The Hungry Earth: Rio?

There was a small village nestled in a small valley in small portion of South Wales...with a very large drill dominating the landscape, easily able to be seen from quite the distance. A middle-aged man sat in front of a row of quaint houses reading a book with his son, well, more like to his son, "'But who is this creature with terrible claws," he read while his wife walked towards them with a smile, watching the two of them, "Terrible teeth in his terrible jaws?' Go on," he nudged his boy, "Your bit...he...he has...go on!"

"I can't do it, dad," the boy sighed, knowing his father was just trying to help him, but dyslexia made it so difficult to read what was in front of him. And when he got frustrated it made it hard for him to focus, listening to things came much easier and he remembered more so he motioned to the headphones around his neck, "I can listen to books, anyway."

"I know it doesn't come easy, son, but you've got to keep at it, alright? You're not on your own with this," it always made him feel so down and...useless, to see his son struggling to read, to know there was nothing he could do to make it better other than try to help encourage him. Parents were supposed to make things better, especially fathers, but this was something he knew only his son would be able to face and work on.

"Mo, you'll be late for your shift," his wife cut in gently, handing him a packaged meal to take with him.

"Oh, you're right!" he checked his watch and quickly stood, putting the meal in his pack and looking down at his son, "Sorry, El, got to go. Now, who loves you more than me?"

His son smiled, "No one. "

"Stop saying that!" his wife cried jokingly.

Mo just laughed and kissed his son on the head before giving his wife a peck, waving at them as he headed over to his bike. He got on and rode it through the little valley, towards the drill. He made it there in record time, passing a line of workers in safety vests, and walking over to two other people who were watching the screens of the progress the drill was making, one was an older Indian woman, the other an older man.

"Approaching stage four," another man reported to them, "Target drilling depth. Stage four target drill depth scheduled in five, four, three, two, one. Stage four target drill depth achieved. Drill depth now 21 kilometers."

The two hugged in celebration, "Hi!" the woman called into a phone, speaking to her backers, knowing they would want to know whenever a new stage was reached, "Nasreen here, just to let you know we have just hit our new target!"

"21 kilometers, folks!" the old man announced into the intercom for all the workers, wanting them to feel proud of themselves, "Further than anyone's ever drilled into the Earth," the workers congratulated each other at the words, "Thanks for your amazing work. Have a great weekend! Onwards and downwards!" he hung up the comm..

"How much further do you think we can we go, Mack?" Nasreen asked him.

"Into the unknown! Exciting, isn't it?"

She nodded, "Yeah."

They hugged again as Mo laughed and walked over to them, "Aye, aye! Stop that! The real worker's here now!"

"Evening, Mo!" Mack greeted.

"21k?" he hugged him, knowing how much this progress meant to the both of them, "You wanted to grab all the glory before I come on shift!" and then hugged Nasreen, "Right, off you go, get out, my gaff for the night."

The odd couple laughed and left him to his work.

~8~

Mo sat in front of the monitors, mostly just waiting. That was his job, guard, make sure the drill ran for the night, make sure no one snuck in and tried to sabotage it, make sure things just ran smoothly and on autopilot. He smiled, pulling out his meal, reading the book he'd been reading with his son that he'd forgotten to give back, "Brilliant."

And then everything began to shake and vibrate.

He looked at the screen, alarmed, especially when the drill seemed to stutter. But just as quickly as it started, the shaking stopped, though the security cameras went down one by one.

Mo sighed and moved out to investigate, leaving his meal by the monitors, using his torch as the electricity over head flickered. He paused with a frown when he spotted a hole in the storeroom floor that had steam rising from it, "That is mad," he breathed, reaching out with his hand to it but stopped when he accidently dropped the torch...and it fell right through the dirt.

He dug for it, when something pulled at his arm from beneath the dirt. He struggled, yanking himself free and crawling away with a gasp, only to be pulled back towards the hole by his legs until he was sucked down into the dirt with a scream...

