A/N: Alex's outfit for this chapter can be found on my Tumblr, under the name 'darksideofparis'.

Alex's eyes slowly fluttered open. She squinted slightly in the sunlight streaming through her bedroom window. Rolling over to escape it, her eyes traveled over to her digital alarm clock just as it beeped. She groaned. It was eight thirty, on Amy and Rory's wedding day, no less.

Alex reached an arm out to turn it off, resisting the urge to throw it against the wall. She had done that once and it had broken. It had been hell trying to fix it before she ultimately gave in and bought an expensive new one.

Alex rolled onto her back and stared up at the ceiling. She had to be ready by eleven thirty, which wouldn't be a problem. She also had to help Amy get ready, which also wouldn't be a problem. Then she had to go to the church and make sure everyone was there and ready and that Mitchell, Amy's cousin who had been recruited as a groomsman as a family obligation, wasn't drunk like he had been at the rehearsal dinner.

Then, the wedding, which would be beautiful, of course. She was glad Rory's cousin's wife Lydia had taken care of the church details. After the wedding and formal pictures, she would then have to run out to the rehearsal hall and make sure everything was ready there. Alex grimaced, thinking about how she would have to arrange the bar, make sure everyone's place-cards were in the correct spots, that the salsa band had gotten paid since, according to Rory, they never had been, along with a gazillion other details.

But once the wedding party arrived, she could relax and eat the delicious marble cake with the white-chocolate frosting and sugar roses she had been fantasizing about ever since that one time she had gone cake-tasting with Amy. She could also get drunk on champagne and dance into the wee hours of the night. She really hoped Amy didn't try to set anyone up with her. Alex knew she was already going to have to try and avoid Rory's sleazy friend Ricky like the plague. She could seriously see that guy raping some girl in a dark alley somewhere. Too bad the Doctor wasn't coming. He could have warded off any possible suitors. . .

Alex bolted upright. Wait, did she just think of the Doctor? The bowtie wearing, grinning, possibly mad alien who lived in a bigger on the inside time-machine called the TARDIS? THAT Doctor?! Alex clapped a hand over her mouth to keep from screaming. The Doctor! She remembered him! She remembered him and all their travels from Churchill's bunker, to the Byzantium, the Dream Lord, the Silurian's, Apollo 23, the Pandorica, all of it!

Alex jumped out of bed and ran over to the window. She looked out into the yard anxiously, waiting to see the TARDIS materialize and the Doctor jump out, properly dressed for the wedding, and calling up and asking her to be his date. But there was nothing.

Alex frowned and stepped away from the window. Shouldn't the Doctor be here now? She remembered him, so shouldn't he come back into existence? Alex shuddered and went over to the foot of her bed. A large trunk she had gotten at the local flea market was resting there. Alex unlocked it and lifted the lid. She dug through old copies of People and Soap Opera Digest for a few moments before finally pulling out her little white diary.

She flipped it open. That was weird. None of her entries from her time with the Doctor were there. The diary was supposed to only have five pages left in it. Now, the majority were completely blank. Alex glanced through, looking for her hastily scribbled recounts of the Star Whale and Liz 10 and cruddy drawings of Daleks and Talerians. Nothing. She shut it. How was this possible? What was going on?

Alex returned the diary to its proper place and shut the trunk. She couldn't explain it. She could remember the Doctor after he was supposed to be erased from the universe, but yet he wasn't here. All mentions of him in her diary were just gone. Alex ran a hand through her hair. "I hate it when I don't know things," she muttered.

She quickly stood. She'd go talk to Amy about it. Amy, even if she couldn't explain it either, would at least be able to offer support. Alex got to the door when she heard a startled yelp from Amy's room next door. Curious, Alex inched over and pressed her ear to the wall. The walls in this house were notoriously thin. Alex had stopped counting the number of times she had blasted her iPod at full volume into her ears when Rory came over to spend time with Amy.

"You're my mum!" Amy audibly cried. "Oh my God. You're my mum!"

"Well, of course I'm your mum," a completely unfamiliar Scottish voice confirmed. Alex jumped back in surprise, but quickly replaced her ear so she could hear the rest of this unbelievable exchange. She heard the clatter of a tray being set down, followed by, "What's the matter with you? And this is your breakfast, which your father made, so feel free to tip it out of the window if it's an atrocity. I'll tell Alex the same thing. Downstairs, ten minutes? Big day!" Alex heard a door close, followed by footsteps going down the hall and down the stairs.

Alex slowly stepped away from the wall. Amy's parents were alive. The Doctor's plan had worked! But. . . Amy seemed surprised to see them. Did she actually remember the Doctor? Alex snatched her robe from the back of her door and rushed downstairs, determined to see all that had changed.

The house certainly looked different. Instead of the slightly tattered house she was familiar with, this version was spic and span. The banister had been dusted, the carpet had been vacuumed, the mirror frame polished, and the wallpaper replaced with a newer version of the old one. The house also smelled different. Instead of slightly burned food and quick puffs of hastily sprayed perfume, Alex could smell bacon cooking and the neat scent of Lemon Pledge. She liked it.

Alex slowly walked to the kitchen. She wasn't sure what to expect. She knew based on Amy's mom's comments that she still lived here, but did they like her? Sharon hadn't, but that was different. If the timelines were the same here, Alex had already lived here for two years. Were they anxious for her to move out?

Alex stepped into the kitchen. Standing by the stove was a nice-looking older woman with short red hair, wearing an apron over her clothes. She was humming cheerfully as she flipped some eggs. She turned to move a pan to the other side of the stove when she caught sight of Alex.

"Alex!" she cried delightedly, rushing forward and pulling the surprised American into a hug. She pulled back and looked at her. "Oh, you are beautiful."

Despite only having just met, Alex found herself liking this woman. "Prettier than our lovely bride?" she smirked.

The woman laughed and playfully swatted her arm. "Oh, stop it! Breakfast is ready, although whether you'll want to eat any is another matter."

Alex spotted a plate of bacon and picked up a piece. She bit into it. "Not bad," she admitted. "Little dry though. Not like I could do better, though."

"After Amy banned you from using the stove?" Mrs. Pond laughed. "Good luck."

A whistling suddenly sounded from the hall and in came an older man with red hair. Alex knew instantly this had to be Amy's dad. "Morning, Alex," he greeted, ruffling her hair a little.

Alex laughed and moved out of his reach. "Good morning, Mr. Pond," she said back, not really sure what else to say.

