Ten minutes later, Alex was still awake. She hadn't bothered changing out of her clothes and she was instead pondering the Doctor's and her kiss back in the oxygen factory. It was something she couldn't get out of her mind so easily.

There were several things wrong with what had happened. Not the kiss; that was spectacular. Of course, that did raise questions on why it had happened, but Alex had a few theories. Since she had been about to ask the Doctor where he had gotten a new tweed jacket from, maybe he had kissed her to shut her up and make her forget about it. But why would he do that? And more importantly, where had the jacket been on the primary flight deck? It was still glaringly absent from him there and he hadn't even made any reference to their kiss. It was probably because of the current circumstances but still. . . You would think he'd have shown some sign of acknowledgment, like blushing when he saw her, for instance.

Alex groaned and rolled over, burying her face in her pillow. This was all so confusing! She wanted to ask the Doctor about it, but she wasn't sure how he would react. He had been pretty stunned when she spontaneously kissed him during the Dalek debacle, but he had said he could "bloody kiss" her and she had told him he could if he met certain requirements, which he did. That kiss had been expected. This one hadn't.

Alex sat up, abandoning the idea of resting. It was pointless while she was trying to work all this stuff out, not to mention the fact that she would probably be called in pretty soon to clarify anything Amy said about her engagement to him.

As she was considering this, there came a significant thump from outside the door. Alex frowned. What the hell was that? There was what sounded like someone protesting something. Curious, Alex inched open the door and poked her head out. Her room was only a few doors down from the control room, allowing her to hear everything.

". . .nine hundred and seven years old. Do you understand what that means?"

"It's been awhile?" Amy remarked, her voice sounding, to Alex, almost seductive.

"Yeah. . . No, no, no! I'm nine hundred and seven, and look at me; I don't get older, I just change. You get older, I don't, and this can't ever work!" What the hell is he talking about? Alex wondered.

"Oh, you are sweet, Doctor," Amy coyly remarked. "But I really wasn't suggesting anything quite so . . . long-term." There wasn't any talking after that, but Alex could easily hear the sounds of kissing coming down the hall.

Her jaw dropped. What the hell was Amy thinking?! Kissing the Doctor on the NIGHT BEFORE HER WEDDING?! A large amount of envy and jealousy ran through Alex's system like a wild-fire, making every part of her want to strangle Amy for no apparent reason. Alex's heart sped up and her grip on the doorframe tightened.

There was a loud SMACK as the Doctor and Amy's lips broke apart. "But you're human!" the Doctor objected. "You're Amy! You're getting married in the morning!" He stopped suddenly before musing, "In the morning. . ."

No, no, do NOT sleep with her! Alex thought angrily.

"Doctor?" Amy's voice sounded hopeful and Alex felt her teeth clench at it.

"It's you, it's all about you, everything!" the Doctor rambled excitedly, much to Alex's hatred and heartbreak. "It's about you."

"Hold that thought," Amy suggestively ordered. Alex heard a bed creak.

"Amy Pond. Mad, impossible Amy Pond. I don't know why, I have no idea, but quite possibly the single most important thing in the history of the universe is that I get you sorted out right now."

Oh, sorted out? Alex thought, disgusted. Is THAT what we're calling it now?

"That's what I've been trying to tell you—" Amy began, but was cut off as the Doctor pulled her up, calling, "Come on!"

Alex was already ticked, but her blood began boiling when she heard Amy seductively say, "Doctor." Stop it! Alex thought, but she felt like shrieking it. Why was she feeling so strongly about this? She had no right to. Yes, it was her friend Amy who was choosing to go against her fiancé, but Alex didn't need to have any thoughts about the Doctor. If they wanted to have a little affair, that was their business. But it didn't stop Alex from wanting to throttle their heads.

Alex continued listening as the TARDIS door banged shut. After all, she needed to know if she should disappear for a few hours before yelling at the two of them. There was a slight giggle from Amy but no response from the Doctor. "Aw, typical bloke, straight to fixing his motor!" Amy sarcastically remarked. Alex instantly perked up. Was the Doctor not following her advances? Curiosity prevailed as she inched along the corridor and stood in the doorway leading to the control room.

Amy was leaning against the console, the Doctor standing significantly farther away from her, almost on the other side. His shirt appeared to be rumpled and the top button was undone. But what Alex mainly noticed was that the shirt was very tight on him, showing off a great physique. She licked her lips. No wonder Amy hadn't been able to resist him. But that still didn't give her a free pass to cheat on her fiancé.