~8~

Angel laughed at a story Amy was telling them all about how she had first realized Rory liked her, how she'd thought he was gay till her best friend Mels had pointed it out. They were all sitting in the kitchen of the TARDIS, the Doctor insistent on making them all breakfast for some reason. And, after his third attempt at flipping a pancake ended up on the ceiling, Amy had taken to entertaining them all with stories to pass the time and take their minds off their hunger till the Doctor managed to actually make something else that was edible. Rory seemed to be enjoying the story, which, to be honest, surprised Amy just a little, thinking he'd be embarrassed about it. But there he was shaking his head and interjecting random facts that she had skipped over in her own embarrassment. She was pretty sure that it had something to do with Angel's laughter. She noticed, at first, that Rory was flushing with the expected embarrassment, but when Angel had started to smile and laugh and patted his arm, he'd started to really get into the story as well. It was like he was happy that his story was making Angel smile and laugh...which, to be honest, she had a sneaking suspicion might have been why the Doctor had nearly burned down the kitchen during his attempt at making bacon.

The Doctor kept glancing over at them with this...frown on his face, directed mostly at Rory. It had actually been there since Rory had wandered in with Angel. She'd found the girl in the console room, having what looked like a one-sided conversation with the TARDIS and asked her if she would like some breakfast. She was in a cooking mood that morning and had offered to make it for the four of them herself. Angel had smiled and nodded, asking if she knew how to make pudding. Which had confused her and, as she'd mentioned to Angel, said that pudding wasn't a breakfast food. To which Angel had merely said that she knew, but she wanted to add it to a slice of toast with cucumber slices on it, like jam, and make a small sandwich. She'd nearly blanched at that, but recalled how odd Time Lord tastes seemed to be and brushed it off as that, fish fingers and custard after all.

They'd run into the Doctor and, upon finding out that breakfast was looming and that Angel was going to help, he'd determined HE should make it.

Angel had just shaken her head, apparently he still remembered how terrible a cook she had been in her last bodies. She honestly wasn't sure if she might be a better cook this time, but she supposed she'd have to wait and see during the next meal. She'd offered to go and get Rory, have him join them, and that was when the frowny face had appeared. Amy had noticed, ever since then, he kept shooting these little looks at Rory, like he was cross with the man, he'd actually been like that the last few adventures really, been a bit short with Rory, though none of them knew why. So that was another reason to tell the stories, to try and cheer Rory, who had noticed the Doctor's temperament towards him, up.

Angel's grin though faded a bit when the smell of the cheese adding to the omelet the Doctor was making reached her. One hand went to her stomach while the other rested on her mouth for a moment, "Excuse me," she said quickly, getting up and dashing out of the room. The TARDIS brought up the nearest bathroom as soon as she ran around a corner that also shifted before her and she dashed in, heading straight for the toilet and emptying her stomach.

She had been so close to avoiding this. The last few mornings her upset stomach had gotten worse to the point where she almost would call it morning sickness. She hadn't quite thrown up yet till now, but she could tell, whether it was being psychic or her intuition, that this would be the start of many such mornings. She coughed a bit before wiping her mouth off and sitting back against the wall as the toilet flushed itself. She drew her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, her head resting on the wall as she just...breathed deep, not wanting to move for a few more moments till she was sure her stomach had settled more.

But then there was a gentle knock on the door, "Angel?" Rory called, "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine Rory," she said back, though her throat was a bit raw from the sudden and unexpected regurgitation.

"Can I come in? I am a nurse you know."

She laughed at that, "Yeah."

The door opened and Rory walked over to her, kneeling before her and checking on her. She looked fine, not pale or shaky or sick, but...that hadn't explained her sudden departure, "Come on," he helped her up, "The Doctor asked me to check on you."

She shook her head, she should have known that was it. Well, she knew Rory well enough to know that he would have come anyway to see if she was ok. But she should have known that the Doctor would send someone else, this new him had always been a little...distant with her. And, in a way, in a surprising way, she was...glad that he had, sent someone else that is. She didn't want him to see her being ill, even being distant, he'd still be worried and he'd ask all sorts of questions and things and right now she just...didn't want to have to deal with that, she could feel her emotions getting the best of her, like in the forest, even just thinking on if it had been the Doctor to come made her feel irritated that he would have asked questions and sad that he hadn't come and happy he wouldn't ask questions and hurt that he hadn't come and stung from what he'd said after the whole psychic pollen event. She was just a wreck so she was rather glad that it was Rory there, nice and calm and understanding Rory.

