AN: Hi again! I hope you don't hate me now, will all the cliffhangers, but here's a new chapter, hope you enjoy!

Chapter 3

The Doctor lifted his hands up to the sky, and a golden ball of light formed above his hands.

He forced all his twisted will into smashing it into the nearest building, eliciting shouts of horror from the people inside.

He then stormed inside, yelling in the voices of those who ruled him, "BOW! Bow and death will not find you now! BOW!"

Some shakily fell on their faces, but the ones who were too slow he grabbed by the shoulders, and the energy that poured out from him in waves devoured them hungrily.

The rest he touched and they forgot all earthly cares in the support of the greater cause.

Shop after shop the Doctor destroyed, selecting those he would have and adding them to the number.

Lines of kneeling people, trembling, awaited their judgment, clinging to loved ones in the hope that if they went, they would go together.

They all had one thing in common: the Doctor judged.

And he found a perverted joy in him at his master's power.

Amy and Rory came upon the city in shambles, lines of those kneeling waiting for something.

And they noted a strange spaceship's descent onto the top of the Eiffel Tower.

Those who had been kneeling were illuminated with a strange golden glow, and, eyes unblinking, they began their long ponderous walk towards their gods.

That was when Amy spotted the Doctor.

He was standing in front of a small child.

A small crying child.

And he was standing, hands outstretched to give his judgment, but nothing was happening.

And so Amy ran to him, remembering all the things he had taught her.

How they could travel the universe, go across galaxies, past, present, future, and yet they could do nothing.

Except when children were crying.

She slowed as she reached him, and whispered quietly in his ear, "Let me tell you a story."

The Doctor turned to her, tears streaming down his face, and for once in his life, listened.

"It's a sad story, but there were a lot of a happy moments too. It's a story of a man who showed a little red headed girl the world when she had nothing. It's the story of a man who would do anything in the world except let children cry. Do you remember that man? I know he's in there somewhere."

The Doctor looked at her and he knew.

He knew what he was here for.

He knew why he was crying.

And with the last effort of will he had, he shouted, "You can all claim to be gods. But gods can't be taken down. And I think you can."

And a huge blast of mental energy streamed from the Doctor, crumbling the Eiffel Tower and the spaceship, breaking all bonds he had ever had with them.

And the Doctor faded into pleasant blackness.

Rory ran up, smiling from ear to ear. "He did it!" he said enthusiastically. "I knew he would do it!"

Then his look of joy turned into pure concern as he saw the Doctor collapse into Amy's arms.

Now Amy was really panicking.

"We have to get him back to the TARDIS! NOW!" she said, breaking down into hysterics.

Rory went into "nurse mode".

"Carry his legs," he said, "And I'll carry his arms."

And in that manner they carried the Doctor back to the TARDIS, unseen by everyone, and laid him at the door, unsure of what to do next.

Amy, who was still shocked into obedience by the situation, began to freak out again once no solution came to them on how to open the TARDIS doors.

"HOW. DO. WE. OPEN. THESE!" she yelled angrily, banging on the TARDIS doors.

"Amy, take some deep breaths," Rory soothed.

"I will NOT!" Amy shouted. "My best friend is lying unconscious at our feet and you tell me to TAKE DEEP BREATHS?! OPEN!" she shouted again.

Noiselessly, the TARDIS door opened and led the way for them to the med bay, where they laid the Doctor down on the table and waited.

When the Doctor opened his eyes, all he could feel was a pain, a burning pain inside his head.

"Shhh," he heard Rory's voice sooth as he placed a cool cloth across his eyes. "Just the aftereffects of the mental strain, I presume. Just relax."

The Doctor took some deep breaths before starting, "Where am I?"

"Y-" Rory started before the Doctor heard the door slammed and Amy interrupted.

"In the TARDIS med bay, and lucky to be alive I would say. You had us all scared there."

The Doctor visibly tensed. "How long was I asleep?"

Rory shushed Amy and began, "Just a couple days…."

"Just a couple days?! More like a fortnight, I would say." Amy interrupted.

"Amy!" Rory hissed.

"Bad timing?" she whispered.

"Yeah, I would say," Rory answered.

"You know I can hear everything you say," the Doctor muttered.

Amy rolled her eyes, and the Doctor could practically taste the sarcasm in her tone.

"Yes, we realize Doctor."

The Doctor attempted to sit up, but felt extreme pain shoot through his body as he did so.

He grimaced, removing the cloth from his eyes.

An overstimulation of light pierced his eyes, causing him to have to slump back down with a groan and cover his eyes with his hands.

"You IDIOT, Doctor," Amy said between her teeth. "'Oh, yeah, I just almost died, let's see if I can get up.' REALLY."

"You need sleep," Rory interceded. "And, no, Doctor, no objections. You weren't asleep for a fortnight. You were unconscious. Big difference. Sleep. NOW."

And with that the Doctor closed his eyes, letting sleep engulf him once more.

He was trapped.

All around him, reality collapsed.

He was falling, falling with everything around him.

Falling…

Falling…

"Doctor!" He heard Amy call. "Doctor, can you hear me?! Are you hurt? Doctor!"

"Amy?" The Doctor whispered blearily.

"Yes, it's me," Amy crooned.

"What h-happened?" He asked, trying to sit up and being overcome by an aching pain that covered his whole body, weighing down his limbs.

Amy hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to continue.

The Doctor noticed her hesitation and (awkwardly) tried to change the subject.

"Why is-" he began, than stopped when he saw tears were running down Amy's face, glistening in the dim light.

"You were crying," Amy whispered, "crying for the pain to stop. Crying for them to stop dying. Crying because you were lonely. And I-I couldn't help you."

The Doctor hastily started putting up his defenses.

"It was just a dream, just a figment of my imag-" the Doctor started.

Amy shook her head, and pulled the Doctor into a hug.

"No, it wasn't. And don't you DARE ever hide from me again," Amy said firmly, her sassy Scottish nature coming back into her voice."

"They died because of me, Amy," the Doctor sniffled, his defenses beginning to break. "Why do you want to travel with a murderer?"

He sounded so broken and alone that Amy wanted to fight all his battled for him, and win every single one of them.

But she couldn't.

So all she said was, "Oh Raggedy Man, you're not a murderer. You're a Doctor. And doctors make everyone's lives better, no matter how many bad days they might have."

So she held him as he cried until he drifted off into a restless sleep, and that was how Rory found them the next morning, asleep in each other's embrace, the Doctor's face red from crying.

And yet Rory thought just a few lines of care had been wiped off his face.

So he woke Amy and they left the Doctor to sleep off the nightmares of the previous events.