Its been a long time, guys. A long time. But we've finally reached the ending. It has been so much fun writing this but it has greatly changed as my views on Doctor who have changed. Rory, is now a better person because I realized how awesome he was. And though i love 11/amy i do love rory/amy now so therefore it was difficult to write this last chapter especially since the ponds are gone. I also think this will be my last chapter unless theres an outcry for more (which I wouldnt object if there was) I hope to write more of doctor who over winter break. Again thanks for all the support and reviews you've been awesome feel free to read, review and enjoy

Disclaimer: from The wedding of River song

The Doctor (me): Imagine you didn't own anything. Imagine you were afraid and a long way from home and in terrible pain. Just when you thought it couldn't get worse, you looked up and saw the face of the Disclamier. (pause) Hello, Dalek.

Supreme Dalek: [Panicked] Emergency! Emergency! Weapons systems disabled! Emergency![The Dalek's voice becomes distorted and muffled as the Doctor removes its dome]

The Doctor (me): Hush now. I need some information from your data core. Everything the Daleks know about the Disclaimer..

Chapter 14: Return to Me, My Love

Amelia Pond was so tired and cold. She had been waiting up all night for her raggedy doctor to come back. He said five minutes. He promised me he would come back in five minutes. Amelia rubbed her shoulders for warmth and gazed up at the starlight sky, wondering if she'd be able to see his blue box among those pale lights.

Amelia!

A voice that sounded like the Doctor's reverberated through her ears loudly and forcefully.

Excited, Amelia tried to run to the source of the sound. But she found she was unable to move her legs. Actually, the more she thought about it, she could not move from the seated spot on top of her suitcase. She tried to yell out but it hurt tremendously to do so.

Amy, can you hear me? The Doctor's voice rang out once more from some far off distant place.

It surprised Amelia that, not only was she cold and tired but all of her body ached. She tried wrapping her arms around herself, but that was no help. She shivered.

"I just sent mum and dad home," Rory said, approaching the Doctor who was still kneeling over Amy's body.

"Do they remember anything?" The Doctor asked quietly, his eyes on Amy rather than Rory.

"Not much," Rory answered, "neither do the other guests. It was easy to convince them it was a bad dream and that they all should go home and get some rest."

"I wish it was."

Rory knelt by the Doctor and looked at Amy sadly. "Will she be alright?"

The Doctor removed his jacket and folded it. Then, gently lifted Amy's head he placed the jacket under her head. Even though he knew she could not feel it, he wanted her to be comfortable. Unconscious but comfortable.

"Will she be alright?" Rory repeated urgently.

"Formians that take over their victims aggressively weaken their victims. Its worse if the victims fight back. Amy's body is trying to recover, but its also trying to slip away and give up."

Rory wasn't sure he was following. "Doctor, that thing possessed me for year, and I'm fine."

For the first time the Doctor turned to Rory and gave him a genuine grin. "You fought so bravely, Rory Williams. But didn't you feel, just for a moment, like you wanted to give up?"

Rory did not want to think back on his experience with the Formain. A creature who at once gave him inhuman courage and brutality. When the Formian had left his body he was unsure that he was strong enough to go on. But he thought about the Formian inside Amy, and he thought about the world ending, and the cruel acts he had unknowingly committed while under the Formian's control. He had wanted revenge, and he had wanted forgiveness and a way to pay for his sins. But he remembered that he had been slipping into darkness, and he remembered being a little boy playing in a sandbox. He was so happy. Why would he ever want to leave?

The memories of living had helped him open his eyes again…

"DOCTOR!" Rory yelled.

The Doctor had already turned his attentions back to Amy. He had been smiling sadly at her, stroking her auburn hair with his finger tips. Rory's yell had irked him slightly. "Yes?" he asked turning towards his ally slowly.

"I know what's happening to Amy."

Amelia was so tired that she had already yawned twice. It took too much effort to sit on the suitcase so she managed, very slowly, to lie on her back on the grass. The entire night sky was before her, millions of glowing eyes stared down at her, examining her just as she examined them. What was she looking for again? A man in a blue box?

The Doctor.

Honestly, she wasn't sure she could remember why she had been looking for him in the first place. The night was so beautiful that she could spend eternity lying down, gazing up. Watching and never taking in everything. The cold had now stolen the warmth from her coat and mittens. She couldn't feel her nose, and didn't remember what it was like to wiggle her fingers. But she was beginning to not mind.

Amy!

That voice again! Honestly, was he never going to leave? Its not that he wanted to be here anyway. Shouldn't he be off in another galaxy? Didn't he not want her anymore?

Her fingers suddenly felt prickly and warm inside the otherwise cold mittens.

Her hand shook.

Rory laughed happily as he gripped Amy's hand in his.

"See?" he asked the Doctor proudly. "She took my hand."

