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"So, she's like you then?" Amy snarked from her position against the console railing, glaring darkly in her direction, "I thought you said you were the only-"

Before the human could finish her venomous statement, the Doctor suddenly cut her off, exclaiming loudly as he pulled a lever on the TARDIS.

"Right! Things to do, places to go! Not to mention the TARDIS needs a little fixing after her trip to the Void and back."

But Jana wasn't listening.

Stalking up to the Doctor, she yanked the monitor towards her, already beginning to input Gallifrey's coordinates into the ship.

"What do you think you're doing?" The Doctor squawked, almost sounding panicked as he swiftly took the monitor out of her hands, hastily swinging it back over towards him. "This is my TARDIS, not yours." He shook a reproachful finger at her.

"What are yo…?" She cut herself off, ugly suspicion clenching her hearts. "We need to get back to Gallifrey, Doctor," Jana said slowly, deliberately, never letting her eyes leave the man in front of her. The man that was refusing to meet her gaze. "Now."

"Doctor," The redhead human interrupted, scowling at her, "what is she talking about? You told me that your pl-"

"Can't," Once again, the Doctor interrupted his companion, pressing another button, "After your jump into the Void and back the TARDIS is low on energy, she needs refuelling."

Her eyes narrowed. "Fine. But she can refuel on Gallifrey."

But it seemed the Doctor had been well prepared for this answer.

"Nope! She won't make it that far. Apart from being low on energy she's also got a lot of damage that needs fixing as soon as possible. Afraid we're going to have to take a detour."

"Doctor," Jana growled, disbelieving of how flippant he was being with the lives of their people! Her men needed her! They needed him too! So why was he delaying?! "I will not be kept away from my home."

The Doctor paused, finally looking up to meet her eyes.

She sucked in a sharp breath, the devastated look in his eyes frightening her.

"I'm sorry," The apology that fell from his lips was soft, pained, utterly sincere, "but I can't take you back."

Abruptly, the man broke their shared gaze.

"At least not right now!" The Doctor clarified, jumping around the controls with enthusiasm. "The old girl needs some fixing up, and I'm sure Amy needs some rest after our run-in with the Angels."

"Indeed, Amy does," The female human spoke up, sending the Doctor a long, concerned, look. "In fact, Amy wants you to take her home."

While the Doctor seemed to wilt at those words, Jana felt her anger spark.

"No. No way!" She snapped, rounding the console until she was poking the Doctor in the chest with each word she spoke. "There is no way you are taking some human back to Earth before at least returning me to Gallifrey, do you hear me?! If the TARDIS can manage a trip to Earth, she can make it to Gallifrey!"

But the distressed hum of the walls around them seemed to disagree and Jana felt face drop.

She knew a little about how to interpret the sounds of a TARDIS, the ships were entwined with Time Lords, helping them travel through time and space, protecting them, just as they would protect the machines. They were loyal, so incredibly loyal, and to hear the TARDIS voice her inability to take Jana back home, back to the War, back to her men, the men that would be dying in their thousands in her absence, was devastating.

Her eyes closed with pain.

"I'm sorry," The Doctor whispered, his hand brushing softly against hers, as if unsure how she would take the physical contact.

Jana swallowed. "Not your fault," She said stiffly. "…Fine. We take your human back to Earth, refuel, repair the damage, and then we'll go." Looking up, she raised a questioning eyebrow at the Doctor's strangely blank face, unsure what had put such a look in his eyes. "Are we agreed, Doctor?"

Silence seemed to hang in the air, a tenseness she couldn't find the reason for.

"…Agreed," The Doctor said softly.

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Amy bit her lip as she watched the Doctor eye her wedding dress, unsure how he was taking the news of her engagement.

"Well," He coughed.

"Yeah."

"Blimey."

Her lips twitched. "I know. This is the same night we left, yeah?" Amy checked, knowing the Doctor didn't exactly have the greatest record in that area.

