Amy watched the confrontation between the Doctor and Rose. The way his face lit up when he hugged her it was…different than anything she'd ever seen. Amy had seen him with her daughter, his wife, and she knew he cared about her, but the way he was with Rose. It was different. It wasn't just caring. It was love, but not the friendship sort that Amy shared with him. She could see it in his eyes…in the way he changed and it was unsettling.
On one hand he was her best friend and seeing him with the woman he obviously loved made her want to be happy for him, but on the other he was married to her daughter and she had a fierce need to protect River. Then Rose landed a slap. One that made her daughter's slaps look like love taps.
"Who is she?" Rory asked.
"How should I know?" Amy snapped, not at all happy that she didn't know.
"I thought he told you everything."
"Yeah, well, obviously not!"
He put his hands up and backed off a step, knowing how close he was to stepping on a mine. She turned back to the love birds as Rose stalked into her room and slammed the door, but it was the Doctor who gave her pause. The mask he wore so well crumbled and for a moment she saw the tormented man within.
"Doctor?" she asked, tentatively.
He sighed then rubbed his hand across his face and just like that the mask was back.
"Doctor, who is she?" Amy continued.
"Yes, Doctor, why don't you tell your companions who she is…or should I say, who she was to you?" Sherlock asked.
"Leave it," the Doctor growled, glaring at the detective.
"Would you rather I told them?"
"You know nothing."
He stepped closer to Sherlock, that dangerous edge in his voice.
"I know enough. A young impressionable girl saved by a man who travels in space and time. A man who showed her the stars who made her fall in love with him, but wasn't enough of a man to give her what she needed so instead you abandoned her. Left her behind with a copy of yourself because you didn't want to be troubled with the weapon you created."
Hang on. Weapon? What the hell was he talking about? She glanced at the Doctor who was glaring at the detective in a way that told her he might actually do something rash.
"You have no idea what it did to me to leave her!"
"Tell me, how long did it take you to find someone to replace her? A day? A week?"
And that's when the Doctor's fist connected with Sherlock's face.
"Doctor!" Amy shouted.
In all the time she'd known him he'd never initiated a fight. Not like that. She tried to grab him, but he shoved her back and in the next moment Sherlock landed his own blow.
"Sherlock!" John yelled.
The Doctor grabbed Sherlock's lapels and the next thing she knew they were rolling around on the floor like two men in a pub fight. The Doctor had been slapped, punched, but she'd never seen him in an actual fight. What the hell had gotten into him? She thought about pulling him off the detective, but she didn't want to get into the middle of that. John was braver…or stupider, depending on the angle. He tried to get hold of one of them, but he got an elbow to the cheek for his trouble.
"For the love of-" John yelled. "You're acting like a child, Sherlock!"
"Should we stop them?" Rory asked.
"After you, husband," Amy said.
"Um…maybe we should wait."
She watched the Doctor land another punch and then Sherlock had his arm around her friend's neck. She couldn't let this go on. One of them was going to kill the other one. She ran into the kitchen, searching the cupboards. Yes! She grabbed the pitcher, ran the tap, filled it with water and returned in time to watch the Doctor elbow Sherlock in the ribs. She pulled back her hands and tossed the water on the two. They both jumped back, coughing and sputtering.
"Amelia!" the Doctor shouted and then coughed.
"Rose was right. You're idiots! The both of you!"
The Doctor glanced at Sherlock who was standing up and looked very put out at having water tossed on him, but, at least, was smart enough to keep his mouth shut. Her friend, on the other hand, never could keep his mouth shut.
"He started it," the Doctor said, standing up and brushing off his suit.
"Um…actually you punched him first," Rory said.
Amy glared at him and then turned her attention back to the Doctor.
"Never! Never have I seen you attack someone like that Doctor! And don't think I don't know what this is about!" she yelled, shoving the pitcher in her husband's hands because it was either that or throw it.
"Amy, I-"
"NO!" she snapped, rounding on the Time Lord with an accusing finger. "Accidentally marrying a famous movie star or some queen of somewhere is one thing, but this," she pointed at the closed bedroom door, "this is different! You know what this would do to her?"
He rubbed the back of his neck.
"I didn't mean-"
"You're my best friend and I love you, but she's my daughter! Don't make me choose!"
She turned around and stalked back to the TARDIS not caring that there wasn't any power. She had to distance herself from him because she couldn't look at him. Not after that.
She wasn't sure what went on between him and Rose, but he was in love with her and from the sounds of it she loved him too. He broke her heart and sometimes people couldn't come back from that, but there was always a chance. She slammed the door and walked over to the jump seat, practically falling into it from the weight she carried. He was her best friend and she wanted him to be happy, knew he deserved to be, but River was her daughter and if he brought Rose back with them it'd kill her. She'd already been through so much she didn't deserve to lose the one good thing she had.
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