"Do you have a med-bay or anything?" he continued as they stepped into the hallway.

"Why?" she frowned, if a little nervously.

"The Doctor asked me to check on you. And I know he probably meant just see where you went, but I want to run some tests and make sure you're really ok."

"You don't have to Rory. It might just be...an alien stomach bug or something," not a complete lie, it could have been that, even though she knew it wasn't. She was just...she didn't know what she'd do if someone else found out. She...she wasn't sure she wanted anyone else to know. What would they do if they did know? How would they treat her? The Doctor was oblivious, this Doctor was more than a bit thick, much like he'd claimed the clockwork droids were, but even he would notice if someone kept staring at her stomach and trying to keep her back and wanting her to rest and commenting on her eating habits and things.

But...then again...he HAD looked at Amy, the 'size of a planet' Amy, and not noticed she was pregnant. She'd seen that in his dream. She felt like that might have been another subconscious reason he hadn't noticed any of the changes in her lately. Mating often, not always but often, led to conception. He didn't remember they were Mated, at least not his conscious mind, and so...no child. And if, deep deep deep down, he remembered, his mind was keeping him from seeing her pregnant, from realizing the chance of a child being created, no child meant no Mating. Or at least that was the impression she got.

And...the Dream Lord had actually given her another theory. The way the man had pushed for Amy to realize how much she loved Rory...the love she could now see in Amy's eyes as she realized it...it made her think of the last Doctor, how much he had claimed to love her. What if...what if he was just...possessive? What if the last him had just...wanted her all to himself, wanted her to be just with him? He had voiced a concern or two about that, about her walking away with another man, when they'd spoken with Wilf. Maybe...maybe he just hadn't wanted her to be with anyone else but him, just him, not even the next him?

She wasn't sure how true that was though. It was a nice thought, that he had loved her so much he just...didn't want her to be with anyone but HIM. But the more she was around the new him, the more she started to fear that this was the real him, that he only really saw her as a friend and it was just...an affect of the regeneration that had made the last him so attached to her and so eager to Mate with her. She couldn't imagine anyone forgetting someone the loved the way the Doctor had. Not if they truly loved them.

"Maybe," Rory shrugged, pulling her out of her thoughts once more, "But you've taken really good care of me and Amy, let me take care of you yeah?" he nudged her a bit with a small smile, "Besides it's not often I get to help my Pilot."

She laughed, how could she argue with that? "Alright."

They turned a corner to find a single door at the end of it which opened to reveal the med-bay. It was a small little room with an examination table and quite a number of scanners and cabinets all stocked with items. Rory blinked at the amount of medical tech around, quite a few alien products, and shook his head, "Just lay here," he told her, gesturing at the table, before looking around to try and find items he was familiar with.

Luckily though he found quite a few that he could recognize from Earth and got to work.

~8~

Angel was sitting on the examination chair while Rory looked at the results that had printed out of one of the scanners. He'd done a basic check of her temperature, hearts, a general examination, before taking a blood sample to check the different levels in it. She watched him carefully as he read the results, knowing exactly what else could be found in a blood test, when it happened.

His eyes widened and he looked at her, gaping, "Angel…you're pregnant."

"I know," she said, resting her hands on her stomach, just enough for him to see the infinitesimally small bump of her stomach having decided to forego wearing another belt, knowing how flowy her dress was hid all signs of it.

"Oh my God," he breathed, walking over to her and placing a hand over hers, just...staring at her, completely stunned. According to the scan she was about 9 months pregnant, though she didn't look it. But then again, the scan had said 9/36, which he interpreted to mean 9 of 36 months, so that would give Time Lords a gestation of about 3 years. So...in those terms, she looked a little more than 2 months pregnant.

"You can't tell anyone Rory," she told him softly, taking his hand resting on hers in both of them, squeezing his hand, looking at him pleadingly, "Patient confidentiality, that's a thing with doctors and nurses right? Please, I don't want anyone to know, not Amy, not the Doctor."

