. . . happy holidays, everyone, I guess? :P I guess you can consider this your Christmas present, and possibly New Year's, too, since I doubt I'll get the next Tennant special out before then. XD

Again, so sorry it's taken this long to get the second part out. See, there's this thing called school and finals, and it's important to get those done first before fanfiction. Good news is, I've got an extremely high GPA now thanks to dedication to school, and not only are my DC fics getting more popular (thank God I'm not the only one obsessed with SuperArrow), I found the time to do this while over break! Huzzah! :D

I won't give you an intro. :) Enjoy "The Big Bang!"

***

"So, the universe ended," Rory mused to Amy, still holding her in his lap, Rose and Jenny on either side of him. "You missed that, in 102 AD. I suppose this means you and I never get born at all. Twice, in my case. You would have laughed at that." He looked down at Amy, but she didn't respond. Well, of course she wouldn't – she was dead! "Please laugh," he begged. "The Doctor said the universe was huge and ridiculous, and sometimes there were miracles. I could do with a ridiculous miracle about now!"

"Mum!" Jenny's jaw dropped.

The other two looked up, stunned, as the Apocalypse appeared in a flash of electricity, a mop under her arm, and . . . was she wearing a fedora? "Rory!" she grinned. "And family! Listen, she's not dead. Well, she is dead, but it's not the end of the world." She frowned. "Well, it is the end of the world. Actually, it's the end of the universe." She frowned. "Oh, no. Hang on!"

She vanished, and Rose's jaw dropped. "Oh, my God, she's madder than ever."

"Apocalypse?" Rory shouted. "Apocalypse!"

She reappeared, this time without the mop. "You need to get me out of the Pandorica," she said.

"But you're not in the Pandorica," Rory frowned.

"Yes, I am," the Apocalypse nodded. 'Well, I'm not now, but I was back then. Well, back now from your point of view, which is back then from my point of view."

" . . . what?" Jenny frowned.

The Apocalypse sighed. "Time travel," she shook her head in annoyance. "You can't keep it straight in your head. It's easy to open from the outside," she held out her screwdriver to Rose. "Just point and press. Now, go." She vanished, but then quickly returned. "Oh, and when you're done, leave my screwdriver in her top pocket. Good luck!"

Rory frowned in confusion as she left. "What do you mean? Do what?"

"Well," Rose stood up. "Let's go see the Pandorica!"

***

"Oh, no," Jenny whimpered when they ran down to see the chamber completely empty. "Mum's in that?"

"Not for long," Rose aimed the screwdriver and pressed the button.

The Pandorica slid open, and the Apocalypse blinked at them from where she was retrained. "How did you do that?" she asked as Rose pressed the button again, releasing her.

"You gave me this," Rose answered.

The Apocalypse frowned, rummaging in her jacket before pulling out her screwdriver. "No, I didn't."

"Well, future you did," Rose said.

The Apocalypse tilted her head, tapping their screwdrivers together, and both jumped when sparks flew. "Temporal energy," she nodded. "Same screwdriver at different points in its own time stream. So, I've got a future. That's nice." She frowned, pointing her screwdriver to the side. "That's not."

"Are those Daleks?" Jenny stared at the stone statues of Daleks.

"What happened to them?" Rose asked, looking around, seeing more statues.

"History has collapsed," the Apocalypse answered. "Whole races have been deleted from existence. These are just like after-images. Echoes, fossils in time. The footprints of the never-were."

"Er," Rory frowned. "What does that mean?"

"Total event collapse," she answered. "The universe literally never happened."

"But we're here," Rose looked around. "How are we here? Is something keeping us safe?"

"No," the Apocalypse shook her head. "Eye of the storm, that's all. We're just the last light to go out." She paused, frowning. "Rose."

"What?"

"Where's Amy?"

***

"I killed her," Rory explained as the Apocalypse examined Amy's body.

"Oh, Rory," the Apocalypse sighed. "You couldn't help yourself."

"Apocalypse, what am I?"

"You're a Nestene duplicate," she answered. "A lump of plastic with delusions of humanity."

"But I'm Rory now," he frowned. "Whatever was happening, it's stopped. I'm Rory."

"Are you sure?" the Apocalypse frowned. "Or is that the software talking?"

"Caly, can you help her?" Rose asked.

"Yeah, probably," she nodded, only to surprise her family with her next words. "If I had the time."

"The time?!" Rory scowled.

"All of creation has just been wiped from the sky," the Apocalypse rolled her eyes. "Do you know how many lives now never happened? All the people who never lived? I'm sorry, Rory, but your girlfriend isn't more important than the whole universe."

Rory growled, throwing a punch. "She is to me!"

The Apocalypse hastily ducked, then surprised them all by laughing. "Oh, welcome back, Rory Williams! Sorry, had to be sure."

"By being suicidal?!" Jenny squawked.

"Oh, that's not suicide," the Apocalypse waved a hand. "That was nothing. Right, we need to get downstairs, and take that look off your plastic face," she pointed at Rory. "You're getting married in the morning!"

***

"So, you've got a plan, then?" Rory asked as the Apocalypse carefully put Amy in the Pandorica.

