Author's Note: I know the Rory is Rip story has been done before but when I thought of this I had to write it.

This hasn't been betad so all mistakes are mine.

Enjoy.

Rory was gone.

Amy could barely breathe when the Doctor confirmed that they couldn't save him, not this time. Staring at the creature that had taken him from her Amy went over all the options in her head and knew there was only one thing to do.

She'd known it in the Leadworth created by the Dream Lord when Rory had been turned to dust, when he had almost drowned on the pirate ship and during their near divorce.

Amy couldn't live without him.

"Melody," Amy reached out blindly to her daughter, feeling the other woman take her hand placing a kiss on it, "You look after him. You be a good girl, and you look after him."

"You are creating fixed time," the Doctor cried anguish filling every word, "I will never be able to see you again."

Amy felt tears sting her eyes, "I'll be fine," she told her best friend, "I'll be with him."

"Amy, please," the Doctor pleaded with her, "Just come back into the TARDIS. Come along, Pond, please."

Amy took a deep breath, "Raggedy man," she said before spinning, "Goodbye."

The Doctor's face changed into Rory's and Amy knew instantly something was wrong.

Rory was chained to the wall in front of her crying out for her to run.

"Well," a woman who looked like Mary Poppins evil sister appeared between them pretending to dab her eyes with a white handkerchief, "That was extremely emotional."

x

Amy tried to move to Rory finding there was a barrier between them.

"I must admit," the woman continued, "I was very surprised you came. I mean choosing him," she motioned with distaste to Rory who was struggling to free himself, "Over the Doctor? Am I missing something?"

"Who are you?" Amy demanded.

The woman smirked at her, "I am now the one who holds your life in her hands, dear."

"The Doctor will work out this was a trick," Amy snarled at her, "He'll come for us."

The woman shook her head in mock sadness, "Not when there is now a headstone showing both your names and I finished the book with a lovely letter from you."

Amy stepped back slightly her stomach turning.

"I have to admit," the woman continued thoughtfully patting her hair, "It was some of my best work."

Amy tried not to panic at that, "What do you want?"

The woman smiled pointing to Rory, "I want him."

"What?"

"Oh my dear girl," their captor laughed, "I'm not saying he's better than the Doctor but he holds two thousand years of memories in that head without going mad. It means he is very special."

"Please," Amy whispered.

"No," the woman snapped sharply, "No begging. I don't want to hear you begging."

Fear filled her, "Then what do you want?"

"You'll find out," the woman told her pushing a button on the wall, "You should get some rest, my dear."

Amy heard a hiss, realising gas was being pumped into the room she tried not to breathe but there was no escape and the world went black.

x

"Are you awake yet?" a voice said as someone poked her arm.

Amy moaned at the intrusion into her sleep but forced her eyes open. Seeing the woman she had hoped was a dream standing over her Amy tried to pull away finding she was chained to the bed.

"Struggling isn't going to work," the psycho told her in what Amy suddenly realised was a similar accent to her own, "Those cuffs are made of the strongest metal there is," she leaned into Amy's ear, "I'd let you and hubby borrow them but we don't have time for that."

"Who are you?" Amy snarled.

"You can call me Missy," she replied.

"What do you want?" Amy demanded before hissing, "Missy."

Evil Mary Poppins smiled at her, "I told you dear, your darling husband. I thought that you would like to see what I want him for. Then we can move on to why you're here as well."

The bed she was strapped to started to move sitting Amy up allowing her to see into the other cell where Rory was strapped to a table, wearing only a hospital gown, hooded guards standing on either side of him.

"Amy!" he cried.

Missy snapped her fingers and he was gagged.

"Don't worry," Missy whispered, "I'll remove it soon. I want to know how loud he can scream."

Amy struggled again, hearing their captor laugh at her frustrated attempts to release herself. After a few minutes Amy collapsed exhausted.

"Oh good," Missy chuckled, "You're done. We can start the show."

Panic filled Amy and she turned to Rory who was staring back at her, she could see the fear in his eyes. The gag was removed and he breathed, "I love you."

"I love you too," she replied desperately wishing to hear that familiar wheeze from the TARDIS.