The Doctor was glad for the positive signs. But Amy had been under condition longer than Rory. Rory had told him that what he remembered was the image of a child in a sandbox. He had been making sand castles happily. He remembered feeling sleepy and wanting to lie down in the sandbox. But before it had gotten too strong of a hold on him he had remembered that it was important for him to live and survive. That feeling he could not explain. Not to the Doctor nor to himself.

He had tried touching Amy's hand, seeing if that triggered memories.

And it did, but only slightly and not enough to awaken her.

The Doctor smiled sadly at Rory. "Let go of her hand."

Rory didn't understand but he let go.

The Doctor knew if he wanted Amy back he would have to fight for her in a way that scared him. In a way that he did not feel strong enough to do. But he had to save Amy. She deserved it. She deserved the truth no matter how much it scared or hurt him.

The Doctor gently touched Amy's forehead. "Amy can you hear me? I have to tell you something."

Her forehead felt unreasonably warm. She felt more awake. "Wha-" She managed to say.

Do you know who I am? Do you remember me?

Amy had an image of a man with a tie. He had a box. It may have been blue.

But he was far away. He was long gone.

Fish fingers. Custer.

Amelia sat up. They did have fish fingers. And Custer. It was a blue box. And the man with the raggedy tie had existed. He was a raggedy Doctor.

Don't be scared, the Doctor whispered. Amy, I need you to come back. I need you here.

Before her eyes she saw an image of her Doctor. He was staring down at her smiling. No. He was on his knees. And his hair was wet though it had not been raining where she was. And he had no jacket so he must have been cold, she thought. She was thinking again. It was curious to see him wearing a bow tie and not a regular tie. But he had told her something about that too. Hadn't he?

Bow ties are cool…that was something very far away too.

Her Doctor, and yet not her doctor. He was not raggedy. But he looked terribly sad and tired. He was smiling too, which was nice to see. She liked his smiles, especially when they were for her. Her cheeks felt warm and red.

I love you. I want you for my companion for as long as you want to be mine. I left you because I was scared to love. I loved a woman once, a long time ago. I lost her, I lost her and I did not want to lose you. But I need you to know that I love you, Amy Pond. With both of my hearts.

He took her hand in his and pressed it against both sides of his chest. She felt two heart beats. It surprised her that her eyes felt wet. Her whole body was glowing with warmth. Memoires like fireworks, exploded brilliantly in every corner of her mind. The Doctor leaving her. Formian. The helpful monks. Her in-laws. Running in a white dress. In her wedding dress. The Doctor had returned, but she had not. She had been something else, some other creature taking her voice as his own. She remembered lots of rain, and how it stung her. Stung and killed the Formian.

Very slowly Amy opened her eyes.

"Doctor?"

The Doctor opened his own eyes and saw Amy looking up at him smiling gently at him.

"Hi," he said weakly, barely managing to contain his excitement at seeing the green in her eyes again.

"Hello," Rory said waving happily at Amy.

Grinning at both, Amy sat up with difficulty. She realized that she soaking wet in her white wedding dress. She took the Doctor's jacket lying next to her and wrapped it around herself for warmth.

"We're glad you're back," Rory said brightly. "It was a little touch and go there."

The Doctor just nodded. He found himself at a loss for words after his confession to her. Amy was looking back at him, similarly quiet.

Rory rolled his eyes. "Okay, I'll be inside and start cleaning up. Come in when you're ready." He stood up from the concrete and then, gently kissed Amy on the forehead. "I'm glad to have my friend back," he whispered kindly. They squeezed each other's hand in comforting silence and then Rory walked off to the church.

"So," Amy said when Rory was inside. "You were saying something earlier."

The Doctor gave her a little grin. "Yes. Yes, I was. I was, um, thinking about taking a trip to visit my old friend Cleopatra. To make sure she hasn't gotten herself into any trouble. Do you want to come along?"

"For one last ride?" Amy asked.

To answer her, he moved close to her and kissed her fully on the lips. She responded, taking hold of his hair with her fingers that sent shivers down his spine. When they parted he wrapped her arms around him. "For as long as you want to stay, my lovely and brilliant, Amy," he whispered into her hair. When they parted he held out a key to the TARDIS in his open palm.

They found Rory standing by the TARDIS when they entered the church, hand in hand.

Rory nodded when he saw them. "Are you both planning to fly off in this?"

Amy and the Doctor exchanged a glance.

"Because I thought," Rory began, "because I thought that since I helped save the world I could come for at least one of these trips." He touched the blue police box next to him in bewildered awe and excitement. "I think that's only fair."

"What do you think?" the Doctor asked, turning to Amy. She took out the key in her other hand and unlocked the door smartly.

"I say," said Amy, "he gets at least two trips."

Rory, feeling at his best self, walked into the TARDIS followed closely by the Doctor and Amy. They did not release the other's hand. And the Doctor, as he shut the door behind them was sure that he never would let go of her again.

The End :)

So that's the end of the tale. It ended well. Thank goodness. Let me know what you think.