It would literally kill her for the Doctor to learn she was pregnant and ask 'who's the father?' as though he didn't know. Because he wouldn't know and she just...she was barely standing him being how he was now, had been feeling even worse before Rory joined them, but she knew she wouldn't be able to handle the Doctor's reaction to her pregnancy. Especially because of their biology.

"But…how?" Rory asked, shaking his head.

While the Doctor and him had been making their way under the Calvierri school, the Doctor had muttered away about the kiss Amy had given him, how he'd pushed her away, how it had felt wrong, but then...he'd added something that he'd just brushed off. About how a relationship between a human and Time Lord wouldn't have worked anyway, not that he had really wanted to hear that, then he might have thought that the Doctor had considered a relationship with Amy. Now he knew the man just tended to ramble about everything. But what the Doctor had said about just WHY a relationship of that sort wouldn't work HAD stuck with him.

It was because the DNA wasn't compatible to produce children.

Time Lords were one of the few species that had to keep within its own to procreate. Humans could go out there and match quite a few other species, even certain animals could cross that. But not Time Lords, they'd evolved to the point where only their own people were compatible to each other. A child could NOT be conceived between a Time Lord and a Human Being or a Time Lord and anyone else besides another Time Lord.

So how had Angel?

Because he knew that she'd travelled with the Doctor before Amy had met them, Amy and Angel had both told him as much. Angel had gone a bit further when she'd brought up the War, telling him that the other Time Lords were gone long before they'd met Amy. She had mentioned one other Time Lord but that had been ages ago, far too long ago for this stage in her pregnancy, and the last time they'd met a Time Lord it had only been for a short while to stop the man destroying the world. So, really, there wasn't any other Time Lord besides...

Oh.

Dear.

Lord.

"The Doctor's the father!?" he shouted.

"Shh!" Angel hissed, reaching forward and pressing a hand across his mouth, "Rory!"

He mumbled something against her hand before rolling his eyes and pulling her hand away, "But I thought the two of you weren't…" he shook his head, that really didn't matter, he'd had mates in University who hadn't been 'together' with a girl and still gotten them pregnant. Not that he thought the Doctor or Angel had randomly gotten that smashed as to do something like that, but that wasn't the point. It didn't matter how it happened, what did matter, to him at least, was, "Why don't you want him to know?!"

Angel looked at him sadly for a moment and he instantly felt bad for asking, perhaps the way it happened really was important.

"Rory," she began, squeezing his hand with the one still holding it, "What would you do if Amy ever forgot you?"

He frowned, "What do you mean?"

"If Amy ever forgot you. What would you do if she remembered who you were, but forgot that she loved you?"

He blinked, about an inch away from realization...

When there was a banging on the door.

"RORY!" Amy shouted through it, "Come on! The Doctor thinks he's finally got the course for Rio right!"

It hadn't even really been a debate, which trip to take next. Rory was well aware she wanted to visit Jack, introduce him and Amy to the man, just...see him again. And she had promised to see him soon. But Amy had been dying to go to Rio, it had been one of their potential honeymoon spots that they were thinking of going to. They'd chosen another place, but Rio had been the second option. HIS choice had ended up the first. As soon as Angel had heard that she had refrained from asking the Doctor if they might visit Jack next and insisted they go to Rio first. She had said soon, and with a time machine, soon could be after Rio but five minutes after Jack had gotten the call. Rory had been touched that Angel cared enough for Amy to agree to Rio first and Jack second, he knew how much that nightmare had shaken her up.

They had, admittedly, gotten a bit lost between the phone call and actually getting to Rio, quite a few trips really. But still, Angel refused to go see Jack till Amy got to Rio, and the Doctor agreed, if they didn't get it this time, she could pilot the next time.

"Coming!" he called to her, before he looked back at Angel, only to frown, seeing tears in her eyes, "Angel…what's wrong?"

He'd seen women at the hospital finding out they were pregnant, talking about their pregnancies, he saw tears on them quite a few times. But these tears...they weren't happy tears.