Beside her, Mrs. Pond snorted and shook her head. Her husband paused in the doorway to the living room. "Alex, how many times have we told you? Don't call us that! It makes us feel old!"

"Speak for yourself," Mrs. Pond teased.

"It's 'Augustus' and 'Tabetha' to you," Augustus mock-scolded Alex, shaking the book he was carrying at her.

Alex grinned. She liked Amy's parents. "Yes, sir!" she nodded, saluting him.

Augustus laughed and headed into the living room. Alex leaned back against the counter and stuck the rest of her bacon in her mouth. "So," she said once she finished chewing, "how's the future Mrs. Williams this morning?"

Tabetha was about to answer when there came a sudden thudding from the stairs. "Ask her yourself," she replied as her daughter came rushing into the room.

"Amy," Alex called as her friend hurried past them and into the living room.

"Ah, Amelia," Augustus greeted. "I fear I may have been using the same joke book as the best man."

"You're my tiny little dad!" Amy cried.

Alex and Tabetha exchanged looks, Alex hoping hers looked as baffled as Tabetha's did. Tabetha went to stand in the doorway to the living room, Alex looking over her shoulder. "Amelia, why are you behaving as if you've never seen us before?" Tabetha questioned.

Amy shook her head. She seemed unsure and also a little stunned. "I don't know," she said weakly. "It's just. . ." She trailed off, not able to explain it. Then she spotted Alex over her mom's shoulder.

"Alex!" she cried, rushing forward and grabbing Alex's arm. "Come with me!"

"Whoa!" Alex gasped as she was pulled forward out of the room and up the stairs. "Amelia! Amelia, you're popping my shoulder blade!" She was led into Amy's bedroom and released. Alex fell back on the bed. "What's up?" she asked as Amy shut the door.

Amy whirled around to face her. "Alex, do you feel like there's something missing, something huge, and that it's important that it be here?"

She must be referring to the Doctor, Alex thought. She felt sad that Amy couldn't remember him, but also a burning curiosity on why she herself could remember him. It's didn't make sense. Aloud, she said, "Um, I'm not sure."

Amy sighed and muttered something under her breath that sounded like 'you're no help'. She grabbed her phone from where it was charging on the nightstand and dialed a number into it.

"Hello!" Rory's voice called out.

"Do you feel like you've forgotten something really important?" Amy asked in greeting. "Do you feel like there's a great big thing in your head, and you feel like you should remember it, but you can't?"

A pause and then, "Yep."

"He's only saying that because he's scared of you!" Alex laughed.

"Are you just saying yes because you're scared of me?" Amy asked.

"Yep," Rory confirmed.

Amy smiled a little. "I love you."

"Yep. Er, I mean, I love you too!"

Alex snorted. "Smooth, Rory!" she called out.

"Shut up, Alex," Rory retorted.

Alex snickered and turned away to give Amy some privacy. She looked around the room. It looked the same as she remembered, only there were now a few photos of Amy's parents on the dresser, the giant crack on the wall was gone, and the room smelled of air freshener, not cheap perfume which the girls had tended to use before adults lived in the house again.

And, much to Alex's surprise, one thing hadn't changed. On the desk and chest next to the bed were the same TARDIS models and Doctor dolls that had always been there. Alex leaned over and picked up one of the dolls. She smiled as she played with the brown yarn used to make hair. She wondered how the Doctor would react if he saw all this. The last time he had been in the room, Amy had tried to kiss him, so he probably wasn't paying much attention to her little Doctor shrine.

"Alex, what are you doing?" Amy asked, sitting down beside her.

"Oh, nothing," Alex pretended to dismiss. She had a feeling she could get Amy to remember the Doctor back into existence, but she had to do it carefully. Forcing Amy to try and remember him wouldn't work. "Just admiring your dolls."

Amy burst out laughing. "Pretty crappy, aren't they?" she asked. She tugged at a piece of the doll's hair, the yarn breaking off to lie limp in her hand.

"You didn't think so when you were seven," Alex reminded her.

Amy nodded. "Yeah." She was silent for a moment when she abruptly said, "Alex, tell me honestly. You were the first person to believe I wasn't crazy when I told you about. . ." She paused, her brow crinkling as she tried to remember the Doctor's name. "My imaginary friend. Do you think he was real?"

Alex didn't even hesitate. "Absolutely. And Amy, a good friend once told me that not everything is forgotten. Sometimes, you just have to think hard enough, and then you'll remember it."

Amy stared at her. "I don't understand. What are you talking about?"

"Never mind." Alex put the Doctor doll into the pocket of her robe and stood up, quickly pulling Amy up as well. "Now come on! We have to get you ready for a wedding!"

~Living the Life of Ally~

The wedding had been gorgeous. Alex had cried, though she would never admit it. As Amy and Rory greeted the wedding guests outside the church, Alex hurriedly went over to her car. She slid into the front seat and peeked at her reflection in the mirror.

She looked gorgeous, several jealous bridesmaids muttering she looked prettier than the bride herself. Alex's hair had been pulled back into a high ponytail with a bejeweled hair tie. Her eyes had been painted a mixture of pinks and golds with the thinnest amount of mascara and eyeliner. Her cheeks were a light rose and her lips were painted light pink. She wore a spaghetti-strapped light pink dress with a full skirt and a black ribbon around the waist, gold-colored, strappy, high-heeled sandals, tiny gold stud earrings, and a small cross necklace which had once belonged to her mother.

Alex cranked the engine and sped out of the church parking lot. The reception hall was only about a mile away, but Alex didn't go there. She needed time to think. Alex turned her car into a wooded area and aimlessly drove as the radio belted out a Mariah Carey song.

Amy still didn't remember the Doctor. Neither did Rory, though Alex hadn't been surprised by that. As far as Alex could gather, Amy still had an imaginary friend, the Doctor, but she really couldn't remember him and most everyone preferred not to think about him. Amy had still gone to a bunch of psychiatrists in this reality, though whether she had bitten all of them or not was unknown.

Alex felt tears come to her eyes and she quickly pulled the car to a stop. She was in the middle of a dirt lane, fields on both sides. One of them contained sunflowers. Alex bit her lip, thinking of Vincent. If the Doctor didn't exist here, Vincent had never known of his future success as an artist. Ally's Roses didn't exist.

She shuddered and reached for her purse. Unzipping it, she pulled out the Doctor doll. If Amy didn't remember him, this was the only thing that let Alex know he was once real.

She kissed the doll on the head. Was the Doctor okay? What was the Void exactly? Was it like Hell? Alex bit her lip. She hoped he was okay. She placed the doll on her lap. She had to get Amy to remember that wonderful, crazy, impossible man. She just had to.

