Thank you to all the reviews, I truly appreciate the comments. I really dow ant to be a better writer, so again- thanks!

Also, I've altered the first chapter and the circumstances a little bit to try to fit into the Moffat scheme of things, so go ahead and check that out a bit. I made things a bit vague to avoid a set point in time, but assume that this is somewhere during Donna's companionship for Ten and post-Amy companionship.

PS: Don't own.

Amy marched inside her quaint home straight into the kitchen, with the mystery man following curiously behind her. She took no time in opening the fridge and ducking inside.

Closing the door, she turned slowly to him. In one hand she held custard, and the other fish sticks, and gave him a knowing smile.

Ten looked at her with brows furrowed. "That seems an interesting combination."

Her smile faltered a bit. "Of course it is. But never matter…" She directed him to the kitchen table and she prepared their food silently.

The Tenth Doctor relaxed in the dining seat, resting his elbows on the table and looked patiently at Amy as she busied herself.

"Tell me about you," he prompted.

"Well," she responded, "I figure with a broad topic like that, you'd expect me to answer with my name and my home and my family and friends…but I think you want to know something in particular."

"We could explore that route."

Turning her head round, she looked at him smartly. "You want to know more about the Doctor."

"I guess you can say that."

"Well, as trusting as you may be of me, I don't know if I can trust you the same."

"No?"

"No…. but I think I can." Amy sits down across from him, readying the food on the table. "And get your elbows off my table, that's just proper manners!" She swatted his arms.

"My apologies." The Doctor corrected himself.

"As you know, my raggedy Doctor has come and gone multiple times…"

"And you as well…"

"Well naturally. I'm his best friend and I do my best to look out for him."

"I see," Ten said as he folded his arms. "And do you still currently travel with him?"

"Yes," she replied with no hesitation.

"Yes?"

"Well…"

"Well?"

"Enough of that, I'm trying to think of how to say things!"

A silence. "Perhaps I should tell you about myself then." She took a deep breath. "My name is Amelia Pond. I married Rory Williams. And upstairs, we have adopted a lovely girl named Pandora. I'm not sure of what more I can say before this becomes dangerous territory."

The Tenth Doctor's eyes' narrowed. "Dangerous for who?"

"For my family."

Amy got up to relieve some of the building tension and began to pace.

"The last time I saw my raggedy doctor was in December 21, 2012…"

"Ah, the Mayans proposed end-of-the-world date." Ten whispered, "that date hasn't happened yet."

Amy countered, "but it has. And on that day, I…," her voice drops to a low timbre. "Something happened to me. My Doctor saved me, and Rory and me are now here. Living happily and peacefully."

"But inquiringly still?"

"He's giving us a chance to live in a way we couldn't…"

"He's placed you in another timeline…"

"...and he's helped our marriage, helped our family, gave us a chance to have one…"

"…within this alternate dimension…"

"…and I refuse to believe that he's really gone…"

"…because in that reality…"

"…without saying goodbye."

"…you've died."