A/N: Full Plot Summary: It was never supposed to happen. The Doctor told her so, but that didn't change the fact that it was going to. Amy is split up from the Doctor and Rory and finds herself stuck with another man called the "Doctor". Amy finds herself faced with a dangerous situation, save this Doctor and be trapped with him forever, or leave him and never meet her Doctor again.

Rated T for violence, some dark themes, mild language, and an adult situation.

WARNING: Contains Spoilers for "The Impossible Astronaut", "The Wedding of River Song", and possibly "A Town Called Mercy". This story is slightly AU, so if you don't like, don't read. Thank you.

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Chapter One

The Surge

It was a normal day, as a traditional 'normal' standard would go. My husband and I were at home, sitting on the back porch drinking tea. The sun was warm on my skin, but the slightly chilled wind of fall was the only reminder that fall was coming.

Rory sat beside me, reading a book and muttering the words under his breath. I teased him about it constantly. It was especially annoying at night when I was trying to sleep. At least I didn't keep him up when I read books. But he'd always retort with something about reading me to sleep. I never remember ending that conversation. I'm not telling him that, otherwise he might get an idea to keep on at it.

Our good friend, the Doctor, was off who knows where saving the Universe, I was certain. Off in his little box that was bigger on the inside, he'd be off befriending planets you couldn't pronounce, stopping wars, stopping for any little boy or girl who cried. That was just his thing. When you're that old and that alone, you don't stop and watch some little kid cry.

If I remembered right, the last time I asked his age we were sitting on a beach, and he claimed to be 1109 years old. Still getting used to that. One day he was 907, and then he was 1109, and then he was 1200. He's always jumping around like that. Stupid Time Machines, always making things go wibbly, or however he liked to put it.

"It's been six months." I said in frustration, setting my empty tea cup down and stretching my arms. Rory looked up from his book. He wasn't surprised. I was always bringing up the Doctor. He couldn't blame me. I knew he missed the raggedy-space man too.

"He's probably busy, you know that."

"Too busy to visit?" I proclaimed. "Well I'm not having that. I'm going to have a word with that stupid old alien the moment I see him again!" Rory smiled that adorable little half smile when he was amused.

"You're so Scottish," he said endearingly. I smiled. When he said that, he was feeling a bit lovey-dovey, as my Mum would put it when I teased her about Dad's actions.

"I know," I replied, standing up and dusting off my pants.

"I'm bored. We have to go get the groceries, yeah?" I asked. Rory nodded.

"Yeah. You want me to come with you?" He asked.

"What? No, no. You stay here and finish your book or something. I just need to get out and do something, you know?"

"No, not really." Rory replied. "But that's fine. I can stay if you want."

"Great. See you soon," I said, leaning down and kissing the top of his head.

"Love you," He said as I turned to walk away.

"Love you," I echoed back with a smile.

Shopping was just as boring as sitting out back. But, I wouldn't have to go shopping for awhile. I'd have to write down the date so if the Doctor came back, he could return us to a closer date before the milk went bad. Again.

I walked outside and looked for the red car that Rory loved so much when I bumped into someone.

"Oh, sorry, sorry… my fault there…" The person said, quickly stabilizing me before I could fall over. I gave him a strange look when I saw him looking me over carefully. The man was dressed strangely for a Saturday. Suit, tie. Maybe he was one of those big business people?

"Oi, I'm fine. Don't worry about it," I said sharply. I couldn't tell if he was checking me out or if he really was that concerned if I was okay or not.

"Right, of course. Good luck out there," The man said, tipping his hat and quickly walking away. I watched him go. What was that supposed to mean? 'Good luck out there?' I rolled my eyes. One of those weirdo's I supposed.

And that's when I heard it. I was putting the groceries in the car when I heard the whirring engines of the TARDIS. Someone left the brakes on. I didn't even bother locking the car. I ran as fast as I could for the sound. Oh, when I saw him I'd have his ear off with my scolding! I was getting pretty good at it now that I was married.

"Doctor!" I called, probably looking strange to everyone else. But I really couldn't care less. I was going to find him. Oh, I'd find him and then some…!

And then suddenly I was standing in some old abandoned construction site. I looked around, wiping some of my long hair behind my ear. I couldn't see anything.

I had no idea how long I investigated that area. But I swear, I searched that place top to bottom and I didn't find the TARDIS.

I returned to the shopping center and climbed into my car, which remarkably, hadn't been broken into in my absence. I drove home with a heavy heart and parked in front of our house. As I climbed out and grabbed the groceries, I glanced around the neighborhood. Everything was exactly the same.