Checking her watch, Alex realized she needed to get out to the reception hall and make sure everything was in place before the rest of the wedding party arrived. She switched the ignition on and put the car into reverse, trying to focus on insane wedding details, but failing miserably.

~Living the Life of Ally~

Alex leaned back in her chair and took a long sip of champagne, almost draining the glass. She was sitting at a long table in the back of the only reception hall in Leadworth with the rest of the wedding party. All around the room were a bunch of smaller tables where wedding guests were seated, laughing and chatting excitedly. Alex, however, was trying to get insanely drunk. It seemed to be her best and only option at the moment.

To recap, Ricky the Sleaze had hit on her a grand total of four times and even tried to grab her ass until Alex 'accidentally' dug her heel into his shin, Rory's father had been unable to make the wedding and reception because of salmonella poisoning, Amy's cousin Rebecca had called Alex a 'shallow American Barbie', Alex had told Ricky the Sleaze that Rebecca liked him as revenge, and Amy still didn't remember the Doctor. And now, her father was getting ready to make a long father-of-the-bride speech.

Needless to say, it was no wonder that Alex thought getting drunk was a very, very good idea.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" a man Alex recognized as Amy's uncle Mark called out. "Ladies and gentlemen, the father of the bride, Augustus Pond!"

Glasses clinked and cheers erupted as Augustus stood up, pen and paper in hand. "Sorry, everyone," he apologized over the noise. "I'll be another two minutes. I'm just reviewing certain aspects."

Tabetha rolled her eyes. "Your father, Amelia, will be the absolute death of me," she complained. "Unless, of course, I strike pre-emptively."

Amy laughed heartily. Alex watched her. She looked beautiful in her white strapless wedding dress, her veil shimmering over her red tresses. Much to Alex's surprise, Amy hadn't complained once about the red stiletto heels she was wearing. Alex and Rory had a bet going on how long it would be until Amy took them off and so far, Rory was winning.

Alex gulped down the rest of her glass as her gaze traveled around the room. As her eyes passed over the windows, she caught sight of sudden movement. Her eyes zipped back over just in time to see none other than River Song walking past. Her eye caught Alex's and she winked before looking over to Amy. Alex turned, thrilled to see that Amy had noticed her as well.

Amy stood up, staring at the now vacant window. Rory looked over at her. "Amy? You okay?" he asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Amy murmured, obviously not fine as she sat back down.

"Slutty poodle," Alex muttered just loud enough for Amy to hear.

Amy's head turned to look at her. "What did you say?"

Alex put on her best innocent-looking face. "Nothing. Nothing at all."

Rory eyed her empty glass. "Alex, are you drunk?"

Alex glared at him. "No!" she cried sharply. "I was aiming, though."

Rory shook his head and grabbed her champagne glass. "I'm cutting you off," he muttered, rolling his eyes.

Alex ignored him. "You sure you're okay, Ames?" she asked, trying not to let excitement creep into her voice. Amy had to be remembering the Doctor a little by now. She had seen River for Christ's sake!

"I'm fine," Amy insisted, but she didn't sound so sure. In fact, a tear slid down her cheek.

"Right," Rory said slowly, his eyes noticing the tear and following its path down Amy's face. "Um . . . you're crying."

Amy sniffled a little and touched her cheek. "So I am," she mused, pulling her fingertips away to examine the water now stained on them. "Why am I doing that?"

"Because you're happy, probably," Rory guessed, smiling hopefully. "Happy Mrs. Rory. Happy, happy, happy."

Sounds like a drug, Alex thought as she swiped a champagne glass off a passing waiter's tray. She wisely stayed silent as she listened to her friends' conversation.

"No," Amy corrected, her head shaking slightly and a few more tears boiling up in her eyes. "I'm sad. I'm really, really, sad."

"Great," Rory choked out, clearly upset.

"Not like that Rory," Alex assured him, patting him on the arm.

Rory looked at her questioningly. "Why is she sad then?"

"Why am I sad?" Amy echoed. She looked around, only for her eyes to fall on a familiar blue book in front of Rory. "What's that?"

"Oh, er, someone left it for you," Rory said as he handed it to her. "A woman."

"But what is it?" Amy asked as she flipped through the book.

"It's a book."

"Diary," Alex corrected, calmly taking a sip of champagne.

"It's blank," Amy pointed out.

"It's a present," Rory argued just as Alex said, "At the moment, it is."

Amy frowned as she caught Alex's sentence. She leaned forward and swiped Alex's glass out of her hand. "Alex, either you are incredibly drunk right now, or you know something that I don't." Amy's eyes narrowed in an attempt to intimidate her. "Talk. Now."

Alex smiled brightly and calmly reached behind her to pull her hair down from its ponytail. "Well, you know the old wedding saying, Amy," she said as she fluffed her hair and put the hair tie around her wrist. "Something old, something new, something borrowed, and something . . . blue."

Amy blinked. Alex could tell that the saying was stirring something in her brain. Amy slowly sat back down in her chair, her fingers running over the cover of River's diary. She slowly looked ahead as her father stood back up.

"Ready now," Augustus announced. "Sorry about that. Last minute adjustments to certain aspects. Now then, it hardly seems a year since. . ."

Alex tuned his speech out, instead choosing to watch Amy. Amy was also ignoring her father's speech, her eyes instead roaming over the crowd. Alex followed her gaze as Amy spotted one of the guests wearing a bowtie, and then another one wearing suspenders. Amy then turned to look at Alex herself, watching as her friend's eyes switched from honey colored to dark green. She looked down at the book, a tear falling and staining the cover.

". . .at the age of six and announced that the new head teacher wasn't real because she looked like a cartoon."

"Shut up, Dad!" Amy snapped, standing up and looking out into the crowd, but not really seeing them.

"Amy?" Rory asked, concerned.

"Amelia?" Augustus questioned.

"Sorry, but shut up, please," Amy begged. She looked out into the crowd intently. "There's someone missing. Someone important. Someone so, so important."

Now she's getting it! Alex cheerfully thought. She put her champagne glass down and leaned forward excitedly.

"Amy, what's wrong?" Rory asked seriously.

"Sorry." Amy cleared her throat, Augustus reluctantly sitting down again. "Sorry, everyone. But when I was a kid, I had an imaginary friend."

"Oh no," Tabetha groaned. "Not this again."

"The raggedy Doctor," Amy continued, ignoring her. "My raggedy Doctor. But he wasn't imaginary, he was real."

