A/N: This has a lot going on, two major things, so I hope you enjoy. Oh, and the whole time I was writing this chapter, I kept thinking of these lyrics. This chapter isn't a songfic or anything, the lyrics just fit with one of the concepts.

All because of you,
I haven't slept in so long,
When I do I dream of drowning in the ocean,
Longing for the shore where I can lay my head down,
I'll follow your voice,
All you have to do is shout it out.

"Would you like to tell me what's going on? Because, and it's funny, I didn't remember letting four people into my house," the ginger woman in front of the time travelers said with pursed lips.

"Er, hello Donna," the Doctor greeted awkwardly. Donna raised her eyebrows at the Time Lord but quickly switched her gaze to Jack.

"You're Jack, and you were one of the Doctor's mates. What in the world is going on?" Donna demanded information. The Doctor's own eyebrows shot toward his hairline. Donna remembered him? How was that possible? She didn't recognize him now, of course, since he had changed faces since then, but the last time he's seen her, he'd wiped her mind.

Jack opened and closed his mouth a few times like a fish out of water. "Uh, well, you know. Stag night?" he finished lamely. Donna gave one shake of her head.

"No, I don't think so, because I could have sworn I heard that crazy spaceman's blue box. So tell me where he is." Amy looked at this woman, apprising her and sending a glance to Rory. This was one tough woman, just the kind the Doctor seemed to acquire.

"Donna? It's me," the Doctor said quietly. Donna's eyes locked on him like a predator, going over his appearance. She sighed, her anger still evident.

"You? You got a bowtie?" Donna said with incredulity. Amy sniggered and the Doctor looked hurt.

"What? Bowties are cool! You people have no sense of fashion." Rory, who had remained untouched in the conversation, decided it was time for him to assess what had happened. He took a step forward, subtly setting himself as a barrier between Donna and the others. She seemed to be a volatile person, and Rory was not the type of man who favored confrontation.

"So, I guess we all have a lot to talk about, then," Amy inserted a little bit awkwardly. Donna sent her a quick glare.

"You think you're special don't you, sweetheart?" Donna directed her statement to Amy. Without waiting for response, she continued. "He does this to women all the time. He takes them away on his space ship and shows them all sorts of places throughout time and introduces them to a bunch of aliens, but you know what? He leaves us all behind in the end. I'm not the first or the last; I learned that the hard way. He'll leave you back on Earth without another word, all because you're just too 'human.' What a load of crap." Each statement made the Doctor flinch, if not physically, then psychically. Amy crossed her arms.

"Actually, I do think I'm special. Cuz you know what? I'm not some ordinary human girl," Amy fired back. Donna mirrored Amy's posture, crossing her arms as well.

"Really now?"

"Yeah. I'm a-"

"Well, I think that's quite enough, ladies," the Doctor interjected. Amy sent the Doctor a look of confusion, perhaps a little frustration, but he shook his head slightly at her, telling her delicately not to give away her identity.

A silence stretched out for the next minute as no one was willing to make the next move. The tension in the air was palpable coupled with the looks Donna was giving Jack, Amy, and the Doctor. Rory was exempted from this fuming rage, most likely due to the fact that he hadn't really said much to upset any of the parties in the room. As if things were not complex enough, a set of footsteps came bounding down the stairs so quickly it was as if the person whose body belonged to said feet was more so falling than walking. Enter a blonde twenty-something. Amy rolled her eyes in her mind; this pretty girl was probably, considering the circumstances, another one of the Doctor's numerous previous female companions.

"Doctor? Is it really you?" Rose asked. The Doctor nodded and swallowed nervously. Rose approached him, her mouth hanging open ever so slightly, her face keeping a calm expression. Then, when she was about a foot and a half away from him, she promptly slapped him as hard as she could.

"Ow!" the Doctor exclaimed, his hand flying to caress his smarting cheek. Rose retreated, standing close to Donna and joining the growing trend of folding her arms in front of her chest.

This is really not my day. The Doctor spoke in his mind, but apparently his consciousness was being extra noisy because Amy shrugged at him and gave him an unpitying look.