Angel was quiet for a moment, biting her lip, wanting to tell Rory what had happened exactly, why she was so upset about her last question but...there was actually something even more pressing on her mind, something that really, really got to her and something she really...needed someone for, "I'm scared," she breathed, her voice shaking.

"Of what?" he stepped closer to her side, putting a hand on her back, rubbing it, trying to calm her, seeing her getting so upset.

"My mum…she tried so hard to have a baby, but she had a lot trouble conceiving and…she lost them," she explained, "I was her last attempt, her miracle baby, it's why she called me her angel. She thought her luck might have changed after me and she tried for my sister…let's just say I had a few brothers and sisters between me and her," she shook her head, "They didn't make it. My sister, she didn't have trouble conceiving but…she lost three of them before she had my nephew," she blinked and the tears started to fall, "Pregnancies have never been easy in my family and I…I just…I don't want to lose my baby," she wept, her body shaking, "I can't lose it Rory, I can't…it's all I have left…"

It really was.

She'd never given thought to being a mother on Gallifrey, not even after the Doctor asked her to Mate with him, not even after the actual Mating had finished. She had briefly thought of it, lamented of the lost possibility, when she'd been dying. But other than that...she'd never imagined...and now, to find herself pregnant...she didn't know what to do or how to feel. She was so confused. She felt...happy, because it was a baby, a little life inside her, one that had been made of such amazing love. But sad, because that love had seemed to be snuffed out, erased. Scared because she knew the chances of her losing it were incredibly high given her family history. Heartsbroken because the father didn't even remember creating it. And...desperate. Desperate not to lose it. It was all she had left of the Doctor's old self, all she had left of the man who loved her, it was a little piece of him that lived on.

If she lost that...it would be like she'd lost him completely.

Rory nodded to himself and hugged her tightly, feeling tears in his own eyes for the state she was in, "Hey," he pulled away a little, cupping her cheek with a hand, "Look at me, Angel, look at me," she looked up and his heart broke at the fear in her eyes, "I'm a nurse, I'm very good with pregnancy," he smiled, "You just leave it to me and everything'll be fine, ok? I'll make sure nothing happens. I promise," he crossed his heart, "I will never let anything happen to you Angel. Trust me."

She took a breath and nodded, starting to wipe off her tears ,when Rory did it for her with his sleeve, making her laugh. She grabbed his hand though when he tried to pull away, "Rory…" he looked at her, "It's been a very long time since I've had a companion. I DID ask but, they said no or changed their mind or just…things happened," she took a breath, "I always felt like it happened for a reason, like I was waiting for this incredible person to be my next companion…and do you know what?" he shook his head, "I was right, because YOU, Rory Williams, are incredible," she pulled him to her and hugged him, "And I'm SO glad it was YOU."

He smiled into the hug and shook his head, leave it to Angel to be a right old mess, crying and scared, and STILL manage to make HIM feel remarkable too, "Me too," he whispered, dropping a chaste kiss onto the top of her hair.

"Please," Angel whispered to him, "Don't tell them."

He pulled away and looked at her a moment, her eyes so wide and pleading, before sighing, "I won't."

And he wouldn't.

She was trusting him with this information, with this news that not even the Doctor knew. He knew the man likely deserved to know what was going on, but...it wasn't his secret to tell. And...as terrible as it probably was to think...he felt a little...happy, that he was the only one who knew for the moment. It...made him feel special. And so, he wouldn't betray her trust, not when she had so much of it in him. She was his Pilot, he was her nurse, he would take care of her and he could do this for her. He wouldn't ask her what happened either, with her and the Doctor, he'd seen her starting to get upset when he'd started asking earlier, she was in a delicate state at the moment, he wanted to give her a moment to calm down and settle first. He hated seeing her so upset.

"Thank you," she gently slid off the table.

"But after we leave Rio," Rory pointed at her, "I want to know everything ok?"