"The psychiatrists we sent her to!" Tabetha sighed.

"Tabetha, with all due respect, be quiet," Alex said. She stood, ignoring everyone's shocked looks, and stepped over to Amy. "Keep going, Amy," she urged. She removed a hand from behind her back and lifted up the doll she had kept in her lap all throughout the reception. "You're doing great."

Amy looked at her for a moment before breaking out into a grin and nodding. "I remember you," she said, turning back out to the crowd. "I remember! I brought the others back, I can bring you home, too. Raggedy man, I remember you, and you are late for my wedding!"

As she spoke, the room began shaking a little, the glasses on the tables gently rattling. A breeze blew throughout the room, blowing Amy and Alex's hair behind them. "I found you!" Amy cried. "I found you in words, like you knew I would! That's why you told me the story; the brand new, ancient blue box. Oh, clever! Very clever!"

"Amy, what is it?" Rory demanded.

"It's like Alex said," Amy told him. "Something old. Something new. Something borrowed. Something blue."

Right at that moment, the sound of the TARDIS engines whirled in the air and the majestic blue box materialized in the middle of the dance floor.

"It's the Doctor!" Rory shouted, standing up. "How did we forget the Doctor? I was plastic! He was the stripper at my stag!" Noticing the baffled looks from some of the wedding guests, he added, "Long story."

Amy hiked up her wedding dress and climbed over the table to run over to the TARDIS. Rory ran around the table to join her, but Alex merely leaned forward in excitement, the doll resting on the table in front of her.

Amy knocked rapidly on the TARDIS doors. "Okay, Doctor! Did I surprise you this time?"

The door swung open and out stepped the Doctor. It was all Alex could do to keep from screaming in euphoria or shouting out something like 'Thank you, God' even though it seemed suitable for the circumstances. She looked the Doctor up and down. He was dressed to the nines in a black tux, white shirt, white bowtie, white scarf, and a black top-hat. As was typical of him, he made it work.

"Uh, yeah," he smirked, showing he really wasn't surprised. "Completely astonished. Never expected that. How lucky I happened to be wearing this old thing. Hello, everyone! I'm Amy's imaginary friend. But I came anyway." He then looked around, seeing only Amy and Rory. "Hang on, wait, there were three of you. Amy, I told you to look out for her! Alexandria Nicole Locke! Show yourself!"

"Hello, Doc!" Alex called, directing his attention to the back of the room. He felt his hearts skip a beat as he looked at Alex. She looked beautiful, rivaling Amy actually. She was dressed in a short, pink strapped dress with a black sash and a hem that stopped just above her knees. He watched as she calmly stepped up onto the table and hopped down, before rushing over to him.

"You are such a liar," Alex proclaimed the second she was by his side.

"Rule One," he reminded her. "The Doctor lies."

"How could you not tell me?" Alex demanded. "I was sobbing all over you when I thought you were going to be forgotten forever!" She didn't even notice some of the wedding guests looking shocked at this. Alex? Crying over someone? Had this whole world gone mad?

"Well, I wasn't sure it would work," the Doctor admitted.

"No kidding! I've been dropping hints to Amy all day!"

"Why didn't you just tell me straight away?" Amy bemoaned.

Alex arched an eyebrow at her. "Would that have worked? Forcing you to remember?"

Amy shrugged, silently saying probably not. "Well, now that that's settled. . ." Amy strutted forward and smirked at the Doctor. She was itching to tease him a little and she wanted to see if he would finally admit his feelings for Alex now. She had discovered weddings did things to people, weird, crazy things. "You absolutely, definitely may kiss the bride." She puckered her lips, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

"Amy!" Alex cried, feeling the familiar burn of jealousy make its way through her system.

The Doctor frowned and put a finger over her lips, standing a good distance away from her. "Amelia, from now on, I shall be leaving the kissing duties to the brand new Mr. Pond." He removed his finger from her lips and wiped it on Rory's jacket disdainfully.

Rory frowned. "No, I'm not Mr. Pond," he protested. "That's not how it works."

The Doctor looked at him seriously. "Yeah, it is," he insisted.

"It's true," Alex agreed. "I'm surprised you haven't figured that one out already."

Rory sighed, resigned. "Yeah, it is."

"Right then, everyone!" the Doctor declared, moving back towards the TARDIS. "I'll move my box. You're going to need the space. I only came for the dancing."

"Care for some company, Doc?" Alex asked, stepping up beside him. She doubted that he was leaving, but she had thought she had lost him. She didn't want to stray too far away from him.

Luckily for her, the Doctor felt the same way. His time in the Void had been spent thinking of nothing but Alex. Now that he was right next to her again, he didn't want to leave her side. "I'd be honored, Ally," he smiled.

There was a collective sucking in of breath throughout the room at this. Everyone waited for an explosive response from Alex, but surprisingly, she giggled. "Thanks, Doc!" With a swish of her skirt, she stepped inside the TARDIS, as if she completely and totally belonged there.

~Living the Life of Ally~

"Oh. My. God." Alex grabbed her champagne glass and sucked all the contents down. "Dear God, make him stop!"

Amy laughed at her as she continued to dance with the Doctor. Alex couldn't believe what she was seeing. The Doctor was horrible at dancing. His current movements reminded her of some kind of drunk giraffe. She couldn't understand how he had danced so well in Rio and how he was rubbish here.

"You're terrible!" Amy told him. "That is embarrassing! Look, Alex is trying to get drunk so she can avoid seeing it!"

The Doctor looked over and watched as Alex downed another glass of champagne. He frowned. He still vividly remembered Alex's drunken babble in Rio. "Have you ever seen Alex drunk?" he asked Amy as they walked over to her.

Amy thought for a moment. "Once. But I don't really remember. I was drunk, too."

By this point, they had reached Alex. Alex was perched up on a bar stool, her long legs swinging. "Hello, Doc. Hello, Mrs. Williams!" she greeted. She didn't sound drunk, but one never could be completely sure.

The Doctor reached over and snatched her glass out of her hand. "How many of these things have you had?" he asked, examining the bubbling liquid inside with a critical expression.

Alex shrugged. "A few. Don't worry, I'm fine."

"Good. I still remember all your drunken babble in Rio."

"Oh, right," Alex winced. "Did I ever apologize to you properly for that? 'Cause if not, I'm sorry."

"You're fine, Ally," the Doctor dismissed.

"Good." There was a short pause and then, "What the bloody hell was that?!"

Amy snickered while the Doctor looked at her, confused. "What the bloody hell was what?"