"Well, that's the thing, Amy; I'm NOT a typical bloke!" the Doctor shot back. He seemed to be pretty angry, only confirming that he was not interested in hooking up with Amy. Thank God. He fussed with the controls, not looking at Amy, even as he reached to pull a lever down beside her.

Amy cocked her head. "Sorry, but did I do something wrong?" she questioned, turning around. She didn't even notice Alex, which was probably a good thing considering the shocked and appalled look the latter was giving her. Something wrong? Of course she had done something wrong! She had tried to hook up with a guy other than her fiancé on the night before her wedding! "'Cause I'm getting kinda mixed signals!" She swiftly returned the lever the Doctor had yanked down back to its original position, glowering at him all the while.

"Mixed signals?" the Doctor scoffed. He was forced to look at her as he reached over and yanked the lever back down. "HOW?"

"Oh, come on!" Amy worked her way around the console to him as she coyly spoke. "You turned up in the middle of the night, got me out of bed in my nightie - which you then don't let me change out of for ages - and take me for a spin in your time machine. . ."

By this point, Amy was right next to him. "No, no, you're right, no mixed signals there," she mused sarcastically. She stared at him challengingly. "THAT is just a signal! Like a great big bat signal in the sky - get your coat, love, the Doctor is in!"

During this, the Doctor actually seemed pretty amused, smirking at her in a manner that could be considered flirty, if one didn't know any better. But then he came out of it. "No, no, no, no, no, no, it's . . . not like that!" he protested, stepping around her. "That's not what I'm like!"

"Then what are you like?" Amy asked desperately.

"I don't know, Gandalf." Alex and Amy both stared at him. What in God's name is he talking about? Alex thought bewilderedly, but her question was answered a second later, as the Doctor had evidently noticed Amy's confused look. "Bit of space Gandalf, little green light Star Wars wand. . ." He then proceeded to mime fighting with a light-saber, making Alex shake her head, while Amy just gawked at him.

"Right. . ." she drew out slowly once the Doctor had stopped fighting an imaginary Darth Vader and went back to the console. "You. Are. A. Bloke!"

The Doctor smiled at her. "I'm the Doctor."

Amy raised an eyebrow at him. "Every room you walk into, you laugh at all the men and show off to all the girls." Alex bit her lip to keep from snickering. That was very true. The Doctor had disregarded Jeff, Rory, and Father Octavian, while impressing her and Amy and any other females that happened to be around repeatedly.

"Do not!" the Doctor quickly objected.

"What about Rory?"

In response to that, the Doctor snorted and snickered. He mimed a large nose, which Alex had to admit was a slight physical flaw for Rory, while Amy just looked at him, shocked and offended. "You laughed!" she accused.

"No," the Doctor hastily backtracked. "That was an involuntary snort . . . of fondness." Alex shook her head. Yeah, right.

Amy apparently thought so too, for she scoffed and said, "You are a bloke and you don't even know it." She reached out and wrapped her hands around his neck before moving them down to his chest. The Doctor hastily raised his hands, trying to stop her. "And here I am to help you." Alex felt another burning sensation in her stomach and tried to quiet her heart-beat, which was beating so loudly she was sure those two could hear it.

"That is not why you're here," the Doctor told her.

"Then why am I here?" Amy demanded, her hands still on him, now clutching at his braces.

"Because," the Doctor started, removing her hands from him, "because, because . . . because I can't see it anymore."

Alex craned her neck to follow him as he walked away from Amy. She watched him sit down in a jump seat, Amy standing before him. "See what?" Amy demanded.

"I'm nine hundred and seven," the Doctor told her as he sat down. "After a while, you just can't see it."

"See what?!" Amy repeated, getting aggravated. Alex wished he would get to the point as well.

"Everything!" the Doctor cut her off. "I look at a star, and it's a big ball of burning gas. I know how it began, I know how it ends, and I was probably there both times. Now after a while, everything is just stuff. That's the problem; you make all of time and space your backyard and what do you have? A backyard." He stood up and pointed his finger at Amy. "But you, you can see it, and when you see it, I see it."

Alex absorbed this information. The reason he brought them along was because he wanted to get excited about seeing stuff he had seen before again? Then she remembered his letter. Was all of that really lies to get her to come with him so he could feel revitalized again? But he constantly seemed so awed of her and curious of her mental abilities. But now that he had confessed that, Alex wasn't sure what to think.

