*The Flesh Doctors POV*
I watched as Amy glared at the real Doctor believing he was me.
"We are the same person, I promise you," I assured her. Y/N turned to the three of us, wobbling on her feet.
"She's right, there can only be one of you," my eyes widened as her arms wrapped around my neck. "It hurts," she whispered before passing out.
"I thought she was on team two doctors," Amy stated, confused.
"She is, but it's physically impossible with her," I made my way to the floor, holding her against me.
"What do you mean?" Amy questioned.
"Well see, she's connected to me mentally, and well the flesh, they have our memories, because they have our minds. I'm connected to Y/N, and so is he," I motioned to the real Doctor "Her mind is being pulled in two separate directions, It's tearing her mind apart,"
"So what happens if you both stay?" Amy sat down next to me.
"She dies, or she goes insane," I frowned. The real Doctor looked down at her "She's scared, so scared, I can feel it,"
"Is there any other way?" This time it was Cleaves who spoke.
"Her brain can pick one of the connections and terminate it forcibly, though it would be hard on her, it would take a lot of her energy. But if she chooses the wrong one, if she chooses the other me, and he happens to you know..." I made a splat motion with my hands "she would die,"
"What?" Amy asked, confused.
"Many years ago, some people got a hold of me, and put everything in my head, into hers. That of course would be physically impossible for her to survive with. I would have needed to get her out of there in order to wipe it from her, if I did it she would pass out, wouldn't remember what happened. I couldn't get her out in time, she would have died, so I connected us, mentally and now I'm holding back a tidal wave of information from completely destroying her brain," I explained.
"But you could still erase it all couldn't you, why haven't you?" Amy implored.
"She had nowhere to go, no friends, no family, she wanted to stay with me, and keeping the information out of her head, really, isn't that hard. I do it in my sleep all the time,"
"You sleep?" Amy laughed.
"So why can't she choose your connection and terminate the other one?" Cleaves cut her off.
"She can't choose for her brain, it's like, you can't tell your brain to shut down your organs, she can't tell her brain which one to choose, and we're both, well the Doctor, so her brain continues to try to find which one to choose. All the while her mind is being ripped in half,"
*skippity wippity* - The real Doctors POV
"We switched shoes," I said to Amy.
"It was one of the only ways we could actually see if we were both the Doctor, through your eyes," I smiled slightly. Amy turned and hugged the other Doctor. I carried the now somewhat conscious Y/N into the TARDIS.
"How are you feeling?" I asked her.
"Better, much better, so much better," she replied. My eyes widened. Her brain had gotten rid of one of the connections. I nodded, hoping it had chosen the right one. I began flipping switches and we took off. Her eyes widened and she began shaking.
"Wrong one," she cried. I ran to her.
"What do I do? What should I do?" I begged trying to figure out a solution. There was a solution. I could, I could -
"Make a new connection god damnit!" Amy yelled.
"Right! Oh my god how could I have been so daft," I put my forehead against hers, closing my eyes. Her body went still, her breathing became steady.
"It worked, Amy, you're a genius," I sighed, knowing what came next for her.
"But you're not Amy" ...