"Ah, L'Amour," Missy laughed from beside Amy before she hit a button on the wall.

Electricity arced through Rory, his entire body went into convulsions and Amy heard him scream.

"Stop it," Amy cried as tears fell down her cheek, "Please, you're killing him."

"I'm not killing him," Missy told her, "I'm regenerating him...in a manner of speaking."

Amy struggled again.

Rory finally fell into silence as he lost consciousness. Amy frowned confused as Rory's entire body appeared to be changing.

"What are you doing to him?" Amy demanded.

Missy laughed, "He can't go to his new life fully grown, now can he?"
Amy watched horrified as she realised Rory was becoming younger. She stared and soon her husband was gone leaving in his place her childhood best friend.

"Oh," Missy said, "He's cute."

x

The moment Amy was pushed into the cell with Rory she ran to the boy pulling him into her arms.

"It's okay," she soothed when the boy whimpered, "It's okay, Rory. I've got you."

He looked up at her, his eyes wide with fear. Amy hugged him closer and rocked him gently feeling him cuddle into her.

"Where am I?" he whispered.

Amy sighed, "Somewhere not very nice."

"What's your name?" Rory asked.

"I'm Amy," she told him.

"I know an Amy," he whispered before confiding, "She's my best friend and I'm going to marry her when we're older."

Amy gave a soft laugh trying not to cry, "Then she's a very lucky girl."

She hugged him closer feeling him shiver.

"I'm scared," Rory told her.

Amy kissed the top of his head, "I know," she soothed.

"How sweet," Missy's voice came over the speakers.

Amy pulled the boy closer as he hid against her shoulder.

"Say goodbye," Missy continued, "Your Rory has a new life to get to."

"Leave him," Amy snapped.

Laughter surrounded them before gas was released into the cell, Rory cried out in fear holding onto her tighter. Amy felt the gas take over and did her best to hold onto him but once more she slipped into unconsciousness.

"Time Master Druce," Missy greeted the man who stepped off the ship.

The tall man looked at her with interest, "I must admit that you're not exactly what I was expecting when meeting a Time Lord."

"Time Lady," she corrected sharply.

He gave a slight nod of his head, "Of course. Your message was intriguing. You believe you have a candidate for me."

Missy nodded, a slight smile on her face she motioned one of her servants to bring the boy forward.

"Train him," Missy told the man, "Make him one of your best and then use him to facilitate your plans regarding Vandal Savage."

She saw surprise in Druce's eyes that she knew about this but he rallied quickly.

"I have plenty of candidates," he said, "What makes this one so special?"

Missy smiled at him, "He was a time traveller. The training will come naturally to him so he will be ready much sooner than any other candidate."

Druce nodded, "Then we have a deal."

"There are a few things you need to know," Missy held up her hand, "Firstly do not under any circumstances use memory devices upon him. It could do irreparable damage to your plan. Secondly push him and make him suffer. It's what will drive him for you."

"Anything else I should know?" Druce asked.

Missy smiled sweetly at him, "Be careful of the knife, he's pretty savage with it."

The boy, now called Michael, glared at everyone when he was marched forward.

"Michael," Missy said gently, "This is Time Master Druce, he's going to take you somewhere safe where the bad man who took your parents away will never be able to find you."

The boy looked up at her blankly for a moment before nodding.

"And," she added, "When you're older he'll train you so you can stop him hurting anyone else."

x

"Where's Rory?" Amy demanded the moment Missy returned to her cell.

Missy smiled, "He's safe, dear. I can promise you he will be looked after very well."

"Where is he?"

"Did you know one of the areas of study at the Academy is learning how to follow the timeline of a certain individual?" Missy asked conversationally, "Not something the Doctor cared for much but I was an excellent pupil. Your darling husband has the most interesting timeline I have ever seen and," she smiled at Amy, "I have ensured he has been put on his new path."

"What does that mean?" Amy demanded.

Missy smirked at her, "It means that you have seen him for the final time," she waited for a moment before adding, "As you are now."

Amy clenched her fists obviously trying to hold herself together, "Tell me what you mean?"

Missy smiled again, "You'll find out."

With a flick of a switch she filled the cell with gas once more.

"Goodnight, Amy," she laughed.