Amy seemed unable to process this new revelation as well. "So that's the only reason you took me with you?" she asked quietly, her voice expressing slight hurt.

"There are worse reasons," the Doctor gently pointed out.

Amy snorted. "I'm certainly hoping so." She stepped around him, thinking, and Alex watched as a realization sprang to her mind. "Does that mean I'm not the first then?" Amy asked, whirling around. "There have been others traveling with you?"

The Doctor laughed nervously, not sure how to respond. "Yeah, sure, loads of them. They're just friends, you know, chums, pals, buddies, mates. . ." He paused, rethinking this last part. "Not mates, forget mates," he said quickly, evidently reliving something Alex was going to have to pry out of him sometime.

Amy's mouth was hanging wide open, shocked. How could she not have considered that before? Alex thought. 907 years of time-travel is a bit long to have traveled on your own for. She was pulled out of these thoughts by Amy asking, "And just out of these friends, how many would you say, just out of curiosity, were girls?"

The Doctor looked at her, clearly nervous but trying to hide it. "Oh," he said, stalling for time. He walked around the console. "Some of them I suppose must've been," he answered vaguely. Alex rolled her eyes. Liar, liar, pants on fire! Remember Rose? You knew SHE was a girl!

The Doctor pressed a few buttons on the console. "Hard to tell, it's a gray area," he lied. Alex figured he knew exactly how many girls had traveled with him.

Amy watched him and looked at him as though she knew better. "Under half? Over half?"

The Doctor put a hand on the console and another on his hip, clearly uncomfortable with these questions Amy was hurling at him. "Probably . . . slightly," he said slowly, "a little bit over."

Amy nodded, as though a point had been proven. "Young?"

"Everyone's young compared to me," the Doctor answered evasively. That's not what she meant and you know it! Alex thought, but she was enjoying watching the Doctor squirm, and wondered if Amy could get any more information out of him about previous TARDIS passengers.

Amy smiled at him. "Were they . . . hot?" she asked, stepping around the console.

"Uh, no, no, no, no, no, not really, not at all!" the Doctor said quickly. Alex raised an eyebrow at him. Even though he had resisted Amy's advances, the Doctor had to have noticed whether his female passengers were good-looking or not at some point. Rose was a prime example.

"Probably not," he added, scratching his cheek nervously. He shrugged. "Maybe one or two. I didn't really notice."

Amy looked at him mischievously. "Well . . . this big old machine must have some kind of visual records." Her eyes glittered dangerously, expressing a deep desire to see something the Doctor desperately wanted to keep hidden.

The Doctor groaned, afraid of this. "Oh, God, Amy, no, and anyway, they're voice-locked!"

Amy laughed. "Ah, voice-locked!" she repeated as the Doctor pressed his back to the console. "So . . . I would just have to say, 'Show me old visual records of previous TARDIS inhabitants'?" Alex smiled. She knew what Amy was trying to do, and frankly, she approved.

Luckily, the Doctor hadn't caught on to her scheme. Instead, looking smug, he replied, "No, no, no, no, no, I mean voice-locked. I would have to say 'Show me old visual records of previous TARDIS inhabitants'."

As he was speaking, Amy was walking over to him. When he finished this declaratory sentence, Amy patted his shoulder and smiled at him. "Aw, thank you!" she chirped in a manner similar to Alex. A whoop sounded out around them and Amy waltzed over to the railing to look at the giant screen on the wall while the Doctor looked around, panicked.

"No!" he cried, throwing a look up at the ceiling. "No! No! NO!" he cried in defeat as what sounded like a lottery machine began sounding around them. He went over to Amy and leaned against the railing, looking at the screen. From Alex's angle, his back was tense, something easily seen due to his shirt. Again, Alex licked her lips, pleased at the sight.

Amy and Alex's jaws collectively dropped as a bunch of black and white pictures of attractive girls went past on the screen. Alex had figured the Doctor had traveled with some companions before, but not this many! Amy laughed as numerous women passed. "Ooh, Gandalf," she said in a scandalized voice to the Doctor.

The Doctor swatted her hand and stormed back over to the console. "Thanks, thanks, dear," he sarcastically thanked the ceiling, glaring at it. "Miss out the metal dog, why don't you?" Alex frowned. Metal dog? Now there's a story!

