Amy was surprised to have run into him again, and surprised that he looked to different; but the fact that he was working on the TARDIS confirmed the fact that he was The Doctor. She figured that he would probably be wondering how she was here though, and be pretty confused. "Doctor; you really shouldn't look surprised, did you really think that the Weeping Angel's would be able to get rid of us?" She questioned with her classic cocky 'I'd like to see them try' smile.

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The Doctor’s clothes were stained with grease.   Honestly he was just trying to make improvements (and he was also very very bored).   He didn’t understand why Sexy had tried to fight him on moving from this spot.   He just wanted to go to the past and see a few old friends.   The knowledge that Amy and Rory were lost hurt.  Not as much as the day he had lost them but the pain was still there.

Maybe he had forgotten to lock the door while he had been working and as he looked up from where he was working.    He heard a voice that caused The Doctor to jolt up and he was quick to finish up what he had been doing.   “Amelia?” He called.    He knew he didn’t sound the same, he couldn’t, it had been a long time since he had heard her voice, not a recording.

She looked exactly the same.   It wasn’t right, something was the matter here.  Because of the Paradox, Amelia Pond would have died of old age by now.

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     Amy was currently making her way 'home' from the Social Services job that Pa--Her mother had managed to get her a job at. Really, this was all taking more getting used to then she'd like. Being pulled back into the future by your magical family after being trapped by an alien in the past and being told that you have magical powers? Yeah--a bit much. The Alien stuff had been a lot easier to digest then the fact that she had magic powers.

     She turned into a corner store that she was passing, figuring that she'd get some snacks and head to the park instead of going straight back to Paige and Henry's house. She really didn't feel like facing them, and Rory was still at his new job. Really, she kind of wished she'd stayed in the past. But the fact that now she could make sure that her own parents--the Ponds--we doing okay was a bit of a plus.

     Though everyone's fascination with her adventures through time and space was kind of nice. She paused though in her reaching for her money to pay for her snack when she heard a familiar sound. Throwing a couple of bills that equaled at least 5 dollars more then she needed to pay towards the cashier she called. "Keep the change!" As she ran out the door with her bags and looked around, grinning when she saw a blue police box that was definitely out of place in 21st century San Fransisco.

     She hurried towards it and banged on the door when she got there before calling out. "Doctor! Are you in here?"

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     "But Daddy it's not my fault." Kat said, trying to sound more innocent by calling him 'Daddy'. "That boy just ran into my arm I swear, I didn't do anything."

"Young lady, you are in so much trouble!”

     "Well--that would be because I'd rather not die. And there is the fact that I look just like her." Mary said with a roll of her eyes. "What kind of proof do you need? Her life story? Cause I'm not entirely sure about the entire thing yet myself; seems like it's a lot to get through and I only met her a couple of weeks ago. How about I just bring you to her? She would have come herself but apparently she is completely unable to travel through time anymore. The Elder dudes said something about it taking a tone of energy just to get her back to her normal time--something called a Weeping Angel disrupted her abiltiy to trael through it or something." She explained with a roll of her eyes. "Not forward or backwards, stick riding out time with no way to cheat."

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"Why’d you do that? There’s no fun in this, anymore." She studied the woman with a calculated overview. "Yes, as a matter a fact, it is." She folded her arms. "Where’s your proof, dear?"

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"I can’t control this. It wont stop—it keep’s getting colder. Why’d this have to start now?" Amy said to herself, referring to the new ability that she’d recently developed only 2 days before. She’d sat herself in the bathroom for the last 24 hours with hot water soaking her feet and only come out when Rory had left.

Really she wished that this had started before they had been separated from The Doctor by the Weeping Angels. How was she suppose to figure out what to do now? She hadn’t even told Rory about the fact that she had any kind of ability’s at all, though really she’d only discovered them when they’d jumped from the building.

When they’d almost hit the ground she’d ended up orbing them away to the cemetery. The Paradox of Rory having died in the building but never having been sent back having been enough to defeat the weeping angels. Rory had hit his head though when they landed in the Cemetery and been knocked out and it didn’t seem like he remembered the strange teleporting thing.

