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Despite her originally jumping into the TARDIS without him so long ago (or really, just yesterday, depending on who you asked), Amy had grown accustomed to Rory’s being present on the ship. Now, without him and without the Doctor, things seemed...beyond lonely. River was the only saving grace in the awkward emptiness of the ship, but even she could quite replace what the other two seemed to have taken with them. Jamie was alright, too, but he spent a good portion of his time out of the TARDIS, off having adventures in Engineering, or whatever he did.

Molly took up a lot of concentration, at least. There was plenty to be done with the baby, and Amy hadn’t had the regular nine months that most mothers had to prepare for their babies. It was an adventure and a half, really, and did a lot to sop up the hours until Rory and the Doctor returned.

Quietly, Amy sat next to Molly’s makeshift crib, where the baby finally slept peacefully, and fiddled with the Omnicom in her hands. Rory wouldn’t be able to send her anything for a while, but she wanted to be at the ready in case anything happened on the mission. There was that Lex Luthor to watch out for, after all, and she was going to be ready to give him a piece of her mind when he got back to the ship. For now, it was just waiting and caring. That was alright with her.

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River happened to be pretty independent herself. She was in the TARDIS more often than Jamie, since she'd promised to look after Amy and little Molly. However, she still seemed to disappear stealthily into the secret corners of the TARDIS for hours at a time. The cot was supposed to be a secret and a joint project of restoration between her and the Doctor, but with him gone - naturally she'd soldiered on without him.

"I've got a surprise for you, Amy." She could tell that Amy had been a bit down in the dumps lately - what with her boys being off on a mission. She rather hoped the fully restored Gallifreyan cot she was carrying in her arms would put a smile on her face.

Yes indeed. The cot had been given a fresh coating of paint. Gold and TARDIS blue. Plus, softer blankets had been seated over the ancient wood. The trinklets of stars and other assorted decorations hovered above cot, definitely within an infant's line of sight. Even the odd loops and whirls of the Doctor's birth name had been fully restored.

"I pulled this out of the storage area and cleaned it up. Molly should have a cot of her own to sleep in."

It was her cot. It was the Doctor's cot....and so much more. Now it would belong to the young clone, Molly.

River was always up to something. There wasn't a moment that went by when the woman wasn't planning something up, and Amy had learned long ago that questioning her never got much in the way of answers. It didn't mean she never tried to snoop, but River was clever enough to never get caught. So it went.

At the sound of River's voice, Amy looked up from the Omnicom, eyes going straight to the cot in the other woman's hands. It looked...very Doctor. Very beautiful and confusing and unintelligible and so, so important.

"Is this what you've been skipping off to?" Amy asked, moving to help River find a place to set the cot down. "It's beautiful, River."

"The Doctor and I were supposed to restore it together, but he had to go off in that mission, so I restored it myself." She settles the cot down next to the makeshift one currently housing Molly. She gives the dangling whorl of stars, planets, and other assorted trinklets a small spin - anything to avoid looking directly at the redhead infront of her.

She's gazing down at the cot with a strange look on her face - strange how this could bring about so many memories even after spending so much time around the cot lately. She'd thought that she had mastered control of her emotions, but she was wrong.

"It's a genuine Gallifreyan cot and it holds a lot of memories." She says, not trying to be cryptic on purpose - these things just tend to happen when her emotions get the better of her. "It belonged to the Doctor." And to her, temporarily. Others too. "He slept in it when he was a baby." She draws Amy's attention to the loops and whirls of Gallifreyan along the sides of the cot. "That's his name. Unfortunately the TARDIS doesn't translate Gallifreyan."

Amy has her suspicions about River, but most of them revolve around her being the Doctor's possible wife. It doesn't surprise her much to hear about memories of the cot. Maybe there's a baby time lord, somewhere in River's future. The woman would be lucky for it, Amy thinks.

"Well, as long as he doesn't mind Molly here using it," she laughs, leaning to check on the baby. Molly is still sleeping soundly, even with the noise of the cot being brought in.

Something River says catches Amy's attention, and she tilts her head to look quietly at the swirling symbols of Gallifreyan. "A Gallifreyan TARDIS that doesn't translate its own language." Amy smirks. "Funny, how it works."

If only River's life were that simple. Alas, being a time traveler's is only the beginning of her secrets.