"Rory, I'm home," I called as I fumbled for the house key to open the door. He opened it for me and grabbed the groceries.

"I thought we only needed milk and butter. What's all this?" He asked incredulously as I stepped inside and closed the door.

"Stuff. You never know when you're gonna' need stuff." I replied easily and took off my coat.

I walked into the kitchen with Rory and watched him begin to put things away. He was thinking about something, I could tell. The look on his face said it all.

"What happened while I was gone?" He responded immediately.

"There was this strange man hanging around our street. I only noticed not long after you left. He just stood there and it looked like he was taking pictures." I narrowed my eyes.

"Did you call the police?" I asked. Rory shrugged and closed the fridge.

"No. It's not like he was really disturbing the peace or anything. I just thought it was… strange."

"Strange strange," I said curiously, "Or strange, kind of strange." He watched me for a moment, thinking over what that meant.

"I don't know." He replied finally.

"And is he gone now?" I asked, looking out the window. The street was practically empty.

"No. He left sometime before you returned." I felt a shiver run up my spine.

Something didn't feel right today. I couldn't put my finger on it but something just felt off.

"It was probably nothing," I said, more to myself than to Rory. "We shouldn't worry about it until something happens otherwise."

"Right." Rory agreed.

The doorbell rang.

"I got it," He said and disappeared down the hallway. I nodded to him and picked up a pear, rolling it around in my hands as I thought about the man Rory saw. I was still debating as to whether or not I should tell Rory about hearing the TARDIS. I didn't want to. Maybe I was just hearing things. I missed the Doctor so much that I thought I was hearing things that just weren't there. How terrible.

I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair. Time was just so slow.

"Amy! Amy, where is Amy?!" A voice filled the hallways. Great. Now I was hearing him in the hallways too. I walked into the hall and stopped dead in my tracks. There he was, bow tie and all. He was practically shaking Rory back and forth and was demanding to know where I was.

"AMY!" Rory shouted.

"Doctor! What are you doing?" I yelled in disbelief.

"Amy, there you are! Come with me, now!" The Doctor said, grabbing my hand and dragging me outside.

"Oh, Rory, better come too." He cried, also dragging Rory along.

"Doctor, what's wrong? Where are we going?" I demanded, still getting over the fact he had barged into our house and practically assaulted my husband, which the latter is something he never does. Well, at least not usually…

"To the TARDIS," he replied tensely, turning down an alley way where the blue phone box was waiting.

"Something has happened. Something, not quite bad but could go very, very wrong." The Doctor vaguely explained, unlocking the doors and quickly hurrying us inside.

"Doctor, I don't understand." Rory said. "What has happened?" With the doors closed and locked safely behind him, the Doctor turned around and ran his hands through his lengthy light brown hair.

"I'm not entirely sure yet." He finally replied, taking a deep breath or two. I shifted on my feet.

"So, all of that could have been completely unnecessary?" I asked. He shook his head hard.

"No, that was completely necessary. I didn't have a choice really."

"What's that supposed to mean? You didn't have a choice, you always have a choice." I said in frustration as the Doctor ran up to the console.

"I didn't have a choice because you told me that's what I'd do." The Doctor replied coolly, swinging a lever. The TARDIS shuddered slightly and I rushed up to the console with Rory.

"What? I told you to do no such thing!" I exclaimed.

"Did you?" Rory asked in a hushed whisper. I gaped at him.

"No-NO! Of course not!" I exclaimed.

"DOCTOR. Tell me right now what's going on or I swear—"

"No time for swearing Amy. What happened today? Something happened that was different. Tell me what it was." The Doctor said hurriedly. Was he… sweating?

"Um… some guy was poking around our block? Bit weird, but nothing completely out of the ordinary." Rory quickly explained. The Doctor shook his head.

"No, it would be close. Something face to face. Able to have a conversation, shake hands, something like that! I don't know what you domestics do all day!" Domestics. There was a new word.

"I ran into someone today," I suddenly remembered. "Well, actually it was more like he was in a full on run and crashed into me. He said 'good luck' or something weird like that." I said. The Doctor's face paled and I knew I'd done something wrong. At least wrong on his standards.

"So he was able to touch you, to do something to you?" He said, starting to look me over.

"Um, sure. But he didn't, I would have noticed." I said reassuringly. But when the Doctor's eyes met mine, I suddenly understood the gravity of the situation. The Doctor was terrified.

"Are you absolutely certain. One hundred percent certain?" He asked, shifting on his feet.

"Um… maybe 99% certain…?" I said carefully.

Suddenly a shooting pain erupted in my gut. I cried out and doubled over. Rory was by my side in an instant.