She nodded, moving to hug him tightly one more time, accepting of that. She...she actually felt better that someone knew. No, that Rory knew. She'd been keeping things in for so long, that...maybe it would help to talk to someone. She knew she didn't have time to tell him everything right now, she knew they'd been interrupted from her telling him about the Doctor's memory loss, but...they had a time machine, they had all the time in the world. And when they'd left Rio, or whatever other adventure was waiting for them, she'd tell him, she would. And maybe, just maybe, she'd feel better. Maybe Rory would even be able to help her! He was so brilliant and, as a nurse, maybe he'd dealt with people with amnesia before. Maybe he could help figure out what had happened to the Doctor and how to help get him back.

The Dream Lord...he'd remembered. She'd seen that in his dreams, she'd seen it, she realized what the man had been talking about all that time even if the Doctor hadn't. There was only so much the subconscious could remind the conscious mind of, it was limited. It was like he was a manifestation of the niggling you'd get when you'd forgotten something but not remembered what it was you'd forgotten. But at least now she knew...the memories were there. She just had to find a way to get them back.

"Thank you Rory," she repeated in a whisper.

He smiled gently at that, giving her one more squeeze, "No problem," before they walked out of the med-bay.

~8~

The TARDIS doors opened quickly, "Behold..." the Doctor grinned as Amy, Rory, and Angel stood behind him, "Rio!"

Amy and Rory took a cautious step out and...into a cemetery, "Nuh-uh," Amy grimaced at the sight and the chill in the air.

"Not really getting the sunshine carnival vibe," Rory nodded, looking around at the gravestones scattered around, other stone structures partially in ruins, and the chill...certainly not Rio.

"No," Angel stepped out but stopped short and looked down at the ground with a frown, "That's wrong."

The Doctor eyed her a moment, seeing her curious look, and moved out of the TARDIS, immediately feeling what she had, "Oh, feel that, though, what's that?" he bounced up and down, "Ground feels strange...wait...that's weird."

"What's weird?" Rory looked over but the Doctor ignored him.

"Doctor, stop trying to distract us," Amy rolled her eyes, "We're in the wrong place!" but the Doctor just ran around to the other side of the church the TARDIS had set down in front of as Amy kept talking, the trio following him, "Doctor, it's freezing and I've dressed for Rio. We are not stopping here," he knelt down and plucked up some blue grass growing in patches around the gravestones, "Doctor! You listening to me? It's a graveyard! You promised me a beach."

"That's why you should have waited for me to set the course," Angel patted her on the shoulder before walking past her to kneel down by the Doctor.

"Blue grass," he mumbled, "Patches of it all round the graveyard. So, Earth, 2020-ish…"

"2020 exactly," Angel corrected.

He nodded, "Ten years in your future, wrong continent for Rio, I'll admit, but it's not a massive overshoot."

Amy looked over when she caught sight of two people on the other side of the valley waving at them in the corner of her eye, "Why are those people waving at us?"

The Doctor took a pair of binoculars from his pocket, "Can't be…" he looked through them as Rory started to wave back, "It is! It's you two."

"No, we're here," Rory pointed between him and Amy, "How can we be up there?!"

"Time travel Rory," Angel smiled, standing up, blinking a bit as she swayed, Rory moving to her side, seeing it, and putting an arm around her shoulders for support. He knew it was another small sign of the pregnancy, he'd seen it happen to quite a few women in the waiting rooms, when they sat or stood too quickly they got a bit light headed for a moment.

"Ten years in your future," the Doctor smiled, still looking through the binoculars, "Come to relive past glories, I'd imagine. Humans," he laughed, turning to glance at them, "You're..." but cut himself off quite suddenly when he saw Rory with his arm around Angel, "Nostalgic," he muttered, turning sharply back to look at the future thems, making Rory frown at the motion, he'd noticed the Doctor was a bit...more rude to him than normal lately.

"We're still together in ten years?" Amy gaped.

"No need to sound so surprised!" Rory retorted.

"You'll be together forever Amy," Angel smiled at her sadly, "You and Rory together, as it should be."

Amy grinned at that, the Doctor eyeing her a moment, as though confused as to why SHE wasn't more cross with Rory standing there with his arm around another woman, but Amy just gave a small cheer, "Hey, let's go and talk to them! We can say hi to Future Us! How cool is that?"