"Bit of a plan, yeah," the Apocalypse nodded. "Memories are more powerful than you think, and Amy Pond is not an ordinary girl. Grew up with a time crack in her wall. The universe, pouring through her dreams every night. The Nestenes took a memory print of her and got a bit more than they bargained for, like you. Not just your face, but your heart and soul." She put her fingers on Amy's temples, concentrating. "I'm leaving her a message for when she wakes up, so she knows what's happening."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa," Rory's eyes widened when the Apocalypse closed the Pandorica. "What are you doing?"

"I'm saving her," the Apocalypse answered. "This box is the ultimate prison. You can't even escape by dying. It forces you to stay alive."

"But she's already dead!"

"Well, she's mostly dead."

"Mostly?" Rose repeated.

"Yeah, mostly," the Apocalypse nodded. "The Pandorica can stasis-lock her that way. Now, all it needs is a scan of her living DNA, and it'll restore her."

"Where's it going to get that?" Jenny asked in confusion.

"In about . . . " The Apocalypse checked her watch. "Two thousand years."

"She's going to be in there for two thousand years?" Rose asked in surprise as the Apocalypse pulled out River's vortex manipulator from her bag and fastened it to her wrist.

"Yeah, but we're taking a shortcut," the Apocalypse tapped the device. "River's vortex manipulator. "Rubbish way to time travel – don't tell our brother I said that – but the universe is tiny now. We'll be fine."

"So, hang on," Rory frowned. "The future's still there, then? Our world?"

"A version of it," the Apocalypse nodded. "Not quite the one you know. Earth alone in the sky. Let's go and have a look." Rose and Jenny put their hands on the manipulator, except Rory. "You put your hand there," the Apocalypse pointed. "Don't worry, should be safe."

"That's not what I'm worried about," Rory shook his head, looking at the Pandorica.

"She'll be fine," the Apocalypse assured him. "Nothing can get into this box."

"Well, you got in there."

"Well, there's only one of me. I counted."

"This box needs a guard. I killed the last one."

"Rory, two thousand years?" Rose looked at the Pandorica in shock. "You're kidding!"

"She'll be all alone!"

"She won't feel it," the Apocalypse shook her head.

"You bet she won't."

"Two thousand years, Rory," she reiterated. "You won't even sleep. You'd be conscious every second. It would drive you mad."

"Apocalypse," Rory took a deep breath. "If it was the Doctor in there, you'd want to be guarding him, wouldn't you? Even if it was for two thousand years?" Her silence was all he needed. "I'm staying. I'm not going to leave her."

"Oh, why do you have to be so human?" the Apocalypse growled.

"Because right now, I'm not."

"OK," she took a deep breath. "Listen to me, because this is the last bit of advice you're going to get in a very long time. You're living plastic, but you're not immortal. I have no idea how long you'll last, and you're not indestructible. Stay away from heat and radio signals when they come along. You can't heal, or repair yourself. Any damage is permanent. So, for God's sake, however bored you get, stay out of – "

The three women vanished, and Rory nodded, putting his helmet on, drawing his sword, and sat down in front of the Pandorica.

***

The three women appeared in a museum, right in front of Amy and a much younger Amy. "Amy!" Rose cheered.

"Rose!" Amy grinned, giving her a hug.

"Dalek!" Jenny point behind them at the Dalek rolling after them.

"Trouble!" the Apocalypse nodded, opening her mouth before sighing. "Oh, two of you. Complicated."

"Exterminate!" the Dalek shouted. "Weapons systems restoring!"

"Come along, Ponds!" the Apocalypse spun on her heel, running off.

"Exterminate!"

As they ran through the museum, the Apocalypse reached over and snatched a fedora off a dummy. "What are we doing?" Amy called.

"Well," the Apocalypse looked around. "We are running into a dead end, where I'll have a brilliant plan, that basically involves not being in one."

"What's going on here?" a man's voice called.

"Get out of here!" Jenny shouted, looking around Rose, seeing the shadow of a guard. "Go! Run!"

"Drop the device!" the Dalek ordered, spinning.

"That's a torch, not a weapon!" Rose scoffed. "It's not a weapon, and you don't have the power to waste!"

"Scans indicate intruder unarmed," the Dalek confirmed.

The torch dropped, and all five girls' eyes widened when Rory stepped into the light more. "Do you think?" he asked, holding out his hand.

His fingers dropped, revealing the Auton gun, and shot the Dalek. "Vision impaired!" the Dalek skidded back. "Vision – "

It stopped, and Amy hesitantly stepped out. "Amy!" Rory grinned.

"Rory!" Amy cheered, running to hug him.

"I'm sorry," he babbled. "I'm sorry, I couldn't help it. It just happened – "

"Oh, shut up," Amy shook her head, kissing him.

"Yeah, shut up, because we've got to go," the Apocalypse nodded, putting the fedora on her head. "Come on!"

"I waited," Rory told Amy. "Two thousand years, I waited for you."

"No, still shut up," Amy decided, kissing him again.

The Apocalypse blinked, walking up to them. "And break," she frowned. "And breathe." She snorted, rolling her eyes. "Well, somebody didn't get out much for two thousand years."

"I'm thirsty," Amelia frowned. "Can I get a drink?"

"Oh, it's all mouths today, isn't it?" the Apocalypse rolled her eyes, examining the Pandorica. "The light," she deduced. "The light from the Pandorica, it must have hit the Dalek."

"It's moving!" Jenny shouted.