"Those moves you were doing that you call dancing!" Alex retorted.

The Doctor rolled his eyes. "Oh, come on! I'm not that bad."

Amy and Alex snorted. "Hate to break it to you, Doc, but you are."

The Doctor looked down at her challengingly. "And I suppose you could do better?"

Alex crossed her arms and hopped down from her stool. "Oh, I know I can do better," she retorted. "Remember Rio?"

The Doctor smiled. "Vividly."

"You know," Alex said thoughtfully, "we never really did do any more dancing after that one time." Behind her, Amy looked at her questioningly, but the two ignored her.

"We did get a little busy," the Doctor reflected.

"Alien invasions and meeting Vincent Van Gogh tend to do that to a person," Alex commented.

"What are you two talking about?" Amy demanded as Rory came up behind her.

"What's up?" he asked her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close so that her back was pressed up against his chest.

"I'm not sure," Amy admitted.

"Then it's settled!" Alex declared.

The Doctor blinked. Did they just agree to something? He didn't remember agreeing to anything! "What's settled?"

Alex smiled impishly at him. "Don't worry, you'll see," she said mysteriously. Before the Doctor could try and get answers out of her, Alex had darted off, heading towards the salsa band seated in a corner of the room.

"What's she doing?" Rory asked.

"I don't know," the Doctor started to reply but right then, a familiar song began playing. The Doctor grinned as he recognized the familiar Latin drumbeat with Spanish words being called out over it. "Actually," he laughed, "I think she wants me to dance with her."

Alex ran back over to them. Gathering her hair up in a ponytail, she stepped up to the Doctor and smirked at him. "Doctor, would you do me the honor?" She reached up and removed his top-hat, setting it on the table. She pulled on his scarf and dragged him out to the dance floor, answering her request for him.

"You're very persistent, aren't you?" the Doctor observed.

"It's one of my best qualities," Alex shrugged. "Now, stop stalling! Let's see if you've still got those moves." She carefully moved him into position and once the beat got faster, they began.

Alex began by rolling her hips, her shoulders bopping a little in time with the music. She began moving backwards, the Doctor following along. Just like last time, he focused on her bright, confident eyes as he startled twirling her around.

Alex twirled around so fast, she thought her head would spin. The Doctor expertly led her back into his arms only to twirl her back in another direction. Her dress spun around her and she was glad she had put her hair back in a ponytail. It was bopping around everywhere.

The Doctor twirled her around some more and once Alex came back into his arms, he lifted her up. Alex immediately wrapped a leg around his and, getting daring, lifted one long leg straight up into the air, grateful that she was wearing shorts underneath her dress. It was surprisingly easy. The crowd gasped and Amy and Rory's jaws dropped.

"Impressive," the Doctor murmured, before quickly releasing her, forcing Alex to quickly lower her leg and unwrap her other leg from his. The Doctor led her backwards, Alex following. And just when she least expected it, he dipped her.

Alex giggled as he lifted her back up and began rapidly twirling her around again. Alex twirled around five times before being dipped again. As she rose back up, he twirled her around again, this time bringing her into his arms. The music stopped and Alex collapsed against his chest. Her breath was ragged, her heart was racing, and her feet ached, but none of that mattered. She had just danced with the Doctor, her Doctor, and no matter what happened next, nothing was going to ruin this moment.

Everyone gaped in shock at the two before bursting into wild applause. It was unbelievable. Everyone had seen how bad the Doctor danced on his own, but in Alex's arms, he looked eligible to compete on Strictly Come Dancing.

Alex looked up at him as the applause continued. "Not bad, Doc," she teased. "I guess I doubted you for nothing."

"I guess you did," the Doctor smiled, pulling her closer to him.

The two stumbled off the dance-floor as a slower song began playing. Over by the bar, Amy and Rory looked stunned. Amy's jaw was still hanging open and Rory's eyes were wide in disbelief. "Okay!" Amy cried as the two approached. "When did that happen?!"

"Remember Rio?" Alex asked.

Amy thought for a moment. "Yeah, but I don't recall you two dancing at any point during that trip."

Alex blushed. "We kinda sneaked off while you were asleep."

"Why didn't you tell me?" Amy whined. "Do you know how much I would've paid to see that?"

"I don't remember going to Rio," Rory spoke up.

"You wouldn't," the Doctor said quietly. "You were erased at the time."

"Oh." There was a slight uncomfortable pause for a moment. "But in all seriousness," Rory said cheerfully, "you two were good."

"Really, really good," Amy clarified.

The Doctor and Alex blushed. "Thanks," they said.

Around them, couples began drifting to the dance floor, taking advantage of the slow song that was being offered. No one could compete with the Doctor and Alex at salsa dancing. "What do you say, Mr. Pond?" Amy asked, standing up. She lifted a leg and pulled off one of her high-heels. "God, I'm getting sick of these things." She pulled the other shoe off and handed them off to Rory. "Come on, let's go!"

Rory looked over his shoulder as Amy dragged him off. "Twenty quid!" he mouthed, smirking at Alex. Alex groaned while the Doctor frowned at Rory's words.

"Twenty quid?" the Doctor repeated. "What's that about?"

"Rory and I had a bet on how long Amy would wear those killer heels," Alex explained. "Rory won and I owe him twenty quid."

"And does Pond know about this bet?"

Alex gave him a look. "No! And don't you tell her either!"

Alex leaned back against the bar, propping her elbows on the cool tabletop behind her. She watched as a few couples moved to the outskirts of the dance floor and began slowly dancing. In the center of the floor, Rory and Amy were also dancing. Rory had his arms wrapped around Amy's waist, one hand holding her heels. The two's gaze never drifted from the other's eyes.

"Two thousand years," the Doctor murmured, also looking at the pair. "The Boy Who Waited. Good on you, mate."

Alex nodded in agreement. Rory and Amy were a good couple. It had only taken two years, but somehow, she had gotten them together.

~Living the Life of Ally~

"Is my angle right?" Amy asked her husband, glancing over her shoulder at the approaching crowd.

It was time for the traditional tossing of the bouquet. Amy fingered the bouquet of sunflowers as she watched all her single friends and bridesmaids gather in front of the wedding party table. All the women were giggling excitedly, some of them glancing over their shoulder at their male dates, who, in contrast, looked a little apprehensive. Whichever lucky lady caught the bouquet would be pressuring her date to pop the question, and each guy was hoping it wouldn't be their date.