"No, best not, really best not," the Doctor called, "These things get complicated very quickly, and...oh, look!" he smiled, spotting something behind Amy, "Big mining thing. Oh, I love a big mining thing. See, way better than Rio! Rio doesn't have a big mining thing."

They turned to look in that direction as well, Angel frowning as she saw the rather large drill set up...

'...if you struggle, it'll make things worse. Keep hold of my hand...'

...the Doctor stopped at the bottom of the steps of a cellar, looking at something sitting in the shadows...

'...I'm just protecting my family here. That's all. I don't want to use it. I want you to put things right...'

"We're not going to have a look, are we?" Amy moaned, Angel shaking her head and glancing at them.

"Let's go and have a look!" the Doctor grinned and ran down the cemetery towards the valley, "Come on, let's see what they're doing."

"If he can't get us to Rio, how's he ever going to get us back home?" Rory asked.

"Don't worry Rory," Angel laughed, "I'll be doing the piloting when you to want to go back," she turned to walk off after the Doctor, when she paused and looked back at him, biting her lip as though trying to work out how to phrase something, "Rory…keep an eye on her."

"On who?"

"The woman. I don't know her name," she admitted, that was one limitation to her visions, she heard a woman speaking, but she didn't know who it was, "But…she's going to cause a lot of problems. So…keep an eye on her."

"Yeah," he nodded as she turned and walked after the Doctor, "I'll keep an eye on…whoever…" he looked at Amy a bit confused. He'd learned enough to know that Angel couldn't see everything, despite being psychic, but still…that was more vague than anything he'd heard from her yet.

Amy could only shrug, "I think you and her worry too much," she linked arms with him and looked back to where her and Future Rory were still waving, "Do you not see, over there? It all works out fine."

"After everything we've seen, we just drop back into our old lives, the nurse and the kiss-o-gram?"

"I guess. They're getting away."

"Hang on. What are you doing with that?" he pointed to her ring finger where her ring was firmly in place.

"Engagement ring!" she smiled, "I thought you liked me wearing it."

"Amy! You could lose it! Cost...a lot of money, that!"

"Hmm," she slipped it off and gave it to him, "Spoilsport."

"Go on. I'll catch you up," he turned and headed back to the TARDIS.

"Doctor!" Amy ran off after them, "Angel!"

~8~

Nasreen was kneeling by a patch of dirt in the middle of the floor, hooking up some machinery to try and examine it while Mack walked back from checking the rest of the station, "The drill's shut down!" he replied, huffing, "There's no sign of Mo. Nobody's been in or out of the perimeter between last night...and...now…" he frowned, spotting the hole in the ground, "What's that? That wasn't there last night. How the hell did that get there?"

"I don't know," Nasreen sighed, staring at the dirt.

A/N: Lol, I just realized about half this chapter is original and Angel/Rory bonding moments :) Awww :) I know she didn't tell him everything, but I think, at this point, she's just a little more worried about the pregnancy than the Doctor's amnesia, she's known about one longer. But awww, Rory! He's so sweet! So sad Cold Blood is next :(

But I'm very excited for this episode :) SO much to come! But here's a question...why is the Doctor being so short/cross with Rory? I suppose we'll find out soon ;)

I know the last chapter might have gotten your hopes up that Jack would be this chapter, nope :) I had a note in a previous chapter that Jack would be after Cold Blood :)

On another note, we have 3(!) more submissions to the HOTS challenge :) The links are on my tumblr under 'challenges' but I'll post them here too :)

Remembrance - Meanwhile in the TARDIS 1, by Sarah310592, (the fanfiction site)s/9534678/1/Remembrance-Meanwhile-in-the-TARD IS-1
Revelations, by jordan. reed. 9480, (the fanfiction site)s/9534592/1/Revelations
Forgotten, by Nikki Pond, (the fanfiction site)s/9534227/1/Forgotten

Woo! :)

Some notes on reviews...