"Oh, he doesn't mind. He was only upset he didn't think of the cot first." She chuckles, patting the top of the cot one final time before leaning over to examine Molly. She's still asleep and looking as angelic as always. It was best this way, she supposed. Molly would have the childhood she will never have. Amy and Rory would be able to love her, she'd be safe with them.

"If you think about it, it makes perfect sense. The Time Lords created all versions of the TARDIS, so why would they need it to translate their own language? It's not like they could ever forsee the TARDIS being used to cart around human companions."

Amy will learn more someday, she is confident of that fact. It may take a while, but mysteries were made to be solved, specifically those puzzling ones that revolved around the Doctor and one River Song.

"Well, he has had a lot on his plate lately." Not in the same way Rory has, no. Rory has been all full of appointments and nursing. The Doctor...is eternally the Doctor, and busies himself with so many different things that it's a wonder he hasn't fried his brain from crawling into Stacy's consoles too much.

Amy nods. "It does make sense at that. I like it like this, actually." A symbol of the family Molly has been accepted into, however strange. A Roman father, kissogram mother, criminal aunt--because really, who is River Song if not the femme fatale?--and the crazy old uncle who speaks gibberish. Not to forget Jamie, of course. Couldn't forget Jamie.

"The Doctor is the eternal hero." River muses, not seeming all that phased by the fact that her future husband is off gallavanting around throughout the universe. That's just another day for her. Sure, she misses him, but it's nothing urgent. It's more like an old ache in her chest that she's grown used to. "He'll take care of Rory, no need to worry about that."

River, naturally, could read, write, and translate Gallifreyan so the Doctor's name was no mystery to her. But the Doctor's name was a weapon she had been told not to use lightly. "One big, happy family."

“I’m no worried.” Lies. “I just...wonder, sometimes. If he’s alright without me. It’s a bit stupid, really.” Rory is fine on his own, he’s proven that time and again on Stacy. Amy just finds it difficult not to want to look out for him, especially after all the times she’s had to when they were growing up. It’s strange and wonderful, seeing him bloom like this.

Amy smiles, reaching across the cot to grasp River’s hand. “The best family we ever could have asked for.”

"It's fine to be worried. That's natural. Even I worry, sometimes." River has a heart, beneath that tough-as-nails-archaeologist-with-a-gun exterior and that heart belongs to the Doctor - completely. "But after all these years, I've more or less come to the conclusion that the Doctor always comes back - not always as whole and pristine as he left. He won't let anything happen to Rory."

Amy reaching across the cot to grasp her hand startles her. For a moment or two it feels like this was the way things were meant to be. Even though she knows better. Her mother reaching out to her, a touch that was eerily familiar right down to her bones. "I'm touched that you consider me part of the family. Really, Amy, you hardly know me."

Amy doesn't have much of a choice but to agree with River, and she knows it. "I know he won't." The Doctor won't let her lose Rory ever again, if it's in his power. She trusts him for that.

She laughs at River's reaction as if it's the most ridiculous thing she's heard in a long while. "I know you enough to know you're important to the Doctor, and that you're important to us, somehow. You're part of the crazy space family, whether you like it or not, River."

Oh Amy, you have no idea what you're doing to her. She hasn't heard words like that in a long time. Out of sync with the future Doctor she knows so well, she hasn't felt like she belonged much of anywhere, let alone here - before Amy, Rory, and the present Doctor even know who she really is. They've accepted her as part of their family, even knowing she has a criminal past.

"Thank you, Amy," She doesn't know what else to say. "For what it's worth. I know you and Rory will make good parents." And that's all she can say on that matter. "Does that make the Doctor and I the aunty and uncle?"

Amy is glad for the vote of confidence, whether she lets River know it or not. But they've got others to help them where they need it, and Amy knows Rory will make a wonderful dad. Hopefully she'll be able to keep up with him.

"Actually," she replies thoughtfully, "Rory and I were wondering if you and the Doctor would be Molly's godparents."

Another surprised look from River. Amy was just full of surprises today! Her? A Godparent? Well, she supposed it made sense. If anything were to happen to Amy and Rory, someone they trusted had to look after little Molly.

Gazing down at Molly, she smiles and mods. "I can't speak for the Doctor, but I'd be honored..."

One down, one to go. Amy hadn’t expected an answer on behalf of the Doctor, but she’s still glad for River’s answer. No one could really speak for the Doctor in any situation, but Amy had a feeling he would probably traipse about the TARDIS for days with a new Godfather status.