"Out!" Rose pushed Amy towards the reception. "Out, out!"

***

"So, two thousand years," the Apocalypse looked at Rory as she found a mop, experimentally twirling it like a staff. "How did you do?"

"Kept out of trouble," he nodded.

"Oh? How?"

"Unsuccessfully."

"The mop!" Jenny pointed, eyes wide. "That's how you looked when you gave us your sonic!"

"Ah!" the Apocalypse grinned, punching numbers in the vortex manipulator. "Well, no time to lose, then!" She was gone for a few seconds, then reappeared, sticking the mop into the handles. "Oops!" she paused, holding up a finger. "Sorry!"

"That's time two," Rose counted off.

"How can she do that?" Amelia asked. "Is she magic?"

"That's definitely one word for her," Rose smirked.

The Apocalypse popped back again. "Right, let's go, then," she began to walk off, then stopped. "Wait! Now I don't have the sonic! I just gave it to you lot two thousand years ago."

"And that's the last hop," Rose nodded as she disappeared again.

The Apocalypse reappeared, reaching into Amy's top pocket. "Right, then," she smiled. "Off we go!" She stopped, then frowned. "No, hang on," she pointed at Amelia. "How did you know to come here?" Amelia looked through her pockets, then held out a leaflet and a post-it note. "Ah," the Apocalypse nodded after looking at them. "My handwriting. OK." The Apocalypse vanished for the fourth time, then reappeared again, slurping a straw. "There you go," she handed the drink back.

Amelia took it, wrinkling her nose slightly. "What is that?" Amy frowned. "How are you doing that?"

"Vortex manipulator," the Apocalypse answered. "Cheap and nasty time travel. Very bad for you. I'm trying to give it up. I doubt I can make my brother see it the same way, too."

"Where are we going?" Amy asked as the Apocalypse led them towards the stairs.

"The roof," the Apocalypse began, only to watch in surprise as an extremely familiar woman with smoking clothes toppled down the stairs, without a hat on her head.

"Apocalypse, it's you," Rory said in shock as Jenny screamed in shock. "How can it be you?"

"Apocalypse, is that you?" Amy pointed.

"Yeah, it's me," the Apocalypse whispered, walking over and bending down. "Me from the future."

The future Apocalypse's eyes shot opened, and she whispered something in the present Apocalypse's ear before falling back on the ground. "Mum?" Jenny whispered. "Is she – ?"

"Dead?" Rose finished, her voice tense.

"What?" the Apocalypse blinked, seeming distracted. "Dead? Yes, yes, of course she's dead. Right, I've got twelve minutes," she checked her watch. "That's good."

"Twelve minutes to live?" Amy's eyes widened. "How is that good?"

"Oh, you can do loads in twelve minutes," the Apocalypse waved a hand. "Suck a mint, buy a sledge, have a fast bath. Come on, the roof!"

"We can't leave you here dead!" Rory protested.

"Oh, good, are you in charge now?" the Apocalypse raised an eyebrow. "So, tell me . . . what are we going to do about Amelia?"

Amy looked next to her, only to blink when her past self wasn't there. "Where did she go?"

"Amelia?" Rory shouted, looking around.

"There is no Amelia," the Apocalypse said grimly. "From now on, there never was. History is still collapsing."

"But how can I still be here if she's not?" Amy asked in confusion.

"You're an anomaly," she answered. "We all are. We're all just hanging on at the eye of the storm. But the eye is closing, and if we don't do something fast, reality will never have happened. Today, just dying is a result. Now, come on!"

***

"What, it's morning already?" Amy squinted, holding a hand over her eyes. "How did that happen?"

"History is shrinking," the Apocalypse huffed. "Is anybody listening to me? The universe is collapsing! We don't have much time left."

Rory frowned when the Apocalypse sonicked a satellite dish nearby. "What are you doing?"

"Looking for the TARDIS," she answered, lifting the dish off.

" . . . but the TARDIS exploded."

"OK, then, I'm looking for an exploding TARDIS."

"I don't understand," Amy scratched her head. "So the TARDIS blew up and took the universe with it. But why would it do that? How?"

"Good question for another day," the Apocalypse scowled. "The question for now is . . . total event collapse means that every star in the universe ever happened. Not one single one of them ever shone. So if all the stars that ever were are gone . . . then what is that?"

Rose blanched when the Apocalypse pointed at the burning ball in the sky. "You're kidding."

"Like I said," the Apocalypse sighed. "I'm looking for an exploding TARDIS."

"Oh, my God," Jenny whispered.

"But that's the sun," Rory said in confusion.

"Is it?" the Apocalypse raised an eyebrow, pointing her screwdriver at the dish. "Well, here's the noise that sun is making right now."

"Oh, no," Rose put a hand over her mouth when she heard the TARDIS wheezing.

"That's my TARDIS burning up," the Apocalypse nodded. "That's what's been keeping the Earth warm."

"Apocalypse, there's something else," Rory frowned. "There's a voice."

Amy tilted her head. "I can't hear anything."

"Trust the plastic."

The Apocalypse made another adjustment, and they vaguely heard another voice. " . . . sorry, Apocalypse. I'm sorry, Apocalypse."

"Apocalypse, that's River," Amy's jaw dropped. "How can she be up there?"