Amy was still peering intently at the photos. "Is that a leather bikini?" she called out. Alex's attention shot back to the screen, but unfortunately, she missed that photo. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see that the Doctor was smiling, evidently knowing who Amy was referring to.

That smile suddenly faded though as the Doctor's bipolar-ness kicked in again. "That's it!" he declared, rushing around the console to yank at a lever. "Rory, we're gonna find Rory, and we're gonna find him now!"

Amy looked over her shoulder. "He's at stag night!" she dismissed. She tossed her hair over her shoulder and flounced up to the Doctor, a seductive/smirking look on her face, a look Alex never thought possible until now. "And we don't need to disrupt him, now do we?" She fingered his braces and moved to kiss him again while the Doctor hastily tried to back away.

Alex's ears were ringing and her breath was coming out in short gasps. Her blood was racing and boiling, all her nerves were frayed and heightened all at once, and all she could see was Amy kissing him when she had no right to. She couldn't take this anymore. Before she could even think, she stepped out from the doorway and loudly called out, "Amelia Jessica Pond, for God's sake, stop it!"

Both Amy and the Doctor screamed when Alex surprised them. "AAHHH!" they both yelped, springing apart. They turned to look at her, both of them looking horrified. Amy even had the decency to look mortified, especially as Alex looked pretty damn frightening descending the steps, a critical and pissed off look on her face.

The Doctor wisely chose to stay silent, meanwhile panicking on the inside. Dear God, how much did she see? How much did she hear?! He thought as Alex went up to Amy, a crocodile smile gracing her face.

"Doctor," she said faux sweetly, making her seem even more threatening, "why don't you go get changed and then get Rory while Amy and I have a little chat?" Alex looked at Amy the whole time during this, eyes narrowed, making Amy gulp. Then, without another word, Alex stormed off.

Amy looked at the Doctor, panicked. "Come with me!" she pleaded, grabbing his arm and trying to pull him up the stairs.

The Doctor held his ground though. "What? Why?" he demanded, removing Amy's hand from him.

"Because she is obviously furious and seeing her furious makes me terrified!"

"Oh, come on, Amy," the Doctor groaned exasperatedly. It didn't seem likely that Alex could get so infuriated that it would literally terrify someone, especially someone like Amy Pond.

"I never told you this," Amy ignored him, "but the first time I met her was when she almost ran me over."

The Doctor gaped at her. "What?"

"She was angry, she had had a fight with her grandmother and she was letting off steam." Amy paused for dramatic effect. "With her car. She was probably going over a hundred miles an hour. She would've hit me and Rory had we not jumped out of the way and had she not swerved and nearly hit a tree."

"Well, I seriously doubt she's going to kill you," the Doctor said dryly.

"You've never seen her fight with my friend Mels," Amy protested. "If Rory and I let her, she'd tear her limb from limb."

"AMELIA!" Alex yelled, causing Amy to jump and squeak. Alex appeared again and let out a frustrated sigh when she saw Amy still with the Doctor. Before Amy could object, Alex had grabbed her wrist and was pulling her out of the console room.

~Living the Life of Ally~

Five minutes later, the Doctor had changed clothes, having found a new tweed jacket in his room to replace the one he had lost to the Angels. He had located Rory and had landed them in Leadworth, but for now, he was in the control room, listening to all the yelling coming from the wardrobe room. He hadn't even needed to reprimand Amy; Alex was doing it for him.

Meanwhile in the wardrobe room, Alex dug through a bunch of clothes racks. She was still pretty angry, judging by the way she kept slamming the metal hangers together, making them CLANK furiously. "For God's sake, Amy, are you crazy?!" she cried as she pulled out a leather jacket and passed it to Amy, who was standing a little ways away, watching her nervously. Alex had been yelling at her and scolding her for five minutes as she dug through the wardrobe, passing articles of clothing to her.

"He is an alien, and may I remind you, we don't know that much about him!" Alex was saying as she tossed a pair of black tights over to Amy. "For all we know, he's married and has a couple of kids somewhere!"

"I doubt that," Amy spoke up, her first words since Alex had dragged her in here. When Alex turned to give her a deadly look, she quickly added, "I mean, don't you remember how he evaded my question on if he was a parent back on Starship U.K.? He looked so sad."

Alex's face relaxed and she nodded. She remembered thinking that the Doctor probably hadn't answered Amy because of painful reasons. She turned back to the rack and went through the clothes on it, this time not banging the hangers together. "Okay, forgetting the kid angle, but we still don't much about him! And also, you pretty much attacked him! Or at least I'm assuming, judging by what I heard."