Rory looked around, finally spotting Alex on the outskirts of the crowd. He practically had to drag the girl away from talking to the Doctor just so she could participate. He watched as Alex crossed her arms, glancing over her shoulder at the Doctor, who was hovering by the back door. It looked like he wanted to make a quick getaway and it was highly doubtful Alex would be okay with that.

"Turn a little to your right," Rory advised.

Amy gave him a grateful look. "Thanks," she murmured. She repositioned herself and lifted the bouquet up. "Am I aiming directly at her?"

Rory checked. Amy was almost lined up with Alex, but she was still a few centimeters off. "Can you move a little more?"

"Not without making it obvious," Amy replied. She had been scheming for Alex to catch the bouquet ever since the Doctor returned. Now that she was married, it was time to get her best friend involved with someone. Alex had done so much for her and Rory and helping her realize her feelings for the Doctor was just a small attempt to thank her.

Of course, Alex didn't know of Amy's plan. If she had, she'd have protested loudly and the bridesmaids and other attendees would have called the tossing fixed. Amy didn't really care about them though. All the other girls she knew were shallow and conceited. Alex was the only one here she actually liked.

"It's mostly up to Alex," Rory reported. He was a slightly unwilling participant in Amy's scheme, but was going along with it anyway. He could tell the Doctor and Alex liked each-other more than they said they did and quite frankly, the sexual tension gathering between them was getting annoying. "She's going to have to jump to grab it so that Rebecca doesn't get it."

Amy made a face. "Shrew." She had been informed of Rebecca calling Alex a 'shallow American Barbie' and would have said something to the former about it if she hadn't seen Ricky flirting with her as part of Alex's own revenge scheme.

"Toss it, Amy!" Amy's cousin Olive cried. Olive, aside from having a rather unfortunate name, had a very nasally voice from some nasal condition, making her sound permanently bratty and whiny.

Amy rolled her eyes and readied the bouquet. "Okay, here we go!" she cried, before throwing it over her shoulder in Alex's general direction.

Alex watched the bouquet spin in the air. Out of habit, she held out her arms as the other girls raced to grab it. But shockingly, the bouquet landed right where Amy had intended it to: right in Alex's arms.

There was a gasp among the women and an audible sigh of relief from all the unmarried men. A few women stormed off, muttering about dumb luck. Olive frowned and marched back over to her date, some pressed-up physics major at the University of London, and dragged him out onto the dance floor. Rebecca sneered at Alex.

Alex only stuck her tongue out at her. "Cheer up, Becky," she smirked. "I'm sure you'll get your chance at the next wedding. Seven times the charm, isn't that what they say?" Sadly for Rebecca, this was her sixth time being a bridesmaid.

Rebecca glared at her and stomped her foot before storming over to the bar. "How am I related to that girl?" Amy wondered as she and Rory came up.

"As long as we're questioning things, why are you friends with Mels?" Alex countered. "Ungrateful brat didn't even show up."

Rory shook his head. "Yeah, I think her wedding gift to us was a gift-card to Starbucks."

"She's a good kid!" Amy cried. She was constantly defending Mels, more than she should in Alex's opinion.

"She stole my car!" Alex argued. "And scratched it!"

Amy sighed and rolled her eyes. "Moving on. That was a good catch."

Alex laughed. "Thanks. Though I'm sure you helped in some way."

Amy put on her best innocent and offended face. "I would not! Rory, would I do such a thing?"

"Nope," Rory quickly replied.

"You're just saying that because you're married to her," Alex pointed out.

Rory grinned. He hadn't stopped smiling all night. "And I've never been happier," he affirmed, pulling Amy in to kiss her on the cheek. Amy giggled, something Alex had never heard her do.

"Okay, you two are grossing me out," Alex said, but she was actually happy. It was nice to see her friends so in love. "See you later, lovebirds." Amy and Rory ignored her though, too caught up in their own happiness.

Alex made her way through the still lively crowd. Some of the older guests had already gone home, but the younger crowd remained, determined to make the most of the reception. As Alex made her way through the throng of dancing couples and family members reminiscing about Amy and Rory's adventures as kids, she looked around for the Doctor. She had seen him hovering around the back door, waiting until she turned her back so he could make a quick getaway. But that was not happening. No way. Not after she had almost lost him forever.

Alex played with the petals on one of the sunflowers as she made her way out the door. It was nighttime, the stars twinkling brightly overhead. Somewhere in the distance, an owl hooted. Alex's heels made tiny clicks on the concrete walkway, which stopped as she hopped into the grass.

"Did you dance?" a voice abruptly asked. Alex paused and looked around, not seeing anyone. She was about to dismiss it, when the voice piped up again. "Well, you always dance at weddings, don't you?"

Alex frowned and listened attentively. She recognized that voice. She turned around, coming face-to-face with a large hedge. She knelt down and nudged a few branches away. Sure enough, standing just a small distance away, was River Song. She was standing a little ways away from the Doctor, who was right next to the TARDIS, having been stopped in the process of making a quiet escape.

"You tell me," the Doctor challenged.

River smiled a little. "Spoilers," she replied.

Alex rolled her eyes. That word was so bloody annoying.

The Doctor reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out her diary and vortex manipulator. "The writing's all back, but I didn't peek," he promised as he handed them to her.

"Thank you," River smiled, clutching the book to her heart. Alex's eyes zeroed in on the book. She really wanted to know what was in there. Or did she? Alex thought about this for a moment. Did she really want to know what happened to her in the future? Probably not, she thought. She had told Amy the truth. Knowing your own future was dangerous.

Now, she watched as the Doctor turned. For a brief moment, she thought he was done talking to River, but she then realized he was looking around for something. "Alex!" he called out. "I know you're hiding behind that shrub!"

Alex laughed. She had forgotten about her and the Doctor's chemical connection to each-other. "Okay, guilty as charged," she smirked, stepping out from behind the bush and going over to him.

The Doctor smiled at her, still blown away at how beautiful she looked. "Having a nice time?" he asked, nodding to the bridal bouquet in her hand.

Alex grinned and lifted it up for him to look at. "I caught the bouquet," she shrugged. "With a little help from Amy."

"I wouldn't be surprised," the Doctor said, smiling a little at the sunflower bouquet. He looked up and noticed River watching them. "Are you married, River?" he asked. He was genuinely curious. There had to be someone in River's life.

"Are you asking?" River asked back.

"Yes," he replied, wondering what she was getting at. Beside him, Alex frowned, quickly picking up the double-meaning behind River's counter-question. Oh no. She couldn't possibly. . .

"Yes," River answered.