"It must be, like, a recording or something," Rory frowned.

"No, it's not," the Apocalypse shook her head, sighing. "Of course. The emergency protocols. The TARDIS has sealed off the control room and put her into a time loop to save her. She's right at the heart of the explosion."

***

River ran to the TARDIS doors and opened them, but instead of what happened before, the Apocalypse waved at her. "Hi, River," she grinned. "I'm home!"

River huffed, mock glaring at her. "And what sort of time do you call this?"

***

The duo teleported back down to the roof, making the four others jump. "Amy! Jenny!" River grinned, then blinked. "And the plastic Centurion?"

"It's OK, he's on our side," the Apocalypse assured her as Rose frowned, folding her arms. Nice of her to acknowledge she was there, too . . . of course, if River had actually done that.

"Really?" River frowned.

"Yeah."

"I dated a Nestene duplicate once. Swappable head. It did keep things fresh. Right, then, I have questions, but number one is this . . . what in the name of sanity have you got on your head?"

"It's a fedora," the Apocalypse smiled, adjusting it slightly. "I wear a fedora now. Fedoras are cool." Amy frowned, then took the hat and tossed it into the air, then River drew her blaster and shot it to pieces. "Oi!" the Apocalypse whined.

Then the Dalek from the museum hovered into view. "Exterminate!"

"Run, run!" the Apocalypse backed up at once. "Move, move! Go!"

"Come on!" Rory tugged Amy off. The Apocalypse flipped the shield up, blocking shots from the Dalek as they ran back down the stairs. She stopped once she closed the door. "Apocalypse, come on!"

"Shush," the Apocalypse shook her head, listening. "It's moving away, finding another way in. It needs to restore its power before it can attack again. Now, that means we've got exactly four and a half minutes before it's at lethal capacity."

"How do you know?" Rory frowned.

"Because that's when it's due to kill me."

"Kill you?" River's eyebrows shot up. "What do you mean, kill you?"

"Oh, shut up," the Apocalypse rolled her eyes, hurrying down to rejoin Rose and Jenny, the former of the two giggling before covering her mouth. "Never mind. How can that Dalek even exist? It was erased from time, and then it came back. How?"

"You said the light from the Pandorica," Rory reminded her.

"It's not a light, it's a restoration field," the Apocalypse began before sighing. "Never mind, call it a light. That light brought Amy back, restored her, but how could it bring back a Dalek when the Daleks never existed?"

"How?" Jenny asked.

"When the TARDIS blew up, it caused a total event collapse. A time explosion. And that explosion blasted every atom in every moment of the universe, except – "

"Except the Pandorica," Rose realized.

"The perfect prison," the Apocalypse confirmed. "And inside it, perfectly preserved, a few billion atoms of the universe as it was. In theory, you could extrapolate the whole universe from a single one of them, like, cloning a body from a single cell, and we've got the bumper family pack."

"No, no, too fast," Rory shook his head. "I'm not getting it."

"The box contains a memory of the universe, and the light transmits the memory, and that's how we're going to do it."

"Do what now?" Rose frowned.

"Relight the fire! Reboot the universe! Come on!"

"Apocalypse, you're being completely ridiculous," River frowned. "The Pandorica partially restored one Dalek. If it can't even reboot a single life form properly, how's it reboot the whole of reality?"

"What if we give it a moment of infinite power?" the Apocalypse asked. "What if we can transmit the light from the Pandorica to every particle of space and time simultaneously?"

"Well, that would be lovely, dear, but we can't, because it's completely impossible."

"Ah, no, you see, it's not. It's almost completely impossible. One spark is all we need."

"For what?" Jenny frowned.

"Big Bang Two!" the Apocalypse whooped. "Now, listen – "

A blast hit her in the back, and the Apocalypse's face twisted in pain, and she collapsed on the ground. "No!" Rose shrieked, she and Jenny leaping forward to help her.

"Exterminate!" the Dalek shouted. "Exterminate!"

"Get back!" Rory shouted. "Get back, now!"

"Exterminate!"

Rory used his hand gun to shoot the Dalek, powering it down. "Caly?" Rose whispered, watching her sister heave for breath. "Caly, it's me, it's Rose. Can you hear me? What is it? What do you need?"

She suddenly vanished, and Rose squeaked, backing up. "Where did she go?" River looked around. "Damn it, she could be anywhere!"

"She went downstairs, twelve minutes ago," Amy realized.

"Show me!"

"Mum's dead, and you want to see her?" Jenny scowled.

"Systems restoring," the Dalek said. "You will be exterminated!"

"We've got to move," Rory swallowed. "That thing's coming back to life."

"You go to the Apocalypse," River said. "I'll be right with you."

The four ran back down the stairs, only to freeze when they saw something missing. "How could she have moved?" Rory looked around. "She was dead!"

"Caly?" Rose shouted.

"Mum!" Jenny cried.

"But she was dead!" Amy protested as River hurried after them.

"Who told you that?" River asked.

"She did," Rose answered.

"Rule one," River gave her a look. "The Apocalypse lies."

Rose scowled at her, but before she could say anything, Jenny frowned. "Where did the Dalek go?"

"It died," River answered coldly.

***

"Caly!" Rose gasped when they ran to the Pandorica to find the Apocalypse limply inside.

"Why did she tell us she was dead?" Rory frowned.