"Amy, what's wrong." He turned his attention to the Doctor.

"What's happening to her? What's all this about? And it had better not be another ganger thing!" Rory exclaimed. The Doctor took a step back.

"No, it's not another ganger thing, Rory. But you may want to step back."

"Wha-Why?" I choked out, panting as I tried to catch my breath. Another wave of pain racked my body and I hit the floor.

"Doctor!" Rory shouted.

"Rory get back! She's been touched by a concentrated Time Surge." The Doctor ordered, grabbing Rory and pulling him away. I reached for him, but the Doctor took his place and took my head in his hands.

"Amy, I need you to listen to me very carefully. You're about to be sent back in time."

"Time…?" I gasped out, cringing as another wave hit me. "Wha….what is that supposed….supposed to… mean?!" The Doctor pressed his forehead against mine.

"Not just any time. My time. Back into my past. And it's changing everything. Everything I remember is changing into something else and it's because you were there. I don't know how or why yet, but it's happening, now, and I can't stop it. I'm so sorry, this was never supposed to happen!"

"Doctor…" I said, slowly catching my breath. "Am I going to be okay? Tell me, truthfully. Am I going to be alright?" I whispered. The Doctor sighed.

"You'll be alright," he said, and I knew he was speaking the truth. "But… you'll be stuck until the Surge wears off. You won't be able to return to this time line for a little while. Just a little while, then I can take you back to your normal life, with Rory. With Rory, just like you want." The Doctor petted my hair lovingly and sighed again.

"Amy, I need you to promise me something."

"Promise… what?" I asked, hissing in pain.

"No matter how tempted you are, do not press the green button."

"What?!" I exclaimed, fisting his jacket in my hands. "What the hell are you talking about?" I exclaimed.

"I'm sorry, Amelia. Just hold on!"

My vision went white and I felt as though I was falling. It lasted for what seemed like forever. Falling, and seeing nothing but pure white energy that tore at everything I was. I screamed and held on to myself for dear life, focusing only on Rory and the Doctor.

Then, just as I was about to hit the ground, everything went black. I remained motionless, refusing to move. I tried to convince myself I wasn't dead, but I was afraid of what it would mean if I was alive.

"Are you okay? Where'd you come from...? How'd you get here, actually? You haven't been dabbling in huon particles have you?"

I groaned and opened my eyes, suddenly aware of two hands on my face.

"Oh, and look! You're ginger! I love ginger hair, always wanted it but it still evades me. Someday though…"

"OI. Get your hands off." I growled.

"Oh, and Scottish too. Brilliant!" He said. I stared as his hands retreated to rest on his knees.

The man was wearing a brown pinstripe suit with a blue tie. He wore a pair of white converse shoes, and his dark brown hair was sticking up like someone got a little too excited with the hair gel. His smile was large enough to swallow a sea, and his dark brown eyes twinkled at me merrily, like you'd expect either a love sick teenager to have, or a really old grandpa. But this man was clearly neither.

"Where am I?" I groaned as I sat up, but then froze. I knew this room. Back when we battled HOUSE, and it had taken over the TARDIS. Idris, or really, the TARDIS in human form, had directed us to this room to be safe. But that room had been dark, empty, cold. This room was bright, filled with energy, and was warm and so, so alive. The man offered me a hand and pulled me up.

"Well, the proper question is where you were?" He asked with an amused tone. I took a deep breath and gathered myself. His voice was everywhere. One second it was low, then it was high like a mouse, then it was somewhere in the middle, then who knows where.

"I was… I was… here…" His eyes suddenly narrowed and his smile faltered ever so slightly.

"Here." He echoed.

"Yeah, but it looked different. The column looks the same, that big… blue thing… But… Well…" I said, slowly turning around and examining it. I spotted the doors and ran to them.

"Wait! I don't think you should—" I swung the doors open and smiled to see galaxies and stars and space in all its beauty.

"So, who are you then?" I asked, turning around to see the man looked very startled.

"What do you mean?" He asked.

"Well, you're not the Doctor. So where you some companion or something?" The man's smile completely disappeared.

"You must be from my future." He said calmly, digging his hands in his pockets.

"That's what he said… wait… you're the Doctor…?" I exclaimed, closing the doors and walking back to him. Suddenly his smile was back full force, but this time it didn't reach his eyes.

"Pleasure to meet you early!" He said happily, shaking my hand. My mind raced. How was that possible? This man looked completely different. He was completely different. Then I suddenly remembered. The beach. His 'death'. That light. He'd explained it to me.

I was talking to one of his past regenerations.

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