"Rose! So nice to see you again," Jack greeted cheerily. He seemed suddenly immune to the chaos going around the room in the form of two very angry women as soon as Rose entered the room. Rose turned to Jack and gave him a reluctant smile.

"Hey, Jack. I'm surprised you remember me," Rose replied. Jack smiled at her devilishly.

"How could I forget the London Blitz on the clock tower?" Jack responded conversationally. But then he cocked his head to one side. "Hey, how do I remember that? Up until now, the only information I knew about the Doctor came from the Torchwood database and the times in the past six months I'd met him."

"Don't be surprised. He wiped my mind when he left me on Earth," Donna muttered angrily.

"No, I didn't. I would never," the Doctor defended himself. Donna threw her hands in the air.

"Then why couldn't I remember you or anything we'd done? Same with Rose. Funny thing is, we had been lodging together, working at the same business and all that jazz, when one day we both suddenly remembered you about a week ago. Sounds like the same thing's happened to Jack. It it's really seeming to fit that you erased our memories of you," Donna accused. The Doctor held his head in both hands.

"Okay, yes, this is all my fault, but not the way you think. Will you at least give me a chance to explain what's happened?" the Doctor pleaded. Donna and Rose exchanged a look and unenthusiastically nodded.

The Doctor motioned for everyone to sit down on the couches and chairs in the living room they were in. "Where to start?" the Doctor asked rhetorically. Amy took his hand and squeezed it gently.

"Start with what you told me about the Pandorica," Amy suggested softly. Rose's eyes fastened on that little gesture. The Doctor thought about withdrawing his hand from Amy's but stopped. There was no reason to. With a deep breath, he started his story.

He told the group about the universe falling apart, falling out of time, and how the Pandorica could restore everything if he flew it into the exploding TARDIS. He mentioned in passing that he had known Amy and Rory during that adventure, but he left River out of the story. Then he told them how he'd woken up on Earth where no one could sense him in any way followed by how he'd evoked memories by leaving signs on Rory's table. The Doctor included the crucial bit here about how he'd picked up readings of Time Lord DNA. He told how no one had any memories of him except Amy who had one memory of him from when she was a little girl.

The story got more interesting as the Doctor described how he'd taken Rory and Amy onto his TARDIS and Amy had regenerated, then their visit to Torchwood where they'd picked up Jack. He then moved on to how the foursome visited other worlds as well as investigated for more Time Lords back on Earth. He then skipped a lot of what had happened next because it was mostly personal and not important to the backstory, but he included Amy and his most recent jaunt in the TARDIS where they'd confronted the Tuli and received a sort of bargain.

"So just to summarize, yes, I accidentally made more Time Lords and somehow in the process erased all memory of myself because I intended to erase all of me. And, more importantly for now, I've angered some touchy living rocks who think it's a great idea to put me through misery by sticking me with you lot for a month."

The Doctor's tale was received fairly well, considering. But, of course, everyone had some injections to make, some corrections, and some complaints. Amy had added in some extra details, Jack had cracked some jokes, and Donna had thrown in some of her characteristic sarcasm. Rory had been the quietest, but he had filled in some of the missing details about the hunt for the hundred Time Lords.

"Alright, fine, so it might not be totally your fault then. But why did these Tuli things decide to stick us all in a house together, my house I might add?" Rose asked, sounding a little exasperated.

"Well, they did say that they wanted to teach the Doctor humility. Something about, um, people addicted to time?" Amy attempted to answer.

"This is just… way too much for me. Look, it's practically two in the morning and I'm awake and not getting laid. Do you know how cranky that can make me?" Jack sighed, his mood switching once again. Donna stood up from the chair she'd been sitting on next to the empty fireplace.

"Fine, we should all sleep. There's a spare room upstairs and two couches down here. I'll let you guys fight that one out," Donna said curtly, turning heel and walking up the stairs. As soon as she'd reached the top of the steps, Jack bounded up after her, eager to claim the bedroom. Rory followed him up, quite used to sleeping in close quarters with the ex-time agent after so many trips around the world searching for Time Lords. That left Rose sitting in the room with the Doctor and Amy. The blonde woman quickly stood up.

