Big Ben Strikes The Eleventh Hour (Wholock)

The Girl Who Waited

"Amy..." the Doctor pleaded, looking heartbroken. "You... you can't."

Amy sighed, and walked into the control room, passing the metal rod and therefore the responsibility of zombie Rory to John, who did not look happy about it. The Doctor kept his eyes on her; not even noticing when John called out to Sherlock, and the latter walked out. His mind was consumed by the betrayal by his friend. Some small part of him knew it really wasn't betrayal, but after everyone else that had left, it sure felt that way.

Perhaps Amy saw that small detail, because her eyes softened. Not that the Doctor noticed, he had finally looked away from her and had busied himself with preparing the spaceship with better security.

 "Doctor..." Amy said slowly. "I'll be alright. I'm not leaving."

"..."

"I have to do this, Doctor."

"..."

"It'll only be a couple minutes till you see me again."

"..."

"Doctor, he waited for me for a thousand years, I can wait for him."

"..."

"Doctor, please, say something."

"..."

"..."

"Alright," the Doctor finally agreed. Amy's face brightened, and that almost made it worth it for the Doctor. "I'm really sorry I can't-"

Amy shook her head, waving her hand in his face to stop him. "No, don't. Just... just get going. The longer you wait the longer it'll be. Just go."

The Doctor gulped, trying to get at least some cognizable words through the lump in his throat, but all he could croak out was a shaky "Okay" before Amy pushed him out of the control room and waved goodbye. 

He barely felt John and Sherlock take his arms and pull him down the corridor, one far more gentle than the other. But as they were about to turn the corner, the Doctor pulled away. 

"You two go ahead to the TARDIS," he told them quickly. "I'll be right back."

And before they could argue, he ran in the opposite direction, toward the control room. Sherlock rolled his eyes at the Doctor's antics, and John blinked, confused.

"Should we go get him?" John asked Sherlock, uncertainly watching the Doctor's receding figure dash down the corridor.  

"No," Sherlock answered, turning the corner and walking towards the TARDIS. "He meet us there. Amy will make him."

John hesitated for a minute, and then followed Sherlock, still a bit worried.

The Doctor rushed through the doorway to the control room and Amy looked up at him in surprise, well at least until she saw who it was. Then it morphed into something more like exasperation.

"Doctor," Amy groaned. "I told you already, I not-"

"Yeah, yeah, I know," the Doctor interrupted. "I get that, I came to give you something else."

Amy gave him a curious look and the Doctor grabbed one of the spare piece of paper, a instruction manual, he thought, and a pen, then jotted something down on it. 

"Here you are," the Doctor announced cheerfully, handing the paper to Amy. After rolling her eyes, Amy took it and read it.

"A... a phone number?" Amy asked after she read it, looking over to the Doctor. "Is it yours?"

"Uh huh!" the Doctor answered happily. "Now you can call me if anything goes wrong."

 "...Or if everyone returns to normal, right?" Amy asked after a few seconds.

"Huh?" was the Doctors intelligent reply back. "Oh, yeah, sure, that too, I guess."

Amy rolled her eyes, internally chuckling at the Doctor's goofiness. "Thank you, Doctor."

The Doctor smiled at her, and Amy noticed it was sadder than his usual smile.

"It's just a couple minutes," Amy insisted again. "I'll be fine, Doctor."

The Doctor nodded, but didn't leave.

"Doctor, I promise I'll never leave you behind," Amy promised.

Still not saying anything, the Doctor nodded to her and backed out of the room. He disappeared, but a few seconds later he poked his head back into the room.

"See you later, Amy," he told her.

"See you later, Raggedy Man."