"Which was how much by the way?" Amy asked, hoping Alex hadn't heard . . . well, really any of it.

Alex glowered at her. "Enough," she replied. She pulled out a denim mini-skirt, crossed over and held it up to Amy, and then pressed it into her hands. "Here, take that."

"Okay, why are you yelling at me and giving me new items for my closet?" Amy questioned, studying the skirt in a nearby mirror. It was pretty cute. She had to give it to Alex; the girl had good fashion sense.

"That is what you are wearing when we meet Rory," Alex explained. She crossed her arms, looking pretty pleased with herself. "He was always gawking at you in those skirts. He won't be able to take his eyes off of you."

"Are you saying the Doctor is taking Rory with us somewhere?!" Amy sounded horror-stricken at the thought and Alex narrowed her eyes again.

"Amy, Rory is your fiancé," she reminded her. "You love him, he loves you, the whole shebang. It is my duty as maid of honor to make sure that you two remain together, despite your school-girl crush on the Doctor."

Amy studied her carefully. Alex had always had a good poker face, but there was always a little tell-tale way of knowing when she was holding something back. Her posture would suddenly stiffen, her voice would become more defensive than usual, and her eyes would briefly look at the ground before quickly coming back up again. Right now, her voice was defensive and her posture stiff. "Alex," she said slowly, "why do you care so much?"

Alex stomped her foot impatiently. "Didn't you hear a word I just said?" she cried, turning around. She let out a hot breath of air and began to repeat herself. "Okay, as your maid of honor—"

"Yeah, yeah, I got that bit!" Amy interrupted. She placed the clothes down on a nearby shelf and went up to Alex. Turning her around, she looked at Alex closely, trying to spot whatever she was hiding. "But, Alex . . . this is more than mild interest. There's another reason why you don't want me to get involved with the Doctor. What is it?"

Alex shrugged in what she hoped was a nonchalant manner. "I'm concerned for Rory, that's all," she answered. She went over and started poking through a bin packed with ballet flats. "I mean, he's practically obsessed with you. If you reject him, he's not going to bounce back so easily."

Amy could see the truth in those words, but she knew there was something else as well. "Yeah, you have a point there, but are you sure there isn't anything else?"

Alex laughed dryly. "Of course there isn't!" she assured her, stepping away from the bin and walking over to a shirt rack. She started flipping through clothes at a rapid speed, not even registering them as she began talking rapidly. "I mean, what other reason could there be? The Doctor's attractive and I know he's a damn good kisser but you belong with Rory! He's perfect for you!"

But Amy barely heard this last part. She had immediately figured out what was making Alex so crazy and eager to shove Rory and her in a locked closet for a few hours. And all it had taken was a little slip of Alex's tongue. "Oh my gosh!" she cried, her eyes wide and gawking at Alex.

Alex looked over at her, taking in her shocked expression. "What?" she demanded, not registering what she had accidentally revealed.

Amy squealed, looking as though Alex had just given her all of the gold locked up in Fort Knox. "You're in love with him! You're in love with the Doctor!"

Alex gaped at her. "WHAT?!" she cried.

Amy bounced up and down. "You," she said, rushing over and banging her fingertips excitedly on Alex's shoulder, "are in LOVE with the DOCTOR!"

Alex slapped a hand over Amy's mouth. "Would you be quiet?" she hissed, throwing a look over her shoulder. If the Doctor ever heard that, she'd die. "He'll hear you!"

Amy swatted Alex's hand away and continued bouncing up and down. Alex could now see how all that bouncing could be exhausting to another person. "God, no wonder you were so pissed with me!" Amy remarked. "I mean, you were jealous! Pure, simple jealousy!"

Alex shook her head. "No, no, that's not it," she weakly tried, but Amy wasn't having any of it.

"It explains a lot actually," Amy was saying as she began pacing the ground floor of the wardrobe room. "I mean, you're so different around him! You're not as uptight and strict as usual - no offense by the way - but more . . . bubbly and flirty."

"I'm already bubbly," Alex tried.

Amy shrugged. "True, but even more so around him. It's weird. Plus, you two are constantly finishing each-other's sentences. And it's like you know what the other is thinking all the time." She paused, thinking all of this over. "I've never seen anything like it. Certainly not with me and Rory, and nobody else I know. It's. . ." She paused again, looking for the right word. "Unique," she finally decided.