"Well I'll be going to bed too," Rose spoke abruptly. She made for the stairs in the same manner of the three before here, but the Doctor rose and grabbed her arm gently. She whirled her head around, hair flying and almost hitting the Time Lord in his face. The young woman searched the Doctor's face, looking for something, anything reminiscent of the man she'd known.

"I'm sorry, Rose Tyler." It was too much for her to handle, so Rose left the room in favor of her bedroom, not saying a word in response to the centuries-old man's apology. The Doctor, mentally exhausted, returned to sit on a couch next to Amy.

For a few minutes, neither one said anything. There was too much to say, too many questions to ask and be answered, and their brains were tired. Yes, even Time Lord brains could get tired. The pair simply sat, side by side, their bodies brushing lightly against one another to let each other know they were still there. After a few minutes had passed, Amy sighed and leaned her head to rest it on the Doctor's shoulder. He adjusted accordingly, moving his shoulder to a position he knew was more comfortable for leaning against, and allowing his own head to touch the top of hers.

"Doctor, why can they remember you but I can't when I'm the one who…" Amy trailed off, not knowing how to describe herself in relation to him. The one who's still with you? The one who's a Time Lord? The one who loves you?

The Doctor reached his hand over to stroke Amy's hair in a comforting way. "Amy, Amy, Amy, I don't know how, and I don't know why, but I promise you it doesn't matter." For emphasis, he kissed the side of her head, but Amy drew back a fraction so he could see her wild eyes.

"Doesn't matter? I can't even remember why you took me with you, how we got on, what sort of things we did together, any of that!" The Doctor turned his body to face her but stayed quiet for a moment. He was fighting an internal battle over what he was about to do, about whether it was really a good idea. She had a right to know the answers to those questions that she'd asked, and yes, he really did have those answers, but he wasn't sure if she'd like them. Would she like what she saw? And, on a more selfish note, would it change her thoughts on Rory?

With a slow exhale, the Doctor tenderly put one hand on each side of Amy's ginger head. Amy watched him carefully, not knowing what he was doing. The Doctor closed his eyes and leaned forward, pressing his forehead to hers.

"I can show you why I took you and how we got on and all that," he murmured. With those words, he eased Amy's powerful mind into a Gallifreyan mind meld.

*DW*DW*DW*

Amy felt her mind being pulled closer to the Doctor's like an insistent yet gentle leading hand. She didn't know what was happening, but she trusted this man completely, so she allowed herself to be immersed in the Doctor's mind like a dive into the ocean. Amy made an involuntary action almost like opening her eyes, but she didn't feel her eyelids move physically. Instead, it was as if she'd opened her eyes psychically and was glimpsing a movie of the Doctor's memories.

It was like dreaming.

In front of Amy's inner eyes, the Doctor was being cracked on the head with a cricket bat. Before she could really register who'd hit him with such a blow, the Doctor's memory cut out and started up again like a blip on a video. The scene returned with him waking up, groggy and handcuffed to the radiator, sitting on the floor. Amy gasped. She was watching a version of herself confront the Doctor. This Amy looked a little younger, perhaps in her late teens, and was wearing a policewoman uniform. There was no audio on this memory until the Doctor's voice suddenly cut in.

"I heard you on the radio. You called for backup."

Then Amy heard her younger self reply, "I was pretending. It's a pretend radio."

"But you're a policewoman," the Doctor replied, confused. Then, exasperated, the younger Amy pulled her hat off her head and tossed it to the ground, letting her red hair cascade down.

"I'm a kissogram!" At this point, a disembodied voice laughed somewhere in the back of her mind. Or, rather, the Doctor's mind, since she was sharing at the moment. The laugh was then followed by a psychically-communicated thought.

So you see, you made quite the first impression. It was the Doctor's thoughts, permeating into her own. The laugh was his as well, the current him, the one whose head she was in. It made sense, after all, the he was able to add commentary on a tale told in his own head. The next sequence went by quickly as if the Doctor had set it to fast forward until it flipped back to normal speed as Amy and the Doctor met Rory in a field.