"We've been gone five minutes," He assured her with a small pat to her knee, but Amy caught the way his eyes drifted to the TARDIS' closed doors.

Their guest hadn't wanted to come.

As soon as they'd landed, Amy had wasted no time in telling the Doctor that she wanted to show him something, something important. She didn't know if he was just being difficult or oblivious to her wish for them to be alone, but he'd promptly turned to the unwelcome Time Lady and cheerfully invited her to come see a real-live human home.

The blonde had been less than impressed.

Without a word, Jana stalked past the grinning Doctor, stomping down the glass steps, and disappeared beneath the console, her intention to begin immediate work on repairs more than clear.

Amy hadn't been pleased to witness the way the Doctor's face had dropped at her deliberate snubbing, nor the guilt that flashed across his eyes as he watched the Time Lady through the glass floor at their feet.

That's when she'd pulled him, forcibly, from the control room, prancing into her room with a wide grin and butterfly's in her stomach.

Moving quickly, Amy reaching over to her bedside table, snatching a velvet box from the surface, holding it out to her Raggedy Man.

"I'm getting married in the morning."

His eyebrows lifted, shooting her an unsure glance. "Why did you leave it here?"

"Why did I leave my engagement ring when I ran away with a strange man the night before my wedding?"

"Yeah."

"Hmm," Amy's neck tilted, "you really are an alien, aren't you?"

But he didn't seem to hear her.

"Who's the lucky fellow?" The Doctor asked instead, apparently having gotten over his shock and now curious.

"You met him."

"Ah, the good looking one, or the other one?"

Amy felt her heart pinch at the mimicry of a large nose the Doctor gave, hitting him softly.

"The other one."

"Well," He coughed, unconvincingly, "he was good too."

"…Thanks," She said slowly, thoughts running quickly through her mind. "So, do you comfort a lot of people on the night before their wedding?"

"Why would you need comforting?" His tone was confused now, even a little bored.

"I nearly died," Amy reminded him pointedly. "I was alone in the dark, and I nearly died…And it made me think."

"Well, yes, natural." The Doctor shifted on her bed, making her slide closer, "I think sometimes. Well, lots of times."

Her eyes narrowed. "About what I want," She said slowly, annoyed that he wasn't getting it already – she'd never had this much trouble in the past – "About who I want. You know what I mean?"

"Yeah," The Doctor smiled, but quickly blinked. "No."

"About who I want."

"Oh, right," He nodded in a terribly over exaggerated manner, "yeah." There was a short pause. "No, still not getting it."

Shaking her head, now amused more than annoyed, Amy slid closer, licking her lips.

"Doctor. In a word, in one very simple word even you can understand," Her leg moved over his lap, her hands settling on his shoulders as she forcefully tried to take control, leaning down to capture the Doctor's lips.

"No!" Leaping up, pushing her away with panicked hands, the Doctor spun around, hands outstretched as if to ward her off. "You're getting married in the morning!"

"Well, the morning's a long time away," Speaking slowly, a coy smile on her lips, Amy dragged herself up, stalking the quickly retreating Doctor with predatory steps. "What are we going to do about that?"

Pinning him against the TARDIS, she hurriedly pushed down one of his braces, fingers already grasping at the stubborn buttons of his shirt, hoping with speed she might be able to overcome whatever shyness was stopping him from taking what she was so clearly offering him.

"Amy, listen to me!" The Doctor squawked, grabbing her grasping hands in his own, stilling her persistent efforts to undress him. "I am 907 years old! Do you understand what that means?!"

She smiled at him from beneath her lashes. "It's been a while?"

"Yeah. No! No, no, no. I'm 907, and look at me. I don't get older, I just change. You get older, I don't, and this can't ever work!"

Rolling her eyes, Amy was just about to open her mouth to reply when the distinct squeak of the TARDIS doors interrupted them.

"Well, well, well…so this is what attracts you to the human race so, Doctor."

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Damn. That's going to come back to haunt him, huh?

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