Alex couldn't help but think that that was how River had described the relationship between the man she had killed and his girlfriend she had attempted to kill.

"Maybe so," she conceded to Amy, "but everyone's interactions with others are different."

"Yes, but not like this," Amy persisted. She sighed and looked up at the ceiling. "I can't describe it," she admitted. "There aren't any words good enough to describe it, none that I can think of anyways."

Alex looked at her for a moment before turning back to the clothes racks. "What on earth gave you such a cockamamie idea?"

Amy grinned at her. "Because you said the Doctor kissed you!" she teased.

Alex about spat and quickly went over everything she had said to Amy. I did NOT say that— she started but then a slight wording caught her attention and she winced. Oh, crap, I DID say that!

Amy clapped her hands triumphantly at the embarrassed look on her friend's face. "I knew it!" she crowed. "When did this happen? And more importantly, why did you not tell me about it? I wouldn't have snogged him if I knew!"

Alex highly doubted that statement but chose not to comment on it. "Not that long ago actually," she confessed. If she didn't come clean right away, Amy would just badger her about it for all of eternity. "He came back when you had your eyes closed because of the Angels and just . . . kissed me."

Amy's eyes glittered. "And how was it?"

Alex blushed in spite of herself. 'Pretty damn good' did nothing to describe it. "Let's just say I don't entirely blame you for wanting to test his kissing skills tonight," she said evasively.

Amy cackled. "Ha! I knew it! 907 years is plenty of time to practice THAT!" She finished her laughing and quickly became serious again, or as serious as she could actually get. "What happened next?"

"Well, he pulled back and when I tried to stop him, he said he had to go." Alex stopped for a moment, reflecting. "He kissed me on the forehead and then he went back and joined River . . . I think."

Amy frowned at her, her brow furrowing. "You think?" she repeated dubiously.

Alex nodded, deciding to let Amy in on her weird suspicions regarding the Doctor during that kiss. "Yeah. It's kinda weird. You probably don't remember but he had lost his—"

"Tweed jacket, I know," Amy interrupted. She gave her a wry look. "I couldn't help but notice how tight that shirt is on him."

Alex gave her a look but continued on. "Anyway, when he came back over to me, I reached out to him and I felt it."

Amy frowned. "But that's impossible. He wasn't wearing it at the flight deck. I wouldn't put it past him to have a spare, but where would he keep it? If he'd had it at the flight deck, he'd have been wearing it."

"Exactly!" Alex exclaimed, pleased that someone else could see this besides her. "I was about to ask him about it and that's when he kissed me."

Amy raised her eyebrows. "Maybe he was trying to shut you up so you wouldn't ask. Or so you'd forget. Or both."

Alex snorted. "Well, he should've known that wouldn't work." She ran a hand through her hair, completely baffled by this puzzle. "He was acting so different. Almost . . . sorrowful. Like something was upsetting him, but he wasn't like that before or after that. It was a one-time thing."

Amy thought for a moment. "What if, and this is going to sound crazy, what if it wasn't him at all, at least not the one we know?"

Alex felt some pieces beginning to click in her head. "You mean . . . like a future version?" she asked.

"Yes! Exactly! I mean, it's not completely impossible . . . is it?"

Alex laughed dryly. "Amy, after all the things we've seen, I think there are very few things that are completely impossible." She stopped and thought for a minute. "But it definitely makes the most sense. If you were going to go back in time to see someone, why? What'd be your motivation behind it?"

Amy mulled over this before answering, "Because something bad had happened in the future to whomever you were seeing. Or something was about to happen to you."

Alex swallowed thickly. This last possibility seemed to be the most likely. If something bad was going to happen to a future version of the Doctor, what about herself and Amy? Something in the future had to be affecting them as well. "He must've come back because in the future, something big and bad is happening and it affects all of us. Maybe . . . maybe he meant to put this little seed in our minds so we'd know what to expect when that future occurs."

Amy nodded, trying to keep up with her logic. "Or so we can figure out an alternative to the future."

"He told you to remember something that he told you when you were seven," Alex recalled. She began pacing, trying to make all of this information form into a clear and concise picture. "Are you positive that there was nothing he specifically told you to remember?"

Amy wearily shook her head. "Nothing other than to trust him, and I'm pretty sure he wouldn't travel back in time to tell me that."