Thanks! I added the submission to my tumblr and gave a shout-out here :) I definitely think that the time with his subconscious will have the Doctor noticing more of Angel yup :) I think he was in love with her too, like he was everything the Doctor forgot he was, including in love with her :) Lol, that was one of my favorite episodes to write too. I debated a 'Doctor waking up' moment, but I couldn't quite see him doing anything besides jolting awake and shouting 'Angel! What happened?!' and then running to the console to see if it sparked before Angel showed him the pollen as the Ponds walked in :) There'll definitely be plenty of jealous Doctor to come :) As for Jenny, she'll be popping up with the other companions through Series 6 and 7 :)

We got to see a bit of Rory finding out here :) Not everything, but at least she's not alone in her pregnancy :) As for whether the others will forget her, I won't say...but I can say, the way I interpreted this series, they did forget the Doctor for a short while ;) I might be trying to kill all of you just a tiny bit yeah lol :) I definitely wanted the Dream Lord to be mostly his subconscious, so it's like you know you forgot something but not what, no matter what all he could really do was hint since the Doctor (to me) was his conscious mind at play :) And yeah, Rory! :(

I think it'll depend on what Angel tells Jack of the situation in terms of whether she'll ask him not to do anything. I can say there's a twist for the TW episode and that, with everything they're facing, she might hold off on telling him till the end or something :)

I'm sorry it put a little damper on your day :( I hope you had fun tubing though :)

Lol, I like how he's oblivious too. Rory returned from being erased, a heavily pregnant Amy, and he's just not seeing it :) I won't say if they'll forget Angel or not, we'll have to wait and see :) But I'm glad you're interested in the challenge, that's awesome :)

No Jack just yet :) That'll be after Cold Blood :)

Lol, I could see the family fighting over who gets to be what to the baby if Angel has it :) IF Angel has it }:)

Yup, I've watched the very first and very last episode of the SJA :) 'This woman is rude' 'Ok, time to go' lol :)

I felt like Amy was a bit arrogant in the episode yeah, with how she thought she was the only one the Doctor told things too. I sort of added a little more to that :) I could see Jack and Mickey fighting each other over who gets to punch the Doctor lol :)

I can say that, slowly but surely, the Doctor will become more aware of what River says/how she acts around Angel yup :)

That's ironic because, Mickey and Rory will MEET! ^-^ And Mickey makes a remark calling Angel 'my Pilot' and Rory's just like...'YOUR Pilot?' It's very amusing :) And you're welcome! I hope you had a great birthday :)

The Doctor does seem to brush things off a lot doesn't he, he really is a daft old man I agree :) I'm glad you liked the Rory/Angel moments, I hope I did you proud with this one too :) I know here that Rory didn't find out everything, just the pregnancy (bless him for not wanting to make her more upset by asking about the Doctor) but I can say he WILL find everything out eventually and we'll see then what he does :) I've never heard of those songs before, I'll have to check them out :) I think that's a great idea for a challenge submission, you should do it (but only if you want to :)) I can say there'll be a twist for the TW crossover that relates a little to the Amy's Choice episode, but that's all I'll say about that ;)

Time Lady 4 probably won't come out till 2014. Just because I'm scrambling to write the TW crossover again (stupid crashing computer deleting my stories, grrr...) and then I want to finish Merlin (hopefully by the end of summer) and then I can write out TL4. I won't be posting her till after Merlin though and, since that might be around the 50th and Christmas special, I'll be a bit swamped (and with work/school/family) trying to get the 3 series done for those two episodes. I think I have about 1 day to write up a transcript for the Christmas special and then write Angel's story lol :) So it might be better to wait till 2014 when things calm down :)

I think it's up to the author how they want their story formatted :) I think most authors use spaces just so it's easier for the reader to see who's talking and when, it breaks things up and makes it easier to work out what's happening and who's talking when it switches from character to character. When you're reading a paragraph of detail, sometimes, if someone starts talking in the middle, you read over it and are like 'wait, what just happened?' and have to go back, but if it's broken up, then you get detail and are aware in the next paragraph that someone's talking or something like that :) I thought the new chapters were really good, I like how you offer Piper's thoughts on things and the reader can tell she really knows her brothers well from her thoughts and interactions with them and that the brothers are so brothers to her :) And you're welcome! I'm glad I could help a little :) I'm not sure if I know what I'm doing though, I just try my best and wing it half the time :) Thanks for the cookie though! -munches on it!- :)