Hey I'm so sorry! I uploaded the wrong chapter! if anyone read this earlier I am SO SO SO sorry that was a private project for something totally diffrent. I've replaced it with the actual one. Here is the final chapter of my story (finally) featuring Amy and the 11th Doctor. This takes place before Rory joins the crew, so yea, sorry for the wait. ENJOY!

Amy, for lack of anything better to do, had started painting on her TARDIS wall. At first she had just been scribbling with a pencil in the bottom corners near her bed, but then it got bigger and bigger.

Now she had a few cans of paint, was wearing a smock, and had already filled in the background of the mural. There was a dramatic green hill behind a cute pond and a rickety farm house.

She was so caught up in it, that she missed the Doctor's knock and his rude entrance into her room. He stumbled to halt when he saw Amy's work, and stood watching her for a few minutes, quite.

When Amy turned to dip her brush back in the water glass, she finally saw him.

"What are you doing in here?" She screeched, being sure to cover up the main point of the mural, which the Doctor hadn't seen yet.

"Well, I came to get you, but then I saw that you were busy, so…" He managed to look a little guilty, but then he smiled brightly.

"It's brilliant!" The Doctor said, trying to pear around Amy, to view the missing part.

She wouldn't let him. "Get out!" She shouted and pointed at the door with a blue painted finger. "My room and my painting. Get out!"

"Amy, are you alright?" The Doctor saw tears budding in Amy's eyes and he took a soft step closer. Amy jumped back giving the Doctor a peek at the sad little girl holding a rag doll, half painted onto the wall.

Although he found the painting fantastic, he was more focused on the fact that Amy was scared, and he was the one that had scared her.

"Now, calm down, Amy. What's wrong?" The young Scottish girl took a deep breath, calmer but still obviously not alright.

"I'm alright." She told the Doctor, smiling weakly. "You just shocked me, is all." She knew the Doctor wasn't going to accept that answer, so she gave in to her tears, and let them pour down her paint streaked face.

He stood at a distance, worried that if he approached her, she might scare again.

"Why's the girl in the painting so sad?" He asked, finally uncomfortable with the almost silence.

"It's me, as a kid." Amy said, frowning at the wall, as if that would change history. "I probably had one of the worst childhoods a kid could have." Ruefully, she kicked at a can of paint, and it when spattering everywhere.

"I hated it. They all thought I was crazy, I couldn't even get a job when I grew up." Her voice when from scared to angry and she started to pace.

"Do you think I wanted to be a kiss-a-gram?" She shouted, spinning to look at the Doctor.

"My whole life the only good things I ever had was Rory, and you! And you left me and now I've left Rory! Argh!" Her foot slammed into another can of paint, and Amy growled as blue specks cover her green hill.

She kept on yelling, about how her Aunt thought she was worthless, and the time the village boys threw rocks at her, and other thing, and the whole time the Doctor stood quite, listening to her every word with care and interest.

She finally softened her voice, and the tears came back, with different memories. How her first boyfriend only wanted only wanted one thing, and how she never knew her parents, but everyone said they were terrible people, and she was lucky that they had abandoned her.

These cut away at the Doctor and he wanted more and more to softly hug away all of Amy's fears, and tell her that he would make it better. He thought it was almost over, but then Amy started to talk about her uncle.

"My Aunt married him when I was 12, and I've hated him ever since then. He was terrible. He broke my arm once, slammed shut a window on my elbow, just so he could sue the company and get some money. One night he finally died in his sleep, drunk, and I'd never been happier. Rory was the only man in my life to ever treat me nice. What's wrong with me Doctor?" She stood still and looked up at him with her big eyes overflowing with tears.

'She feels guilty' The Doctor realized, scrambling for an idea on how to comfort her. 'Honesty.' He decided.

"Amy." He said as gently as he could, while stepping towards her with the smallest steps as possible.

"There is nothing wrong with you. There was no reason at all for what they did to you Amy. You are brilliant, fantastic, gorgeous, and none of that is your fault." He was now within touching distance of her, but the Doctor kept his hand clamped behind her back.

"There is no reason in this whole universe that could make up for what they did. You know that right?" He finally reached out one hand to her, giving Amy the choice as to whether or not he was aloud to touch her.

She flinched, and leaned away, chewing on her bottom lip.

"I'll never hurt you, Amy." The Doctor said, making sure his voce was as gentle as possible.

Then surprising the Doctor, Amy ran past his hand, and jumped into a hug, squeezing the Doctor as if he was her tether to reality.

"I need you Doctor, I need you so bad, please don't ever leave me again." The desperation in her voice was shocking, and the Doctor softly held her against his body.

"I promise, Amelia Pond, that as long as I'm in charge you'll be as close to me as you can be." The stood like that for a while, until Amy picked up one of her brushes, and while the Doctor watched, she painted over her destroyed mural, and let go of her past.

Was it good? Okay? Did it suck worse than Nicola Bryant's American accent? Please let me know. And YAY! We're done! Thanks to all of my faithful viewers and anybody else! I know Amy's character was a little off, but I really like the way JO's story went so I wanted to finish with something similar and I got this. The painting had a much more important meaning in my first draft, but it took up unwanted space, so I canned it. REVEW please!