The Girl Who Didn't Make Sense

He's Saving Us

"So," Amy said awkwardly, leaning against Rory's dream car, one of the gifts courtesy of the Doctor. She was about to ask a question that she already knew the answer to, an answer she didn't want to hear. Nevertheless, it needed to be said. "You're leaving, aren't you?"

"You haven't seen the last of me," the Doctor replied, perched next to Amy on the car. The tension was thick and sad. He hated saying good-byes. So, the Doctor tried some humor. "'Bad Penny' is my middle name. Seriously, the looks I get when I try to fill a form."

"Why now?" the redhead asked, only managing a small smile at his joke.

The Doctor didn't reply immediately and when he next spoke, there was no humor. Only the sadness that he truly felt. "Because you're still... Breathing."

"Well, I think this is about the washing up," Amy sighed, deciding she didn't like the tension either. The two laughed, wondering how on Earth they had the ability to smile at a time like this.

"I mean, you're right," the Doctor went on, starting to get excited like he usually did when he talked about the possibilities and adventure throughout time and space. Amy would miss that. "There's still heaps of stuff to look at. Do you know there's a planet whose name literally translates to 'volatile circus'?" The Doctor made his way to the TARDIS slowly as he talked, wishing he could take her by the hand and drag her into the blue box on another fantastic adventure. "Or maybe there's a much bigger, scarier adventure waiting for you in there," he continued, motioning to the blue house with the TARDIS blue door.

Amy looked back at it with fear and slight hints of dread and disgust. She didn't want this life. She wanted life in the TARDIS. But the Doctor didn't love Amy like she loved him. Like Rory loved her. She was destined to live a life she didn't want to lead. Why was she foolish enough to believe this could last forever? She still loved Rory. A lot. But not like she loved the Doctor. Amy would never love anyone more than the Doctor. "Even so," Amy frowned, hiding it by ducking her head down to look at her feet and moving towards him. "We can't go like this. After everything we've been through, Doctor. Everything. You can't just drop me off at my house and say goodbye like we shared a cab."

Her eyes started to well and she could hear the anger start to rise in her voice. The Doctor looked on, sadly, trying to hold his own tears back. "And what's the alternative?" he murmured, knowing his voice would crack if he raised his voice any higher, "Me standing over your grave, over your broken body? Over Rory's body?" The minotaur's words echoed in his head and the image of his room flashed before his eyes. That was why he had to leave.

To hide her oncoming tears, Amy grabbed a hold of his tweed jacket and clung to him tightly. She tried to commit everything to her memory, afraid it would all escape her as soon as he vanished in his blue box. The feel of his jacket, his thick, dark hair, the familiar scent of TARDIS grease and cologne. The Doctor buried his face in her fiery tresses, knowing this would be the last time he'd hold her in his arms, feeling the warmth from her body sink in through his clothes, all the way to his two hearts.

They both knew they'd have to part sometime, and when they did, the Doctor could see droplets begin to roll down Amy's cheeks. If he didn't leave soon, he knew he'd break down as well, and maybe even invite her back in.

She tried to play her tears off with a smile, putting forth as much cheer into her voice as she could manage. "If you bump into my daughter, tell her to visit her old mum sometime."

"And look after him," the Doctor said, pointing his gaze towards the house.

"Look after you," Amy replied, wishing he wouldn't be left alone. Who was going to laugh and banter with him? Who was going to stand by and pretend not to be impressed by all the wonderful worlds he showed with that stupid bow tie that he somehow managed to pull off? She so very badly wished she was the answer to those questions. But she wasn't.

She kissed him on the forehead, a gesture he had so often done to give Amy comfort and security. This time, it was the Doctor that needed to be told everything was going to be okay, that he could handle the alone time on the TARDIS and would find a companion ten times better than Amy could ever be. He wished to say so much to Amy, but he felt the tears coming, coming fast, and turned back to the TARDIS before Amy could see. But he wanted one last glimpse of her. So beautiful the Doctor thought, She's always been so beautiful.

They both laughed at the Doctor's awkward wave as he headed back into the TARDIS, this time without Amy, leaving her behind like he had all those years ago. Amy watched, listening to the familiar sound of the TARDIS' brakes that the Doctor always forgot to take off. And as the blue box began to disappear, Amy's laughs began to gradually turn into sobs.

"What happened?" asked Rory, champagne glasses in hand, coming out to celebrate a little too late.

A few moments later, Amy spoke. "He's saving us."

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