Amy asked, watching as the Doctor begrudgingly went to type the instruction for an air corridor into the keypad.

"Coordinates."

~8~

Hmm...the Doctor remembers that then. Seems irritated and unwilling to help River...hmm...I can say River will say something to Angel at the end of this 2-parter that MIGHT give you some more hope ;) I was so torn between this one and a Rory peek, but I sort of think I'd like the next peek to be Rory, just because then we'll be closer to getting him and you won't have to agonize over when we'll see that peek play out :)

Some notes on reviews...

I feel bad for him too and I think Angel does as well. We'll actually see her have that talk with the TARDIS at some point during Victory of the Daleks :) I won't say for sure if the Doctor had anything to do with his amnesia, I can say though that Angel will have a theory on it ;) I can say we'll also find out why he forgot at some point too :) As for whether or not he'll fall back in love with her...well...angst and exactly what he forgot might be a warning (just a warning, not an actual promise :)). I can say I have a twist for Flesh and Stone about the future Doctor, as for whether that version of him will remember, we'll have to see }:) We'll definitely find out soon (lol, a little more than a week) about al that :)

Lol, with time travel it could take a billion years for him and it be about five minutes for us, not saying though :)

Oh I hated that about the show (probably one of the few things I hated) how they just ignored the past companions and all that history. That will SO not be happening here. I can say Jack will play a bigger role in this particular Series, but after this we'll be seeing quite a bit of the old companions popping up :) I can say we'll be hearing about Mickey Smith quite a bit with Rory :)

That's great you got your friend's older sister into DW! That's an awesome way to do it! I almost got my sister to watch the Shakespeare Code when she had to write a paper on him, but alas, did not happen :( But that's awesome she watched the show and liked it :) That episode wasn't my favorite to watch, but steadily became one of my favorites to write :)

Oh the Dream Lord will definitely know more about the Doctor than he knows about himself ;)

I don't want Angel to be sad either, so it kills me to write her like this. But we get Rory very soon! And Rory just makes everyone happy :)

Jack will show up, in this series, before the Doctor remembers (if he ever remembers). As we'll have the Torchwood crossover to look forward to. As for how he'll react...well, I have a twist about those episodes and I can say it'll depend on whether Angel tells him what happened or not :)

Rory will at quite a few points be rather cross with the Doctor :) (love Rory!) I have to say though, when he first finds out about it all, he's more shocked and stunned than angry, but when it settles in, he becomes uber-protective of Angel :) I seriously LOVE their relationship :)

That would definitely stink for the Doctor if Angel regenerated at the moment he remembers, but that's if he remembers and who she'd regenerate into. I can say that there will be something Angel does when Rory is lost that might seriously impact the future of the story :) Yup, Time Lady 4 will be coming in during the Sontaran episodes :) And there'll be an explanation for the Year-That-Never-Was and her :) I have a few names/titles thought up, I'm just trying to decide between them :)

Lol, I'm glad you like the stories so much! All I can say is that if he remembers, fluff-withdrawal always leads to me giving you fluff overdoses afterwards. But that's if he remembers :) The Doctor will be noticing more and more, not just about Angel (saw a hint of it here with her comforting Amy) but also of his own perception on things/his life :)

Oh Angel will have the BEST relationship with Rory. She'll call him something in the Big Bang that truly summarizes their relationship to a T :)

Both Powerful and Powerfully Sad, it'll be full of quite a lot of things :)

Oh we'll SO be seeing a jealous/confused Doctor especially with Rory and Vincent ;)