"What's the point of you then?" It stung worse than any bee bite that I could imagine. It was as if the knife had gone in slowly and now refused to come out of chest, both hearts broken by the blow. He simply nodded to her, knowing that this 'competition' had been lost. What was the point of him after all? No matter what he did, it always managed to cause pain when he only wanted to help.

Seeing her smiling was something he never thought would happen again. Well, it wasn't as if she'd remembered Rory anyway. It was a horrid thing to think and he knew it but it was true. Amy was oblivious to the pain she was enduring, and he tried his hardest to make her remember, to make her happy but then, did he really want her to have that agony? Did he really want to have Rory back in his life too? No, I want her to be happy. That's all. Little Amelia Pond, the girl with the fairytale name, deserved that much. He had broken her heart time and time again, so why shouldn't she continually break his?

"Amelia Pond, you won't need your imaginary friend anymore." He smiled, winking to the girl before him, those hazel eyes shinning with the unshed tears she held for him. "Ah, Amy Pond, crying over me. Guess what?" He watched her eyes, the joy that felt that at maybe she could still have him in her life, and he hated that he had to diminish that bit of happiness. "What?" Each syllable, each letter, they destroyed him. She was trusting him, had been trusting him and he was going to throw it all away. But not without one show of affection, or at least as close as he got to expressing his deepest feelings. "Gotcha."

I may start writing Doctor/Amy fanfics but if you guys don't like this bit then I may just keep them to myself because I don't know how I feel about me as the Doctor. I'm not the proud owner of Doctor who but Matt Smith? He can have me.