It was then that the Doctor realized what he had said to River's question and the double-meaning behind it. "No, hang on!" he cried, glancing nervously at Alex. She had figured it out, too, and she didn't look very happy with River. "Did you think I was asking you to marry me, or, or, or, asking if you were married?"

River smirked at him. "Yes."

You know what he meant! Alex mentally screamed. She tightened her grip on the bouquet to keep from strangling River.

"No, but was that yes, or yes?" the Doctor pressed, digging himself into an even deeper hole.

"Yes," River whispered. She looked happy that she was causing the Doctor this much frustration and Alex this much jealously and hatred.

"River," Alex sighed. "Who are you?" It was the million-dollar question, one that Alex wanted answered desperately.

River's face fell and Alex was stunned by the overwhelming sadness that appeared in her eyes. What could cause a person that much sadness? "You're going to find out very soon now," River told them. "And I'm sorry, but that's when everything changes." She touched a button on her manipulator and disappeared.

"What do you think she meant by that?" Alex asked.

The Doctor sighed and shook his head. "I have no idea. Not anything good though."

"I'm getting so tired of her cryptic answers," Alex confessed. She turned around to give him a significant look. "Maybe I'll be better with you."

"What do you mean?"

"Doctor, I was able to remember you when everyone else couldn't. The Atraxi, the Daleks, the Weeping Angels, nearly getting processed on Base Diana, all of it. But Amy and Rory couldn't. How come I could remember you, but I couldn't bring you back?"

The Doctor smiled a little at her. "Oh, Ally, you're brilliant."

"Yeah, I know I'm smart, and thank you, but what I meant was—"

"No, Ally," the Doctor interrupted. He tapped his head, then reached out and tapped hers. "You're brilliant."

Alex frowned. "Sorry, still not getting it."

"Ally, Amy grew up with those cracks in time. You didn't. They may have been around you at some point in your younger years, but you didn't have one in your bedroom whispering the secrets of the universe into your ear every night as you slept. Amy grew up with one of the cracks in her wall, giving her some control over them. Also, her memory of me was much stronger than yours. She's known me ever since she was seven years old. You've known me for two years."

"So, only Amy could remember you because she was actually affected by the cracks in time, which you stepped through?"

"Correct."

Alex nodded. "Okay, I understand that. But how come I could still remember you when you were supposed to be forgotten?"

"Alex, what have I been telling you since the day we met?"

Alex smiled a little. "That my mind is very powerful."

The Doctor nodded. "Exactly. You can't be affected by anything that tries to trick or erase your memories. Me stepping through a crack in time wouldn't do anything to your memories of me. It's like when Rory was erased from existence. You didn't forget him, even though he was a part of your life."

"I guess my mental shields locked down around my memories of you," Alex guessed.

The Doctor chuckled. "You're probably right."

"So . . . what happened when you flew the Pandorica into the exploding TARDIS? If you don't mind my asking."

"It's fine," the Doctor assured her, but he was, in truth, a little hesitant. He would have to recount how he went backwards in time and he knew Alex would quickly figure out he had traveled back to the Byzantium, where he kissed her with no warning. "Well . . . I started traveling backwards through my own timestream. I ended up back in the TARDIS on the day we went to Space Florida."

Alex's brow crinkled as she remembered this. "Yeah. It was just the week before we went to the Pandorica. I was listening to you describe the planet and watching you pilot the TARDIS to try and take my mind off of having to go to the beach. Then . . . I heard you. But . . . you didn't say anything."

The Doctor blushed a little. "I got a little impulsive," he admitted. "I called out to you and Amy."

"You did!" Alex realized. "I heard you! So did Amy. We turned but . . . we couldn't see anything."

"You were squinting though," the Doctor reminded her.

"Yeah, I thought I saw something, like this fuzzy image," Alex said. "But then it just went away. I forgot all about it until you mentioned it."

"I also went back to when you and Amy put Craig's flat ad into the coffee-shop window."

"You called out to us then, too!" Alex cried. "I could almost see you, but you vanished again. Amy said we were seeing things and I agreed because I didn't know what else it could be."

"Right."

"Where did you go next?"

The Doctor was silent for a moment before answering. "The Byzantium oxygen factory."

Alex's eyes widened a little. She knew that had been a future version! Something bad had happened and then . . . the Doctor kissed her. This Doctor, the one standing right in front of her, kissed her. She stepped a little closer to him, wondering if he was going to run off. Surprisingly, he stayed in place.

"That was you," she breathed. "That was you who told Amy to remember what you told her when she was seven. You must've gone from the oxygen factory to Amy when she was a little girl." Alex paused a moment, wondering how to approach her next question. "But before that, you kissed me."

The Doctor ever so slightly nodded. "Yes. I did."

There was a long silence between the two. The only sounds that could be heard were the chirping of crickets and the blast of the latest Pitbull hit from the reception hall. Alex couldn't think of a time when there had been this much silence between them. It was horribly awkward and strange. She swallowed, trying to gather the courage to ask her next question, the one she most wanted to know and the one she was most dreading.

"Why?"

"Well. . ." the Doctor nervously began. What was he supposed to say? He wanted to tell Alex that he had kissed her because he wanted to, because he couldn't live with the knowledge of never having done it with her, and because he wanted to do it in case he was forgotten forever and never got to see her again. The words were on the tip of his tongue, ready to be spilled out, but something was holding him back. He couldn't tell her that. Alex was young, a child compared to him. Even if she did enjoy the kiss – which, based on her actions, she certainly had – he couldn't be with her. He was an old man and she was a fresh-faced twenty-year-old.

As much as he wanted her and needed her, he couldn't have her. She'd leave him one day and he didn't think he'd ever recover from that. It was better for everyone, better for him, better for her, if he didn't tell her. If he lied.

"Well, you were about to reveal that I was a future version," the Doctor babbled nervously. "Amy couldn't know. So, I had to distract you somehow."

Alex felt her heart twist. It had been a ruse? Well, she had suspected that, but it felt like so much more than that. "Oh. Um. . . Okay."

The Doctor bit his lip as he saw Alex trying to hide her reaction. She looked a little disappointed and heartbroken. "Ally—"

"No," Alex said quickly, cutting him off. He didn't have feelings for her. That was okay. She could deal with that. Even if she felt attracted to him, she just had to keep doing what she had been doing. She had to keep hiding it. Besides, maybe it was better this way. A real relationship between them could never work out. He could live almost forever, while she could only live about eighty years. This was for the best. "No," she continued. "It's fine. I understand. Completely."

"You do?"

