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Amy was standing frozen against the railing. The Doctor had just walked out of the console room, leaving her with many thoughts to ponder. She still didn't get it, though, how he could have liked her for all that time….well, she was engaged at the time, but still….

Amy shook her head. What she needed was some answers. Slowly, she walked up towards the console and began examining its many controls. If only she knew how to fly the TARDIS, then she could get back home and leave this troubling mess behind her, at least 'til Rory got back. Oh, but it's a time machine! It shouldn't matter! She could fly two days into the future and pick up Rory! Oh, but she doesn't know how to fly! Does that mean the Doctor means to keep her here for eternity?! Well, she did try to run away from Rory once…

A holographic image popped up near her. A girl with long, blond hair and a pink sweatshirt standing in front of a different console with glowing beams of light coming out of her eyes. Amy thought that this must be Rose. Maybe she was flying the TARDIS.

Who was Rose to the Doctor? she thought.

Another image popped up, this time of the same girl looking at a man in a leather jacket in shock, while he was holding her hand. An image of those same people holding hands again, this time, the woman was dressed up and they were both smiling at each other. An image of the woman leaning over a skinny man with pajamas in a bed. An image of the woman and that man running, holding hands, smiling, and laughing.

More images popped up of them holding hands. They always appeared to be happy together. An image of them hugging with '50's style hair. Another image, this one not happy. He was saying goodbye to her on a beach and she was crying. He also appeared heartbroken, looking like he wanted to say more than he could.

Now images popped up of that man with other women: one short, with dark skin; another, taller, with red hair. He looked happy with them too, but he never looked as happy as he had with that Rose lady. An image of him and Rose running towards each other at night. An image of him, Rose, and a lot of other people standing around a different TARDIS console. Amy recognized Rose and that skinny man, as well as his two other friends from past images, but not these other people. Did that man have a twin brother? Who were all these people?

Another image, this one of Rose standing in between that skinny man and his twin brother on that same beach, looking indecisive. Amy suddenly remembered when the Doctor first appeared to her again, 12 years later. He said he wasn't "done yet," whatever that meant. But this skinny man, and that leather-jacket man, were they different versions of the Doctor?

Another image, this one of that skinny man walking alone and frowning. A different image, this one of the Doctor, looking upset. Funny, he seemed more real than the others….

"What are you doing?" The Doctor image asked her. Amy blinked. That was actually the Doctor, looking upset, but too exhausted to be angry. His hands were balled in fists and were on his hips.

"You loved her," she said quietly, "All of them, really. But her…" Amy shook her head, "What kind of man were you back then?"

"That man is me. All those forms are. I regenerate when I begin to die. I live on. I've lived so many lives. Sometimes, I find love, but I end up in heartbreak as the years go by. You humans wither and die. You leave me alone."

"So, why do you want to be with me when you know that'll happen?"

"I can't bear to be lonely any longer!" The Doctor said desperately, voice trembling. Amy looked at him in shock.

"What about River? Isn't she your special someone?"

The Doctor laughed softly, "Ah, yes, River Song. Tell me," he began slowly, stroking the console with his left hand and walking towards her, "how do you think a brain like hers and a brain like mine could coexist in this here TARDIS? No, it's better if we live separately."

"But, if you love each other…!"

"Amy, was there something you didn't understand about two hearts? Yes, River is someone important to me in the future, but I'm a new man, in this new regeneration, and I want to be by your side. I never wanted that—" The Doctor shook his head, "Rory, to be on the TARDIS in the first place. But I wanted you to be happy, and he was your fiancé—"

"Then, why can't you let me be happy with Rory?"

"Amy," the Doctor's voice cracked. He put his hands to his eyes and rubbed them. He took a deep breath. Then, he put his hands down, opened his eyes after a moment, and gave her a watery smile.

"You're right."

"Doctor—"

"No, no, no, you're right," he said, waving her off with his hand and turning away from her.

"If you could just understand—"

"Oh, I understand, Amelia, believe me," he said bitter sarcasm and agony in voice.

"Doctor," she said quietly, not believing what she was about to say, "You know, if you had told me your feelings, you know, on that night—"

"YOU WERE ENGAGED!" The Doctor snarled at her, whipping around. Amy flinched, paled, and took a few steps back.

"Do you think," the Doctor began, voice quavering, "that I could be with someone with a free conscience knowing they were engaged?! You…" he shook his head again, "Oh, Amelia," he sighed with a shuddering breath.

Amy couldn't stand to see him in this pain. She wanted to hug the pain out of him, but it was she who was inadvertently causing it. She had never seen this particular side of him before. He was never sad around her.

The Doctor sighed and leaned against the console, facing the door, as if this had taken all his energy out of him. He rubbed his eyes again. Amy didn't know what to say.

"D…Doc…tor…?" she said hesitantly, reaching her hand out and taking a cautious step towards him.

"No," he said with a broken voice, "No, you've done enough." His back was to her. "Get away from me," he said, his voice barely audible.

"Doc—?"

"GET THE BLOODY HELL AWAY FROM ME!" he screamed, whipping around, tears and infinite fury in his eyes. Amy gasped and backed up so many steps that she tripped and fell. He was standing in the same spot, shaking with fury, turning red, his hands balled in fists. Amy forgot to move out of fear. She was trembling.

"GOOOOOOOOO!" he bellowed, his voice echoing throughout the whole TARDIS, so that his voice seemed to be a living thing around her. Tears in her eyes, Amy, sobbing and tripping, blindly made her way to the first door she groped, slammed it, and ran.