“And we would be just as honored. She’ll be a spoiled girl, our Molly.”

Another solid hit, Amy.

That spoiled comment hit River harder then everything else. Reminding her once again that Molly was going to have everything she'd never had as a young child. Amy and Rory to watch over her, to hold her and chase away all the bad things in the universe.

"She's a lucky girl..."

Why does she look like she's just been punched in the stomach?

Amy continued to smile down at Molly, one hand moving to smooth black hair down as the baby shifted. She looked back up to say something else to River, but something about the other woman made her pause.

“We didn’t overwhelm you with it, did we?” She doubted that was the case. River was normally completely unflappable.

River swiftly regains control over her faltering emotions. Her face shifting to accommodate a small smile as she meets Amy's gaze. "Oh, no. Just thinking it's been a long time since the TARDIS has had a baby onboard." Let alone a married couple. "We'll have to baby proof."

River’s answer is fairly solid, but Amy isn’t entirely convinced. Unfortunately, she can’t even begin to guess what might be bothering the other woman, so she does the best thing for both of them and nods in understanding. “It’ll be the chore of the month, I’m sure. Who knows what the Doctor has hiding in these corridors of his.”

Before he had left, Rory had given Miranda a mission - to look in on his wife and daughter. The task, admittedly, made Miranda nervous - to trust her with his family was a big responsibility, and she worried that she wouldn't be able to live up to it. But...Rory had trusted her. As much as the Order had, and more than anyone else on the ship. She couldn't let him down.

So one day when she wasn't working at Medical, Miranda had made her way to the the place Rory had described has his home. The directions were odd, but Miranda followed them to the letter, looking around the hanger for "a bloody big blue box". Eventually she found a box, but...well, it wasn't really that big. Certainly not big enough to live in! But then, Rory had also said that it was bigger than it ought to be...

Hoping that she had the right box (oh God, what if she had the wrong box?), she hesitantly knocked on the door.

The TARDIS was big, but it was empty and quiet, and any small noise echoed loudly through its rooms. Amy's head popped up from Molly's new cot. She knew the sound of a knock when she heard it. With a small peek at Molly to make sure she still slept, Amy moved quickly and quietly out of the room to go answer the door.

What waited on the other side of the TARDIS doors seemed to be a very nervous young woman, and Amy offered her a small smile. "Are you looking for the Doctor? He's out on a mission. Rory too, if that's who you're wanting." She paused. "If you're looking for Jamie or River, though, they're around here somewhere. I can fetch them, if you like?"

"Oh, no I'm...are you Amy?" This was Rory's wife, right? She was so beautiful! "I...I'm sorry to bother you, I'm Miranda Lotto and I work with Rory, and, um, he just asked me to come and look in on you and Molly while he was on a mission..."

She peered beyond Amy, looking curiously into the inside of the TARDIS. Beyond Amy, the inside of it stretched on into a strange and peculiar looking place. It is bigger than it ought to be! "Oh, is this box like a gateway?" she said, wondering if it was like the Arc back in her world.

Amy blinked, but nodded slowly. "I'm Amy, yeah." How like Rory to send someone to check up on her. She didn't know whether to be irritated or proud. Rory being Rory didn't mean that she had to be rude to Miranda, though, and Amy offered her a small smile. "Miranda. He's mentioned you before."

She stepped back away from the door as a silent invitation for Miranda to come in. "A gateway?" she asked, puzzled. "I guess you could call it that."

Miranda smiled, relieved that she had found the right place. "Oh, it's nice to meet you! Rory's talked about you so much..." she blinked. "He...he's mentioned me? really?"

She stepped inside, looking around curiously at the interior. So strange looking! "Y...yes. The door, it links to somewhere else, doesn't it? To a bigger place?"

Amy held up her hands, laughing as she did so. "Nothing bad at all, don't worry. I don't think Rory could say anything bad about a person if he tried." No, every ounce of information she had received about any of his coworkers was pure praise.

"It does, from what I understand." Amy didn't understand much, but knowledge about the TARDIS was different from knowledge about different planets and peoples. This was her home; she ought to know it well.

"No, it's alright, I just...didn't think that he'd want to talk to other people about me," Miranda explained. She smiled. Rory had spoken to his wife about her! Like she was...important.

"It's amazing," she said, admiring the place. "I've never seen anything like it. And this is your home?"