"We were a diversion," Jenny answered. "As long as the Dalek was chasing us, she could work down here."

"Apocalypse, can you hear me?" River walked forward. "What were you doing?"

Light flooded the room, and Rory held a hand over his eyes, squinting outside. "What's happening?"

"Reality's collapsing," River answered. "It's speeding up. Look at this room."

"Everything's gone," Jenny looked around.

"Where'd it all go?" Amy frowned.

"History's being erased," River answered. "Time's running out." She turned back to the Apocalypse. "Apocalypse, what are you doing? Tell us. Apocalypse!"

"Remember what she said earlier?" Rose put a hand on River's arm, stopping her from going forward. "Big Bang Two."

"The Big Bang," Rory frowned. "That's the beginning of the universe, right?"

"What, and Big Bang Two is the bang that brings us back?" Amy asked. "Is that what she meant?"

"Oh," River whispered, eyes wide.

"What?" Amy frowned.

"The TARDIS is still burning," she explained. "The light from the Pandorica would explode everywhere at once, just like she said."

"That would work?" Jenny asked hopefully. "That would bring everything back?"

"A restoration field powered by an exploding TARDIS, happening at every moment in history," River grinned. "Oh, that's brilliant. It might even work!" She tilted her head, checking the workings. "She's wired the vortex manipulator to the rest of the box."

"Why?"

Jenny whimpered. "So she can take the Pandorica with her. She's going to do the flying herself."

***

After that conversation, Rose had practically booted River away from the Pandorica so she and Jenny could stay with her. River had not taken it well, and Amy had walked away, hands over her ears as the two argued. God, could those two shout! "Are you OK?" Rory asked quietly.

"Are you?" she countered.

"No.

"Well, shut up, then!"

"Amy?" Jenny walked up timidly. "Mum wants to talk to you."

Amy followed her back to the Pandorica, to where Rose was crouched with the Apocalypse, River sullenly standing away. "So, what happens here?" Amy asked. "Big Bang Two? What happens to us?"

"We all wake up where we ought to be," River answered. "None of this ever happens, and we don't remember it."

"River, tell me she comes back, too!"

River sighed. "The Apocalypse will be at the heart of the explosion."

"So?"

"All the cracks in time will close, but she'll be on the wrong side," Jenny answered.

"Trapped in the never-space, the void between the worlds," River nodded. "All memory of her will be purged from the universe. She will never have been born."

"Jenny?" Rose called, not looking. "I don't think we've got long."

"And she wanted to talk to me?" Amy asked. When Jenny nodded, the ginger frowned. "Why not River?"

"Compared to you, Mum rarely knows her," Jenny answered. "Got the impression the first time they met, it wasn't the best meeting, either."

River sighed. "Now she'll never really know me."

Jenny quirked an eyebrow but headed back to the TARDIS without another word. Amy trailed behind her, swallowing and walking up to the Apocalypse. "Hi," she whispered.

"Amy Pond," the Apocalypse smiled. "The girl who waited all night in your garden. Was it worth it?"

"Shut up," Amy scoffed. "Of course it was!"

"You asked me why I was taking you with me and I said I wanted to change. I was lying."

"It's not important."

"Yeah, it's the most important thing left in the universe. It's why I'm doing this. Amy, your house was too big. That big, empty house, and just you."

"And Aunt Sharon."

"Where were your mum and dad? Where was everybody who lived in that big house?"

"I lost my mum and dad."

"How? What happened to them? Where did they go?"

"I . . . " Amy trailed off, eyes starting to widen in panic. "I don't – !"

"It's OK," Rose reached over to give her a small hug. "It's OK."

"Don't panic, it's not your fault," the Apocalypse agreed.

"I don't even remember!" Amy protested.

"There was a crack in time in the wall of your bedroom, and it's been eating away at your life for a long time now," the Apocalypse told her. "Amy Pond, all alone. The girl who didn't make sense. How could I resist?"

"How could I just forget?"

"Nothing is ever forgotten," the Apocalypse shook her head. "Not really. But you have to try."

"Apocalypse!" River shouted. "It's speeding up!"

"Right, then," Rose cleared her throat, peering into the box. "There any room for one more?"

"What?" Amy's jaw dropped.

"What?" Rose echoed. "I'm not letting her fly into an exploding TARDIS alone."

"Me, neither," Jenny agreed right behind her.

"Girls," the Apocalypse began.

"You, hush," Rose pointed at her, climbing into the Pandorica. "I told you . . . we finish this together."

"Oh, like I can stop you," the Apocalypse grumbled, and Jenny giggled and nodded, climbing in on her other side. Amy sniffed and handed Rose the sonic screwdriver, who found a pocket in the Apocalypse's jacket to put it in. "There's going to be a very big bang," the Apocalypse told Amy. "Big Bang Two. Try and remember your family, and they'll be there."

"How can I remember them if they never existed?" Amy frowned.

"Because you're special. That crack in your wall, all that time, the universe pouring into your head. You brought Rory back. You can bring them back, too. You just remember, and they'll be there."

"You three won't," Amy swallowed.

"You'll have your family back. You won't need your imaginary friends any more." The Apocalypse smiled and reached out when Amy sniffed, and she wiped Amy's tears off. "Hey. Don't cry over me. Because guess what?"