"Oh, this is Rory. He's a… friend," the Amy in a police outfit said. Rory laughed and shook his head around a little.

"Boyfriend," he corrected her. Amy looked awkwardly at the Doctor.

"Kind-of-boyfriend," the young Amy corrected him in return.

Well, that was a shocker, that one. She'd dated Rory in the past reality? Amy waited for the Doctor to insert a comment on this little tidbit, but Amy's personal psychic tour guide seemed to be silent for the time being. Instead the scenes flew by on fast forward again, slowing down to show Amy running out of her house in her nightie. She approached the Doctor and was having a conversation, once again lacking audio for a time until it cut back in.

"Yeah but those things. Those amazing things- all that stuff... That was two years ago!" Amy said, her voice quite angry.

Yeah… I really did a bad job on timing. The Doctor communicated with her again via psychic ping. Amy mentally rolled her eyes and responded with her own psychic message. Yeah? Well not everything's changed then.

The Doctor did not dignify that with a response, instead choosing to return to the memories, going at a very fast rate now. The memories were squashed together into a montage of clips, focusing often on seemingly insignificant things like moments where the pair would hug or laugh together instead of the big save-the-world times. And sometimes there would be short memory clips of little glances the pair would exchange, clearly meaningful. Then Amy watched a terrifying summary of herself in a forest full of creatures called the Weeping Angels where she was forced to keep her eyes shut. Then the memories decelerated to normal speed.

You really threw me for a loop here. Twice.

Amy watched herself show the Doctor an engagement ring. The Doctor asked who the lucky fella was, and Amy watched herself respond, "You met him."

"Oh, the good-looking one? Or the other one?" the Doctor asked, making a beak motion over his nose to symbolize Rory's rather large nose. Amy hit him on the arm.

"The other one." Amy was amazed at what this other her was saying.

Rory and I got engaged?

Wait. That's not the only shocker you give me here. The Doctor sounded a little amused, so Amy watched and waited for the audio to cut back in. But she didn't have to wait for the audio to understand that the other Amy had just tried to climb on top of the Doctor and kiss him. Amy watched in fascination, and a twinge of embarrassment, as she attempted to kiss the Doctor. He jumped away from her, but she pursed him, pinning the man to the TARDIS and kissing him there.

Amy watched, of course, to see any signs of the Doctor kissing her back. She couldn't help it. It appeared to her that he must have been kissing her back at least partially because the kiss lasted for a few seconds and his mouth was moving along with hers. She smirked at herself, silently remembering the last time she'd shared a kiss with the Doctor and reminding herself that she would really like to continue that practice.

The memories flashed forward for a small time until she watched the Doctor burst out of a stripper cake at Rory's stag night. It was almost a bit painful to watch as he told Rory, and the rest of his mates, how his fiancé had tried to kiss him. Rory looked horrified and not consoled in the least when the Doctor tried to make him feel better by mentioning that he was indeed a lucky man because she was a great kisser. Amy began laughing at this scene and the Doctor's awkwardness.

More memories flashed by and Amy noticed subtle differences in the Doctor's relationship with her. The two would sometimes try to be more reserved around each other and Rory would sometimes seem like a third wheel at other times. Worst of all would be moments when the Doctor would start to smile and look like he was about to say something, but then he would look over at Rory and think better of it. Finally, Amy received a summary of what had happened with the Pandorica. The memories faded out and Amy found herself being separated from the Doctor's mind. She wanted to hold on, wanted that closeness provided by the mind meld, but she allowed herself to be brought back to her own mind and to reality on the sofa.

"Wow. There's so much… there," Amy murmured, finding that she was falling into the couch which suddenly seemed so comfortable. The Doctor stood up, picking up a folded blanket from an armchair next to the fireplace and draping it over Amy's body.

"Shh. We'll talk in the morning," the Doctor whispered. That was the last thing Amy heard or thought about before she fell asleep.

A/N: Hope you liked it! I didn't intend for this chapter to get so much longer than the others, but there was a lot to cover.