     "And why not?" Amy asked sitting down next to him. "I'm a grown women who's perfectly capable of deciding if she should help a man who's crying in the street if you didn't notice." She told him, her normal sass leaking through her concern. "My name's Tamora--what's yours?" She questioned, figuring that she would go with her birth name; at least for now. Until she decided if it was safe to let him know that she knows his future self that is.

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     Amy wasn't so sure that she should approach him--she recognized him as one of the Doctor's past faces but she knew that messing with people's time lines could do more harm then good. She couldn't just sit there and watch him crying though--and so she ran over to him, pulling off her jacket when she got close enough to notice him trembling.

    Once she was next to him she knelt down, draping her long coat over him as she did. "Hey--are you alright? What happened?" She questioned, being careful not to call him 'Doctor' because she wasn't sure if she was suppose to be meeting him at this point in his time line. She still needed to help though, because her was the Doctor no matter what face he had. He had done so much for the universe that he deserved to have someone there when he needed them.

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The last planet he’d been on had been destroyed in a civil war he hadn’t been able to stop.

The last person he’d promised to save -a girl, not older than twelve- had been killed because he hadn’t been fast enough.

As a soldier, a veteran, he was used to losing. But at some point it always got too much. He never showed. It was a weakness he didn’t want to admit to himself.

But now, as he was vulnerable already, his nightmares came back as well. The drumming, the war, the screams…

After he’d woken up this morning, he had left the Tardis, running out without even checking where he was.

He just kept running and running until he felt like he was going to collapse. So he fell down to his knees at the side of the street somewhere in the middle of nowhere, soaked wet and trembling from the cold as much as from the emotions he held back. He wanted to scream, to curse, to let it all out, but all he managed was a dry sob.

Still trembling, he curled in on himself and felt the cool raindrops on his face being joined by the warmth of his tears.

     "Listen,I don't know what kind of crazy alien trip your on--but I am definitely human. There's some weird stuff out there but I've yet to have any proof that I'm anything but human. My parents are human so how couldn't I be?" Amy told him, standing up once the demon was gone--how exactly was she suppose to explain this to Rory? "In fact--everyone in my family is human; well...except for my daughter River."

     She sure as hell wasn't about to get into that conversation at the moment. She had a hard enough time wrapping her head around it herself, let alone explaining it to a complete stranger--or what she thought was a complete stranger. "Look--I don't mean to burst your bubble, but I need to go. I'm already late for my photo-shoot and the publisher probably already wants my head as it is."

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Wyatt could feel the repeated attacks of the demons against the couch they were hiding behind. Wyatt didn’t have to hide, well, he never had too. But when he had someone to protect, he didn’t like to ever leave their side. Especially to be cocky and prance around like he had this. And he did. He just wanted to be extra careful. 

"That’s it. I’ve had enough of this!" in a quick movement, he orbed out and then appeared behind the demons throwing his hands out towards them, flicking each finger until they all combusted. 

With a relaxed breath, the witch turned back to the redhead and continued the conversation they were having. “Yeah, actually. Yeah you are. You’re also a whitelighter too.”

"Because now is really not the time to be drinking River." Amy told her daughter, a little annoyed that she was so calm about what they were learning at the moment,. Being told by the three women in front of them that Amy's name was actually Tamora and she was adopted by the Ponds.

"What was that for?"

"Is this some kinda top-hat apocalypse or something? Is that trickster angel guy back? Should we find a fancy restaurant or something to go to before they disappear? There are so many important questions."

"Uncle Sam!? Uncle Sam is that you!?"

"Uncle Sam!? Uncle Sam is that you!?"

"Dean? DEAN WHERE ARE YOU? I CAN’T SEE."

'Did he just…boop my nose?' Mary thought before deciding to ignore the fact and tell him. “Your twelve kinds of crazy aren’t you? I bet next your gonna tell me that you own a purple unicorn that can fly. Or that you know a werewolf with a silver tooth.”

"I don’t know what your talking about because my name is not Amy and I have no idea who you are." Mary told the person in front of her; ready to grab for the silver knife hidden in the back of her waist band. ~mitchelltwinmagicthepoweroftwo(The url is for a side blog which is why I'm sending this on anon ^^ )

"But that… doesn’t make any sense…" She looked like her though, hope had left him again. Hope that she might be alive and well, living normally.

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