Alex gave her a doubtful look. "You never know," she said, her voice almost matching River Song's whenever she said something cryptic. "Trust can mean a lot to people. Sometimes it's the only thing that will make them act on something."

"Perhaps," Amy conceded. She turned her head to look at the wardrobe room door and, satisfied that no one was there, turned back. "Well, we can't really worry about a future we don't know much about. What do we do in the meantime?"

Alex sighed. She wished she could ask the Doctor what he thought, but she had a strange suspicion that if she did that, it would cause even more problems. "I think that for now, we keep all of this quiet from the Doctor. I hate to say it, but I agree with one thing that River said today; it can be dangerous to know your own future before you experience it. It can make people rash, make them volatile, make them so desperate to change it that they end up making things worse. As far as the Doctor is concerned, we sat there quietly in the clearing until all the clerics disappeared. As far as he knows, you got so scared by the Angel in your mind that you decided to kiss him." Amy looked like she wanted to object at this, but a glare from Alex silenced her.

"In the meantime," she continued, "we watch. There might be some clues hinting to what might happen in the future. We can prepare for it and maybe lead the Doctor in the right direction when the time occurs. For now, we act as normally as possible and watch and wait."

"Watch and wait," Amy repeated. "Okay, got it." She was silent for a moment when something suddenly occurred to her and she grinned. "Still doesn't explain one thing though."

Alex gave her a surprised look. "What thing?"

"Why the Doctor kissed you," Amy smiled.

Alex rolled her eyes. "For God's sakes, Amy! We don't know what kind of future he was coming from! People do stupid things when crazy and awful events happen to them!"

"Maybe he thought it was his last chance to kiss you before whatever happened," Amy mused, ignoring Alex's protests. "Maybe he's in love with you too!"

"All of this wedding business has made you positively loony," Alex retorted. "Everywhere you look now, there's romance and passion when it's really just some guy arguing with his boss about being late for work."

"You just don't want to admit you like him like that!" Amy declared. Noticing Alex's stubborn silence, she cockily smiled. "I KNEW it! I knew it! I have an eye for these things!"

"Would you turn that eye into making sure you get those clothes on before we pick up Rory?" Alex asked, beginning to make her way towards the doors. "I need to go find the Doctor before he goes off. Knowing him, he'll do something completely ridiculous, like crash Rory's stag or something."

But Amy wasn't having that. Quick as a wink, she grabbed Alex's wrist and flung her down in front of a small mirrored vanity that hadn't been there a few moments before. Alex sent a suspicious look up at the ceiling and the TARDIS murmured in reply. It almost sounded like she agreed with Amy and was determined to get Alex to realize it as well. "Amy, what are you—"

"If you're going to make me get changed so Rory will gawk at me and make me realize why I am engaged to him, then I'm making sure another member of our party will do the same to you."

Alex felt her blood pulse, knowing that there was no way she could get out of this, no matter how hard she tried. "Amy—" she tried again, but once again, her friend cut her off.

"Don't object! You're not getting out of this!" Amy quickly dug around in a rack of dresses. "Now, I think red looks good on you, but we should really find something to accent those eyes of yours. . ."

Alex sighed in defeat and slumped back in her chair. "Remind me again why I'm friends with you?"

Amy smirked. "Because I haven't collected a single rent payment since the day you moved in despite your attempts to force the money on me and because you love me."

Alex sighed, knowing that all of this was very, very true.

A/N: Wow, Alex gets REALLY jealous, doesn't she? I'd be afraid to get in a fight with her over the Doctor, lol. Don't worry, there's PLENTY more jealousy to come! And tomorrow, we start 'Vampires in Venice'. Yay! Lots planned for that, including a very-angry Doctor? Hmm. . .:)

Notes on reviews. . .

rycbar15 - Here's the chapter you couldn't wait for! Hope it didn't disappoint!

ElysiumPhoenix - So much for Amy not kissing him. That was kinda shot to hell, huh? But at least Alex put her in her place. :) And don't worry. I will say that from here on out, Amy will be much more in tune with the Doctor and Alex's interactions than she has been. :)

Gwilwillith - A bit of tension, but not too much. I'll admit that I'm not much of an angst writer, but I'm working on that. :)

Thank you to rycbar15, ElysiumPhoenix, Gwilwillith, and Lynn Kyzar for reviewing and thank you to those who followed/favored this story. Please review and see you tomorrow!