"What?" Amy frowned.

The Apocalypse winked. "Gotcha."

The Pandorica slid closed, and Amy gasped, jumping back. "Back!" River shouted. "Get back!"

Rory ran into the room as Amy backed up, and the Pandorica launched into the sky towards the TARDIS. River's computer started to beep, and she pulled it out, looking at it. "It's from the Apocalypse!"

"What does it say?" Amy frowned.

River swallowed. "Geronimo."

They watched the Pandorica dive into the explosion, then everything turned white.

***

The Apocalypse's eyes popped open when she heard twin gasps of breath, then she shot up. "Oh!" she looked around the TARDIS in surprise, seeing Rose and Jenny were still getting their bearings. "OK. We escaped, then. Brilliant! I love it when we do that! Legs, yes," she checked. "Converse, cool." She felt the top of her head, then nodded. "I can buy a fedora."

"Yep, she's fine," Rose grunted as she got to her feet.

"Rose Tyler!" the Apocalypse grinned, holding out her arms. "Still with me?"

"Can't get rid of me," Rose smiled proudly, giving her a hug.

"And where's my girl?" the Apocalypse looked around the console. "Come on, where'd she go?" Jenny grinned and ran over. "Oof, there she is," the Apocalypse laughed, wrapping her other arm around her. "That's more like it! Now, shall we see where we are?"

The others nodded, and the Apocalypse was about to head for the door when her own voice came from behind them. "Lyle beach. The beach is the best. Automatic sand."

"Automatic sand?" Amy's voice responded, and the three whipped around to see a familiar scene of themselves and Amy play out. "What does that mean?"

"It's automated. Totally. Cleans up the lolly sticks all by itself."

"But this was just last week," Rose pointed around. "Space Florida!"

"Mum, what's going on?" Jenny looked around.

"We're rewinding," the Apocalypse answered. "Our time streams unraveling, erasing." She walked up to a scanner and poked at the crack in it. "Closing." She sighed as it closed. "Hello, universe. Goodbye, Apocalypse, Rose, and Jenny."

Jenny blinked, seeing Amy turn slightly. "Amy?" she tried to call, and Amy looked around again. "Amy!"

***

"Ah," the Apocalypse nodded when she saw where they were now. "Three weeks ago, when she put the card in the window." Amy walked up, looking around, before putting the note with the bright red pen in the window. "Amy!" she shouted. "I need to tell you something!"

"Oh, my God, she really can hear us!" Rose gasped when Amy looked around. "How can she hear us?"

"Look!" Jenny pointed down, and they saw the large crack in the street.

***

"Amy, do not let Jenny open her eyes," the past Apocalypse ordered as the three found themselves crouching in the forest in the Byzantium next. "Clerics, keep watching the forest. Stop those Angels advancing. Amy, later. River, going to need your computer!"

"Yeah," Amy mumbled. "Later."

The Apocalypse watched them go before running out to crouch in front of Amy. "Amy, you need to start trusting me," she whispered. "It's never been more important."

"But you don't always tell the truth," Amy frowned.

"If I always told you the truth, I wouldn't need you to trust me."

"Apocalypse, the crack in my wall. How can it be here?"

"I don't know yet, but I'm working it out. Now, listen. Remember what I told you when you were seven?"

Amy frowned. "What did you tell me?"

"No, no, that's not the point. You have to remember."

"Remember what?" Amy asked, but the Apocalypse ran back to where Rose and Jenny were waiting. "Apocalypse? Apocalypse!"

***

Rose shivered as an evening breeze blew by. "Amelia's house," she identified. "Back when she was seven!"

"The night she waited," the Apocalypse nodded, heading back to the garden. She chuckled fondly when she saw the ginger girl asleep on her suitcase. "And the girl who waited. Come on."

The Apocalypse tucked Amelia into bed as Jenny set her suitcase down. "It's funny," she told Amelia, sitting down by the bed. "I thought if you could hear me, I could hang on somehow. Silly me. Silly old Apocalypse. When you wake up, you'll have a mum and dad, and you won't remember us. Well, you'll remember us a little. We'll be a story in your head. But that's OK. We're all stories in the end. Just make it a good one, eh? Because it was, you know," she smiled at her daughter and her sister. "It was the best. The daft old woman who stole a magic box and ran away, the legend of the big bad wolf, and the time-traveling daughter who hopped everywhere to bring them back together."

"Did you ever tell her you stole it?" Rose grinned.

"Oh, probably not," the Apocalypse sighed. "I was always going to take it back. Oh, that box. Amy, you'll dream about that box. It'll never leave you. Big and little at the same time. Brand new and ancient, and the bluest blue ever. And the times we had, eh? Would have had. Never had. In your dreams, they'll still be there. The Apocalypse, Rose Tyler, Jenny Tyler, and Amy Pond, and the days that never came. The cracks are closing, but they can't close properly until we're on the other side." She watched the crack in her wall open wider. "I don't know about the two of you, but I think I'll skip the rest of the rewind. I hate repeats."

"Especially these," Rose agreed.

"Well," the Apocalypse sighed, stroking Amelia's hair. "Live well. Love Rory. Bye bye, Pond."

The three Time Ladies stood in a line, then walked into the crack at the same time.

***

"Morning!"