Alex nodded. "Yeah, I mean, it would create a paradox or something if I blurted that there was another you there. You did what you had to do, right?"

The Doctor nodded quickly, his top-hat almost falling off. "Yes!" he affirmed, reaching up to steady his hat. "Absolutely!"

Alex nodded. "Yeah, I mean, what did you think I meant? That I like you or have feelings for you or something? Because I don't."

"You don't?" the Doctor asked. That was good, but also disappointing. "I mean . . . good! Yeah, 'cause I don't either."

"Great," Alex nodded.

But they were both lying and they knew it.

"Oi!" an irate voice suddenly called out, breaking the awkward moment. The two turned to see Amy rushing towards them, Rory just a little ways behind her. "Where are you off to?" she asked the Doctor. "We haven't even had a snog in the shrubbery yet!"

"Amy!" Rory and Alex scolded while the Doctor took that moment to unlock the TARDIS door and step inside.

"Shut up!" Amy retorted, following the Doctor. "It's my wedding!"

"Our wedding," Rory corrected, him and Alex heading in behind her.

"Sorry, you two!" the Doctor called down from his position on the central platform. "Shouldn't have slipped away. Bit busy, you know?"

"You just saved the whole of space and time," Rory reminded him as he, Amy, and Alex joined him by the console. "Take the evening off! Maybe a bit of tomorrow."

"Space and time isn't safe yet," the Doctor corrected. He took his hat and scarf off and placed them on hooks near the console before beginning to pace. "The TARDIS exploded for a reason. Something drew the TARDIS to this particular date, and blew it up. Why? And why now?"

Just as he finished talking, the console phone rang. "Doctor?" Alex called out. "Your phone's ringing."

The Doctor nodded and stepped over to it. "The Silence, whatever it is, is still out there, and I have to. . ." He picked up the phone. "Excuse me a moment. Hello? Oh, hello! I'm sorry, this is a very bad line." There was a pause and the Doctor frowned. "No, no, no, but that's not possible," he protested. "She was sealed into the seventh Obelisk. I was at the prayer meeting. Well, no, I get that it's important. An Egyptian goddess loose on the Orient Express . . . in space. Give us a mo."

He lowered the phone and turned to Amy, Rory, and Alex. "Sorry, something's come up. This will have to be goodbye."

Alex frowned. No matter that he said he didn't have feelings for her, she still didn't want to leave him!

"Yeah," Amy said slowly. "I think it's goodbye." She turned to look at Rory and Alex significantly. "Do you think it's goodbye?"

"Definitely goodbye," Rory agreed.

Suddenly, Alex caught on to what they were doing. "Oh, absolutely," she agreed. "It is time for goodbye."

The Doctor watched as the three humans rushed down to the doors. Amy threw them open. "Goodbye!" she shouted.

"Bye!" Alex called out, Rory waving a little behind her.

"Goodbye," Amy murmured, looking around at the tiny English village she called home. But she knew she wasn't going to miss it. The biggest adventure of her life was about to begin.

Alex grinned. She felt the same way as Amy. Why would anyone want a normal, peaceful, boring life when they could have a huge, exciting one? She and Amy turned to look at each-other, identical smiles on their faces and mischievous twinkles in their eyes.

Alex shut the doors and the three humans hurried back up to the console. "Don't worry about a thing, Your Majesty," the Doctor said into the phone, smirking at them. "We're on our way."

A/N: So . . . no romantic declarations here. *hides behind desk to avoid sharp objects* But it WILL happen! And when it does, everything will truly kick off. :) On the bright side, a LOT of fluff in this chapter! The salsa dancing returned! :)

Some notes on reviews. . .

dream lighting - They'll admit they have feelings for each-other . . . eventually. And Alex was okay when the Pandorica closed! :)

ShadowTeir - Yeah, I liked writing the kissing scene from his point of view. :) Yep, she remembered him! :)

Timey-Wimey Somn-Like Lass - Oh God, 60 chapters?! I cannot believe it. Speaking of parties, this chapter had a party in it, so it was kinda like a big celebration. :) Alex did remember! Glad you liked the fluff in the last chapter. It's still going strong in this chapter. :)

ElysiumPhoenix - Nope, no reunion kiss. :( But I'm glad you liked the Doctor's POV on the Byzantium kiss! :)

Gwilwillith - Thank you! :)

TheGirlWhoWaited - This episode is kind of sad, but at least it got happier at the end when he came back. :)

Commander Cheesecake - Thank you for the advice. It really means a lot. :) Lol, yes, I have long chapters. This chapter is 22 pages long on my Word doc. :) I can't stand spelling errors or stuff like that either. I've stopped reading stories because the grammatical errors were driving me crazy. I do plan on adding some more original moments in the future. There's another original adventure that starts the day after tomorrow. I'm going to try and change some stuff in the canon episodes, so we'll see how that goes. I agree with what you said about the episodes being 'background noise' in the OC stories. After a while, you just know what's going to happen. :) I'm glad you liked 'Bristol, KY Stop' and the 'Apollo 23' adventures. They were so much fun to write! :) Again, thank you so much for the advice and praise! :)

SopherGopher'sAwesomeSister - Yes, they kissed! Kinda. :) Yes, the dress from 'The Lodger' will come back in this story. It actually returns in the original adventure that starts the day after tomorrow, 'Alex's Birthday'. :) It's not that I don't think Booth/Bones aren't a good couple. I just think they got together the wrong way. I felt like the baby forced them to admit their feelings. And I do like the crime elements too, even though sometimes I have no clue what they're talking about. :)

SopherGopherroxursox - Lol, I hope that 'jeez!' is a compliment! :) Good point. When Alex finds out who River is, she's going to have to stop her name-calling and be a little nicer to her. The rivalry and tension and frenemy relationship will still be there, but toned down. :) Really? I never knew that! I don't know anyone else who watches 'Bones' and is a Whovian, but maybe someday! :)

SasuTenLuvr - A lot of feels in the last chapter, yeah. At least this chapter was a bit lighter. :)

Lazyandloveit - Yes, she remembered him! And she was Amy's maid of honor! Don't you just love when the stuff you hope for happens? :)

rycbar15 - Aw, I'm sorry! Hope you get to feeling better! :) I can't say when they'll get together! Sorry! :) Yeah, the beginning of 'Death of the Doctor' is a rather emotional time for Alex. But thankfully, it doesn't last long! :) Glad you liked the twist with Alex being in the Pandorica and where she was pleading to go with him. :)

jesterlover - She remembered the Doctor! :)

NunquamAlius - Here's more! :)