I've been ridiculously addicted to Doctor Who lately. I've been a fan since...somewhere around the end of the second series thanks to my best friend falling in love with David Tennant. Haha. I loved Tennant as well. He's still my favorite Doctor. However, Matt Smith is definitely giving him a run for his money. And I think part of the reason that I love Eleven so much is Amy. She's by far my favorite companion of the new series. Plus, her chemistry with Eleven is amazing. My fangirling took over today. I do believe that this is the first story I've written in a very long time. (And I realize that the writing is a tad...not quite formal, but stiff. I've been writing mostly screenplays for so long now, I have trouble trying to write like this. It's fairly annoying, actually.)

Anyway, this story takes place post s05e07 (Amy's Choice). It is compliant (unfortunately). Was anyone else terribly frustrated with this episode? Ugh.

Hopefully Amy will come around. I doubt that all that tension was built for nothing.

They were safe. They'd made it out of the dreams alive. Amy kissed Rory. She loved him, right? That's why she was going to marry him. That's why she'd chosen him. Right? Despite her uncertainty, she continued kissing him. Yet, she couldn't quite help sneaking a look at the Doctor.

He stood with his back to them. Something about his stance conveyed just how uncomfortable he was with the situation. Feeling a twinge of guilt, Amy broke the kiss.

"You alright?" Rory asked.

"Course!" Amy smiled, stroking his cheek with her thumb. She jumped to her feet and moved so that she was standing equal distance between her fiancé and the Doctor. "We're all safe and I have my boys. Everything's great." Rory beamed up at her while the Doctor just gave her a tight smile. Amy looked back and forth between them for an awkward moment. "All right then. Who's up for finding that swimming pool, eh?"

Rory frowned and crossed to her.

"Amy," he said in a hushed tone. "Don't you think you need some rest after everything we just went through?"

"Rest?" Amy laughed. "We just spent how long asleep? I don't think I'm quite up for any more dreaming at the moment. But don't worry. I'll be right back."

She kissed Rory on the cheek and, with a wave to the Doctor, ran down the hallway. Rory looked to the Doctor with a mildly confused expression.

"There's a swimming pool in this thing, then?"

Amy navigated the Tardis with no real destination. She just needed a quiet place to think. Her world had just taken a good jolt. She didn't know what to think anymore. She'd been living in shades of gray for so long now, certainty felt foreign to her. She thought she'd been certain about Rory just a few moments ago. But how could she ever be certain about him? She loved him. She really did. But did she love him enough, or even in the right way, to have a normal life with him? After living in the Tardis with the Doctor, could she really go back to a commonplace life in the same little humdrum town with Rory? She didn't want to admit it, but she knew she couldn't.

She wanted to be with the Doctor. She wanted it so badly, it ached. But he didn't want her. He'd already shown that in the awkward kiss they had shared. Maybe that was why it hadn't been so hard to pick Rory. He loved her, adored her, even. But she wasn't what the Doctor wanted or needed.

'That's not true,' the little voice in the back of her head chastised her. 'That isn't true and you know it.'

Wearily, Amy ignored the voice and turned into the doorway on her left. She gasped at the sight. She'd found the library, though there appeared to be no swimming pool in it. She wandered in a bit further and, upon finding a cushy chair, sat down. Her head sunk into her hands, her fiery hair lacing its way between her fingers.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid," she muttered, frustrated with herself.

She'd chosen Rory to save his life. She was emotional because she'd seen him die. But if things had gone differently, if Rory hadn't died… Well, she'd intended to choose the Doctor. Now, she'd gotten herself into a state of confusion that even she didn't understand.

"Miss Amelia Pond," the Doctor's voice said fondly from somewhere behind her. "Why do you call yourself stupid?"

"Don't call me Amelia," Amy muttered, not lifting her head. She could hear the Doctor's shoes on the tile floor as he walked towards her. He crouched in front of her. When she still didn't look up, he placed his fingers under her chin and tilted her head up so that she faced him.

"It's such a brilliant name. Shame to let it go to waste." He shook his head, smiling ever so slightly.

Amy was not amused.

"Where's Rory?" she asked halfheartedly.

While the Doctor's expression didn't change, he let his hand drop back to his lap.

"Taking a nap. That boy can definitely sleep."

Amy nodded slightly in agreement.

The Doctor stood abruptly and rubbed his hands together. "Alright then. You appear to be quite comfortable here, and your raggedy fiance is unconscious, so I think I'll go spend some quality time with my Tardis."

Amy raised an eyebrow.

The Doctor stared back blankly before realizing he'd never explained. "Oh. She's alive, you know."

"Of course," Amy smiled.

The Doctor looked at her through soft eyes. "I'll be off then."

He turned on his heel and began to walk towards the doorway. Amy chewed her lip for a moment before deciding that she wasn't quite ready to let him go yet.

"Doctor," she called.

"Hm?" he stopped and looked back towards her.

"Rory died and I, er…I chose him." She felt so guilty admitting that.

"I know," the Doctor's face clouded over.

"If you'd died, I'd have chosen you."

"That's a nice thought, Amy," he replied shortly, turning back towards the exit to the room and the awkward conversation. Amy stood and ran after him. She grabbed his arm to stop him. She felt a flash of sorrow when he looked at her. For a brief moment, she could see the hurt in his eyes before he masked it with irritation.

"You left your chair? For me? I'm so flattered," he smirked.

"If he'd lived, I'd have chosen you," Amy admitted, straightforward.

"What?" the Doctor's eyebrows shot up.

"I was going to choose you," she looked towards the ground, ashamed to even say the words. "I would've chosen you."

The Doctor searched for something to say, dismissing everything that tried to pass his lips.

"I…" the Doctor fumbled with yet another potential sentence. "I… Thank you, Amy."

He enveloped her in a tight hug, kissing the top of her head like he had so many times before. She melted into him, thoroughly enjoying the embrace. He was warm and so full of life. She could hear his hearts beating rapidly in his chest.

Maybe Amy had been wrong. She looked up at him. With a fond smile, he pressed his lips to her forehead. Her eyes slid closed. She felt truly peaceful for the first time since they'd picked up Rory. Maybe the Doctor did want to be with her. Maybe she was exactly what he needed.