Amy sat up with a start, blinking, then pointed at her. "You're my mum," she said. "Oh, my God, you're my mum!"

"Well, of course I'm your mum!" she scoffed. "What's the matter with you? And this is your breakfast, which your father made, so feel free to tip it out of the window if it's an atrocity. Downstairs, ten minutes? Big day!"

Amy stared at her as she left, then turned to her breakfast. "Of course she's my mum," she frowned. "Why is that surprising?"

***

"Ah, Amelia!" a man in the living room brightened as she went down the stairs. "I fear I may have been using the same joke book as the best man."

"You're my tiny little dad!" Amy's eyes widened, and she rushed to hug him.

"Amelia, why are you behaving as if you've never seen us before?" her mother frowned.

"I don't know," Amy shook her head, frowning. "It's just . . . "

***

Rory was brushing his teeth when his phone rang. When he saw it was Amy, he answered while still brushing. "Hello!"

"Do you feel like you've forgotten something really important?" Amy asked. "Do you feel like there's a great big thing in your head, and you feel like you should remember it, but you can't?"

Rory paused. "Yep!"

" . . . are you just saying that because you're scared of me?"

"Yep."

Amy giggled. "I love you."

"Yep," Rory repeated, then his eyes widened, and he pulled the toothbrush out. "Er, I mean, I love you, too!"

***

"Ladies and gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen," the master of ceremonies held up his hands. "The father of the bride, Augustus Pond!"

"Sorry, everyone," Augustus stood up. "I'll be another two minutes. I'm just reviewing certain aspects!"

Tabetha Pond rolled her eyes as everyone laughed. "Your father, Amelia, will be the absolute death of me. Unless, of course, I strike preemptively."

Amy nodded to herself, then caught someone walking past the window. She stood up, eyes wide, trying to see who it was. "Amy?" Rory frowned. "You OK?"

"Yeah," Amy nodded slowly, sitting back down. "I'm fine."

"Right," Rory nodded, then blinked. "Er . . . you're crying."

Amy sniffed, checking. "So I am. Why am I doing that?"

"Because you're happy, probably. Happy Mrs. Rory? Happy, happy, happy."

"No," Amy shook her head. That didn't sound right. "I'm sad. I'm really, really sad."

Rory snorted. "Great."

"Why am I sad?" Amy wondered, then looked down, seeing something on the table. "What's that?"

"Oh, er, someone left it for you," Rory answered. "A woman."

"But what is it?" Amy asked.

"It's a book."

Amy reached over and picked the blue book up, flipping through it. "It's blank."

"It's a present."

"But why?"

"Well, you know the old saying," Rory shrugged. "The old wedding thing." Amy's eyes widened as she stared at the cover. "Huh? Amy, what? Hey."

"Ready now!" Augustus stood up. "Sorry about that. Last minute adjustments to certain aspects. Now, then, it hardly seems a year since . . . "

Amy didn't hear another word when she caught sight of a teenage girl wearing Converse, another one with eyes the color of brown sugar with hair the definition of gold, and a third wearing a dress patterned like stained glass. One of her tears hit the cover of the book, and she shot out of her chair. "Shut up, Dad!"

"Amy?" Rory blinked.

"Amelia?" Augustus frowned.

"Sorry, but . . . shut up, please," Amy swallowed, and he nodded, slowly sitting down. "There are people missing. People that are important. So, so important."

"Amy?" Rory frowned. "What's wrong?"

"Sorry," Amy called out. "Sorry, everyone. But when I was a kid, I had these imaginary friends."

"Oh, no," Tabetha groaned. "Not this again!"

"There were three of them, but one stood out," Amy continued. "The Raggedy Apocalypse. My Raggedy Apocalypse. But she wasn't imaginary, none of them were. They were real."

"The psychiatrists we sent her to," Tabetha began.

"I remember you!" Amy shouted, cutting her mother off. "I remember! I brought the others back, I can bring you home, too! Raggedy Apocalypse, Rose Tyler, Jenny Tyler, I remember you, and you are late for my wedding!" She heard the glasses start to rattle, and she grinned. "I found you. I found you in words, like you knew I would. That's why you told me the story of the brand new, ancient blue box." A strong wind whipped through the venue, blowing balloons around and making everyone jump out of their seats. "Oh, clever, Amy chuckled. "Very clever."

"Amy, what is it?" Rory asked in surprise.

"Something old," Amy grinned. "Something new. Something borrowed." She watched the TARDIS materialize, and she walked around the table. "Something blue."

Rory blanched as the TARDIS fully materialized. "It's the Apocalypse," he whispered. "Rose and Jenny! Oh, my God, how did we forget those three? I was plastic! The Apocalypse was the stripper at my stag!" When everyone looked at him in shock, he held up his hands. "Long story."

Amy ran up to the door and knocked hard on it. "OK, Apocalypse," she grinned expectantly. "Did I surprise you this time?"

The door opened, and the Apocalypse poked her head out, her curly hair pulled into a braided updo. "Yeah," she smirked, stepping out, wearing a white satin floor-length dress. "Absolutely astonished. Never expected that. How lucky I happened to be wearing this old thing."

"Oh, it's not old," Rose rolled her eyes as she stepped out in sunset orange, her blonde hair in curls.

"Aunt Rose, she was playing along!" Jenny grinned as she bounced out in bright yellow, a matching headband in her hair.

