He awoke after only a few hours of sleep and turned over to cuddle with Rose only to find the bed empty. He sat up and rubbed his face and looked at the clock to make sure his time wasn't off. Sure enough it was only three in the morning. He stood up and headed downstairs. He paused at the bottom as he heard arguing.

"I am exactly like him."

"No, John, you're not. Kissing you on the beach was a mistake but you said what I had been longing to hear. Not even after our son was born did you two, one, Oh I don't know. But he never had the courage to say it." Rose said in a loud hiss back.

"But we would have been happy and Kiam would be safe."

"He is safe with us."

"You know he isn't. He was almost dead three times because of our carelessness." He heard a cup slam down. He started to step forward and then paused again as he heard Rose speak up.

"He always says three but between Donna and Martha both of them only can name two. Pompeii and the Crucible. What is the third that he blames himself for?"

He heard footsteps behind him as the arguing went quiet. He looked up the stairs to see Martha standing there with Mickey. "Go back to bed," He whispered to them. "I'll take care of it."

Martha nodded. "Goodnight" She whispered and took Mickey's hand and led him back into her room.

"Answer me." Rose demanded as he stepped out of the stairwell into where they could see him. John was sitting at the table and had obviously been the one to slam the cup down by the tea spilled on the table. Rose was against the counter leaning on it with her arms crossed. He moved and stood beside Rose and put his arm around her.

"You answer me than." she snapped turning to look at him.

"His birth." He said.

"You blame yourself for his birth." She sounded amazed he even thought that way.

"If I hadn't drank, then blamed you for everything, and hurt you by ignoring you and then doing something stupid like taking you to Krop Tor rather then home. He wouldn't have been born early and wouldn't be struggling even today." He admitted to her.

"You don't know that for sure." She said softly.

He just smiled at her and kissed her on the head. "There is no point in arguing about it. Why don't you go back to bed and let me talk to John here?"

"I'm not tired," She lied as she yawned. He raised his eyebrows at her and she smiled. "Okay maybe a little bit," she admitted as she made a show of kissing him and he noticed she was watching John the whole time.

"Sleep well," He said as he led her to the stairs and then watched her go up them. He walked back to the kitchen and took her place at the counter.

"I'm sorry about that," He motioned to Rose, "You know how she is."

"That is the problem I do." John leaned back in his chair. "I love her and she would have resented me if she had stayed."

"You don't know that."

"But I do and you know it too even if you don't want to admit it. The best thing that could have happened was Donna letting them back on the Tardis." John stood up and cleaned the mess of the table before turning back to the Doctor.

"Can I come back to our universe?" John asked him again.

"No."

"Why not," John asked and he saw the anger in his eyes that people had always associated with the On Coming Storm. It was weird being on the receiving end of that look for a change.

"Because frankly I don't trust you. How long till the Tardis is done?"

"With Donna's equations it should only be about another year or two. And how can you not trust me, I am you."

"I know," He said sadly.

-DW-

The next morning true to his word, they were off to go find Amelia. Pete drove and he sat in the passenger seat. Rose had stayed behind to catch up with her mom and he was sure she was going to try to convince her to come home with them. Much to Rose's relief John had taken Mickey and Martha with him to Torchwood. The drive was quiet and when they pulled up to the house in Leadworth he was surprised to find it was similar to the house Amelia had lived in with her aunt.

He turned to look at Pete. "What aren't you telling me." He asked accusingly.

"In this universe, little Amelia Jessica Pond had gone missing. Then amazingly turned up in Norway two years later and she hadn't aged a day. But the DNA test confirmed that she was the daughter of Augustus and Tabetha Pond."

"Amelia didn't have a middle name."

"Here she does." Pete answered as they walked up and knocked on the door.

"Coming," A voice called from within and a stocky lady answered the door.

"Mrs. Pond?" Pete asked kindly.

"Yes, What is it?" She snipped. "Hurry up I haven't got all day."

"I am Pete Tyler and this is the Doctor, we would like to speak with your daughter Amelia for a moment if that is okay." Pete said kindly.

"What's she gone and done now?" Tabetha asked then called behind her. "Amy get down here."

A tall young girl with flaming red hair came down the stairs. She was wearing a short black skirt and a white button up dress shirt that hugged her body. "Yes mum?" She asked as she approached them.

"These two men want a word with you."

"Doctor," She said as her eyes grew wide and then she jumped and wrapped him in a hug. "I thought I would never see you again."

"So this is the man who kidnapped you." Augustus asked finally coming to the door to see what all the commotion was about.

"No Daddy, I told you he didn't kidnap me, I didn't listen and wandered off and somehow you two came back to life."

"We took her to four psychiatrist to try and get that nonsense out of her head and she kept saying that one day the Doctor will return for her."

"Four," He asked Amelia."

"I kept biting them," She admitted proudly.

"Why."

"They said you were dangerous." she blushed, "That you and Rose had kidnapped me and I had something called Stockholm syndrome."

"Well Amelia.."

"Amy."

"Amy, if you want I can take you back to the universe you belong in. But I understand if you want to stay here with your parents."

"I want to go with you but on one condition." She replied without hesitating.

"Depends on what it is?"

"We have to take Rory."

"And what is Rory."

"Rory is my fiance," She told him holding out her hand with the ring. He took her hand and looked at the ring before looking back up at her.

"My little Amelia is all grown up." He said sadly. "You should stay here, you have your parents and Rory, you don't need us anymore." He turned and started to head back to the car with Pete a few seconds behind. He stopped startled as he felt a hand grab his arm and he turned as Amelia wrapped him in a hug and buried her face in his chest. Tears were streaming down her cheeks.

"Nothing in my life has made sense since I got here. I remember not having parents and yet here they are. My aunt Faith doesn't exist but I have an Aunt Sharon who looks like her." She sobbed. "I just want to go home, but I can't leave Rory. Please Doctor take us with you."

"What about Rory and his family," He asked her as he gently stroked her hair.

"He only has his father. His mum died when he was a kid and him and his dad aren't that close."

"Amelia..."

"Please Doctor," She sobbed again holding him tighter. "Don't leave me here." She whispered sounding scared. She didn't sound like the same confident seven year old who had amazed him all those years ago. He glared towards the door at her parents who were still watching and wondered what they had done to her.

He kissed the top of her head before resting his head on hers. "I'll take you home." He promised.