Its just a little moment between the 11th Doctor and Amy I thought up. Hope you like it.

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Drowning in a Pond

"Amy?" He spoke in quiet urgency, placing his forehead on hers once again, closing his eyes. "How scared were you? Alone. In the dark. With the angels. Surrounded. How scared were you?" He waited for an answer, for her voice to come through the darkness in his mind and waiting to listen for the fear he had caused her, all the ways he had hurt her.
"I was terrified. I thought I was going to die. I thought…" she began in a flood of feeling but carried on in little more than a frightened whisper, "I thought I was never going to see you again."
He opened his eyes and stared into hers. "That's how scared I am, right now." Looking back into his eyes, she saw that he had never spoken more truthfully then he placed his hand on the side of her neck and closed his eyes, pressing his lips gently to hers. Just for a moment he allowed himself to feel everything. Far too much he felt for Amelia Pond. All the remorse he held for forgetting her for fourteen years. It had only been moments for him. His horror when he left her at the hands of the Weeping Angels and every time he put her in danger, he would never forgive himself for that, and this deep, uncontrollable attraction to her, raw, new, frightening and strange, but also comforting and warm. He felt the want taking over, the unsafe feeling of not being entirely in control, he needed control. He drew his lips away then, their foreheads still together. He opened his eyes again and gazed into hers.

"What are you thinking?" Amy asked after a minute of silence, her voice slightly dazed as they stood and stared into each other, the Doctor still holding her.
He blinked slowly. Opening his eyes again he smiled at her, still so close he could feel her breath playing on his lips. "It's nothing." No more than a whisper was needed to cross the space between them.
"I think it's something."
"Amelia Pond, you are so much more than a fairytale, you make me feel… It's like drowning," he breathed. Almost silently he added, "I'm scared."
"Me too," she whispered back then she looked at him, noticed he was looking at her accidentally cross-eyed and couldn't help but laugh. "We'll be okay though."
"Eventually," he agreed. 'Maybe' he added to himself.