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Summary: Quick drabble set after Amy kisses the Doctor. Why it just cannot be.

"I'm sorry."

The Doctor barely looked up from the console to reply, "It's alright." Amy slipped off the bar she had been perching on and looked desperately across at him. She bit her lip nervously

"No it's not."

He didn't reply. Her heart crumbled in that moment and she closed her eyes quickly, praying that she wouldn't cry. A stifled sob racked through her body as she slumped to the floor. "I am so scared Doctor," she whispered, "Of not knowing that thrill, that passion." Amy looked up at him, her eyes shining brightly. "I have never known such fear or excitement before I met you again, and with Rory," she paused, "It's not the same."

The Doctor stopped fiddling and rested his hands flat on the monitor. He knew what she was staying. Hell, he even understood. Those big eyes stayed up at him, pleading with him to forgive her. There was nothing to forgive though. He wanted nothing more than to kneel down beside her and kiss every inch of that tear stained face. To pick up and take her to some appropriate room in the never ending space ship. But he couldn't.

"Amy," he began, "Something is wrong here." He paused and then as her shoulders fell even further, he hurried on, "No, no I don't mean with this. I mean with you." Amy stared up at him confused.

"What's wrong with me?"

"Oh trust me nothing is wrong about you," The Doctor said without thinking before he felt his cheeks burn. That made her smile, he noted as he knelt down beside her. Carefully, he reached out a hand to cup her face. His skin tingled slightly as his fingers enclosed her chin and he could feel her slight shiver. This too close, he thought, far too close.

"Amy, this is isn't right. There's too much coincidence," he stated firmly, "My landing here, find you, the crack, River. Everything is too much!" A single tear fell down her cheek and he automatically brushed it away. "Don't cry Amelia Pond. We're going to figure it out." He smiled broadly at her, but she shook her head.

"No," she choked, "If we figure it out, it'll end badly I know it will." He pulled her too him and squeezed her tight.

"No Amy Pond," his growled fiercely, "I will not let anything happen to you. We will work this out and everything will be fine." He pressed a kiss into her soft auburn hair. "It'll all be fine." Amy wrapped her arms around him and they sank onto the floor. "Sshh," breathed the Doctor into her hair as muffled sobs racked her body. He pushed her away slightly so he could look into her eyes.

This, he decided later, was his second mistake. The first had not been to do it sooner. Gently, he leant down and kissed her forehead.

"It," he paused to kiss her left cheek, "will," and then her right cheek "all be…" his mouth lingered just above hers before whispering, "…fine." And then captured her lips with his.

The kiss was chaste. Brief. Nothing long and passionate. But in that second that their lips met, everything that had been unspoken was said. And Amy Pond understood.

The Doctor rested his forehead against hers gently and smiled weakly. "You see Pond, I can't afford to fall in love with you, just in case I lose you." Amy smiled sadly back.

"The curse of the Timelords, hey?" She sighed resigned before pressing a light kiss to the Doctor's cheek. "I understand," she murmured and pulled away.

They sat for a few more moments in silence before flashing lights and sirens interrupted their reverie and the moment was broken.

And nothing was said of it again.

Thank you! I know it's brief but I feel another brewing so there maybe a few up here soon!

Terriah x