"Yes, I know that."

"Hello, everyone!" the Apocalypse waved, grinning. "We're Amy's imaginary friends, but we came anyway."

"Hi!" Rose laughed, waving as well.

"Oh, you incredible woman!" Amy cheered, hugging the Apocalypse.

"Ha ha!" the Apocalypse grinned, hugging her back. "Just hugs! The kissing duties go to the brand new Mr. Pond."

Rory blinked. "No, I'm not Mr. Pond. That's not how it works."

The Apocalypse tilted her head at Amy. "With her? Yeah, it is."

Rory sighed. "Yeah, it is."

"Right, then, everyone," the Apocalypse clapped. "I'll move my box. You're going to need the space. We only came for the dancing!"

***

"Whoa!" Amy's eyes widened as the Apocalypse and Rose moved on the floor together, dancing to Glen Miller's In The Mood. "Look at you go! You're incredible!"

"Oh, this is from a long time ago, Amy!" the Apocalypse grinned, snapping her fingers. "Way back during the Blitz!"

"No way to see it like a barrage balloon!" Rose cheered, laughing when the Apocalypse spun her around.

Jenny, on the other hand, was with the kids. She had no idea how to dance, but she gave it her best shot. "That's it," she nodded. "That's good. Keep it loose!"

"Oh, God," Rory couldn't help but laugh as the kids kept flocking to her.

***

"Two thousand years," the Apocalypse sighed, watching Amy and Rory slow dance together. "The boy who waited. Good on you."

Rose sighed, walking over with two glasses of champagne. "Well, how about that. They worked out after all."

"Cheers," the Apocalypse smiled, taking her glass.

"Cheers," Rose nodded, clinking their glasses together.

They drank at the same time, but while Rose swallowed, the Apocalypse choked and spat her drink out. "Caly!" Rose dissolved into laughter.

"Bleh," the Apocalypse stuck her tongue out. "That's disgusting."

***

Rose was still giggling when they left the venue, but it definitely stopped when they saw River by the TARDIS. "Did you dance?" River smirked. "Well, you always dance at weddings, don't you?"

"You tell me," the Apocalypse raised an eyebrow.

"Spoilers," River shrugged.

The Apocalypse rolled her eyes, holding out River's book and her vortex manipulator. "The writing's all back, but I didn't peek."

"Thank you," River nodded, taking her things back.

The Apocalypse considered her, then asked, "Do you have any family left, River?"

She raised an eyebrow. "Are you asking?"

"Yes."

River nodded. "Yes."

The Apocalypse blinked. "No, hang on, did you think I was asking you to be my family, or asking if you had family?"

"Yes."

"No, but was that a yes, or yes?"

"Yes."

Rose cringed and pinched the bridge of her nose. "God," she grumbled, making Jenny rub her back.

"River, who are you?" the Apocalypse frowned.

"You're going to find out very soon," River answered, strapping on the vortex manipulator. "And I'm sorry . . . but that's when everything changes."

She disappeared in a crackle of electricity, and the Apocalypse tilted her head thoughtfully before shaking her head. "Nah," she chuckled, heading for the TARDIS. "Not my type."

"What is your type?" Rose grinned as they walked inside.

"Well, typically it helps if I know the person who would like to be in my family," the Apocalypse winked at her, making Rose stick her tongue out at her, making Jenny laugh.

They headed for the console, then Amy ran inside. "Oi!" she stormed up to them, Rory entering in behind her. "Where are you off to?"

"Sorry, you two," the Apocalypse winced. "Shouldn't have slipped away. Bit busy, you know?"

"You just saved the whole of space and time," Rory pointed out. "Take the evening off, maybe a bit of tomorrow."

"Space and time isn't safe yet," the Apocalypse shook her head. "The TARDIS exploded for a reason. Something drew the TARDIS to this particular date and blew it up. Why? And why now?" She sighed, reaching for the phone when it rang. "The Silence, whatever it is, is still out there, and I have to – " She held up a finger as she picked up the phone. "Excuse me a moment." She turned away, the phone to her ear. "Hello? Oh, hello! I'm sorry, this is a very bad line." She blinked, frowning. "No, no, no, but that's not possible! She was sealed in the seventh obelisk! I was at the prayer meeting!" She sighed. "Well, no, I get that it's important." She rolled her eyes, looking at Rose. "An Egyptian goddess loose on the Orient Express, in space." Rose's mouth formed an o, and she nodded as the Apocalypse spoke into the receiver. "Give us a mo." She pulled the phone away and turned to Amy and Rory. "Sorry, something's come up. This will have to be goodbye."

"Yeah, I think it's goodbye," Amy nodded, looking at Rory. "Do you think it's goodbye?"

"Definitely goodbye," Rory confirmed.

Amy stuck her head out the door and shouted, "Goodbye! Goodbye!"

"Don't worry about a thing, Your Majesty," the Apocalypse grinned, flipping a lever as Rose and Jenny cheered, Amy and Rory running up to join them. "We're on our way!"

***

Hope I've still got it! :)

Right, so Caly's done . . . now to write an outrageously long episode called "Planet of the Dead" . . . and I have absolutely no clue when that'll be written, but hey . . . Alice is coming back soon! :D

I hope everyone had a Merry Christmas, and happy holidays, everyone!