“He’s quite the chatterbox sometimes, and he does like bragging about his friends and coworkers. More often than not, they deserve every ounce of his affection.” Everyone who ever met Rory was important to him. Amy had learned this a long time ago, and for as much as she teased him (or sometimes even looked down on him) for it, she knew he had that extra bit going for him. He would never be without a friend, of that she could be sure.

Amy nodded proudly. “It’s home to a few of us,” she explained, “most of us having traveled with the Doctor at some point.” She pointed down a hallway. “Did you want to see Molly?”

"I don't know if you know, but...but he's been teaching me a lot, at Medical," Miranda said. "I didn't know anything about nursing when I started, but he's just always been so helpful and understanding even when I messed up and got things wrong."

She peered down the hallway, feeling hesitant. She still didn't feel like she was very good with babies at all, but...Molly had been so little, and sweet. "I...I would, if it's not too much trouble?"

"Oh! He never mentioned having a student, how exciting!" Amy squealed. "He's been holding out on me when telling about his day's adventures."

Taking a moment to contain herself again, Amy steered Miranda toward the hallway. "No trouble at all. She should be waking soon, too, and it might be good for her to see more than my old face."

"I...it's nothing special, really, there are lots of other people in medical who are much better than me..." Miranda babbled as Amy pushed her down the hallway. "Oh no, your face isn't old at all! You look so youthful, and I'm sure Molly's always happy to see you..."

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Amy shook her head. “Nonsense. There might be some who are better, but Rory doesn’t praise lightly.” It was a tiny bit of a lie, but the girl seemd like she could use some encouragement. A little boost wouldn’t hurt her amy.

“She’s always happy to see me because it means food and coddling,” Amy mused. “There’s no doubt she’s a healthy baby, not with the way she eats!”

Miranda blushed. It was hard to believe the praise, but Rory's wife had to know him better than anyone, so maybe that meant that she was useful, even if she wasn't the best nurse in Medical?

"I'm glad she's healthy," Miranda said, giggling. "But you...you're her mother now, aren't you? She must love you."

“Babies love anyone who feeds them,” Amy laughed. “But I’ve grown attached to her, and I think she’s starting to get used to me.”

Glad that Miranda had stopped arguing with her on the subject of usefulness, Amy continued to move her through the labyrinth of TARDIS hallways until she stopped at the appropriate door. She peeked inside to where Molly was lying in her cot, then ushered Miranda quietly in. Molly was awake, inspecting and having some strange burbly baby conversation with the several golden stars attached to the cot.

Miranda peered over the cot, looking down at Molly. She smiled, happy to just watch the small baby rather than try to pick her up or hold her hand (she still worried that she might break her somehow). "She's such a dear," she said softly.

“She is right now,” Amy agreed. “Spend a few minutes around that diaper of hers and you might think otherwise.” She was clearly teasing, given the smile on her face and the entertainment in her voice. There was nothing but love in her for Molly, right down to the baby drool.

"But...but it must be worth it, right?" Miranda asked, looking up at Amy. "Even with all the diapers and the mess and...um...well, everything about looking after a baby," she turned to look down at Molly again. "No matter how much trouble she is...she's worth all of it, isn't she?"

Amy laughed, reaching into the cot to pick up Molly and offer her to Miranda for a closer look. "She's completely worth every ounce of trouble." And she was, as was Conner and everyone else who had grown as close as family in the last month or longer.

"Oh no, I shouldn't hold her," Miranda said, smiling nervously. "I...I'm not very good with babies..."

Rory might have showed her how to hold Molly before, but...but she was sitting then! And she'd had Rory to watch over her as well...what if she forgot, or couldn't manage while standing up?!

If Miranda was sure she didn't want to hold Molly, Amy wasn't going to push. The poor girl was nervous enough as it was, and pushing, as much as it went with Amy's natural instincts, wouldn't do either of them any good right now. It would have to wait until a little later.

Still, she didn't move away, but stayed next to Miranda in case she wanted to play with Molly at all. "I didn't think I was going to be any good with them, either," she admitted softly. "It's almost natural, now."

It wasn't so much that Miranda didn't want to hold Molly - it's just that she was so nervous and panicky about the idea that she would constantly fear that she might drop or break the baby.

"Oh, but you make such a wonderful mother!" Miranda said, smiling. "You do seem so...natural. I can't imagine that you'd ever not be." Amy seemed the complete opposite of Miranda herself, who definitely wouldn't be a natural at all.

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