Your Worst Nightmare (rp_ks_lova) wrote,
Your Worst Nightmare
rp_ks_lova

Doctor Who fic

 So, this is the first Doctor Who fic I'm posing, so I'm a bit nervous, but let's see. 

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Title:
The Girl Who Waited and the Raggedy Man she waited for
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Amy/Eleven, Amy/Rory
Words: 2,105
Disclaimer: BBC owns the characters. They are not mine.
Spoilers: Some mentions of spoilers up until The Big Bang.
Summary: Rory knew deep down that the Doctor was falling for Amy, and he also knew it was something the Doctor himself did not know.


Amelia Pond. Beautiful, impossible Amelia Pond.

“Why did you wait for me, Amy? Why didn’t you forget about me in twelve years?” The Doctor asked in a moment where only the sound of the universe could break the silence they, including the TARDIS, were in.

“You already know the answer to that question, Doctor. Why do you want me to say it?” Amy answered a little defensive.

“I know the typical answer, but I want to know your particular answer. You always find a way to surprise me, so answer me, Pond. Stop rambling.”

Amy stared down at her wedding ring for a bit before looking up at the Doctor’s face, “I don’t know. The incredible, magic madman with the magic box. He ate fish custard instead of my fried beacon. He fixed the crack on my wall. That night I’d prayed that someone would, like every night, and there you were in your blue box, talking about these wonderful things, in your ridiculously ragged clothes, amazing me with your every move and your every word. You were alone, and when you offered, all I wanted was to keep you company. How could I not wait for you Doctor? Why would I want to forget you? You became my dream man.” She finished with a whisper.

The Doctor looked at her with that childish smile she knew so well.

“And you just like receiving compliments and I hate you for making me give you one,” she said loudly.

He laughed, slightly throwing his head back, and stepped closer to her, taking her hands in his and kissing her forehead in that way he always did, the way that said more than she’d ever wished to hear from a man.

The Doctor. The magic madman with a box.

A while later Amy and Rory held hands walking towards the sunset of space Florida. A place the Doctor had promised Rory he’d take them together.

The Doctor walked behind them, looking at their intertwined hands, he’d always loved happy endings.

He liked Rory, a lot, he’d waited for Amy two thousand years, he would do anything for her, he would literally die for her, the Doctor liked seeing Rory happy, but most of all, he liked Amy being protected, cared for, he liked Amy being happy.

He stepped in the middle, throwing one arm around Amy and the other around Rory, “So, kids, what do you say we go meet the talking Dolphins?”

Amy made a noise very much like a squeal and took the Doctor’s hand, turning herself around to free herself from his hug, holding his hand with both of hers, “Really? Oh, my god!” In an unbelievably quick movement she placed herself in the middle of Rory and the Doctor, taking them both by the arm and moving them forward quickly.

“You don’t even know where you’re going!” The Doctor laughed.

Amelia Pond and Rory Williams. The girl and the boy who waited.

Amy talked excitedly with the Dolphins as told her the tales of space Florida’s sea. Rory and the Doctor stood behind watching her.

“They like her.” The Doctor stated.

Rory smiled, “How could they not?”

The Doctor looked at Rory and smiled as well, “Yeah. How could anyone not like Amy Pond?”

Rory knew deep down that the Doctor was falling for Amy, and he also knew it was something the Doctor himself did not know.

“Did the psychiatrists your aunt, well I guess your parents now, sent you to, ever made you think I wasn’t real?” the Doctor asked Amy in another moment of silence in the TARDIS, again, while Rory was gone.

“Why do you insist in my childhood?” Amy asked a bit annoyed.

“I don’t know.” He answered, and he honestly didn’t.

Amy smiled, believing him, because that’s all she did. “If you must know, they tried to make me believe that, sometimes I pretended they were right. But no, not really, I always knew you were somewhere out there, looking for a way to come back to me, I never doubted you, I should’ve, but I never did.”

The Doctor looked at her, a serious expression on his face, “I do lie sometimes, Amy.”

“I know,” she sighed.

“But I promise you, I swear to you, when I say I’ll go back to you, I mean it. I will never leave you somewhere unprotected. I know you can take care of yourself, and I know you have Rory, but Amelia Pond, I will make sure you’re okay. Always.”

She rested her head on his shoulder just for a second, “I know.”

Rory looked at them from one of the top rooms of the TARDIS, considering something he thought he never would, trying to brush the option away but still failing miserably.

Rory Williams. The nice, likable kid.

“What is it with you, people?” The Doctor exclaimed, “Why do you always need to have everything?”

“Says the man that goes to museums so keep score.” Amy shot back, mocking him.

Rory let out a big laugh, “You what?”

“Shut up, both of you!”

Amy and Rory laughed together even more. The Doctor tried to look annoyed, but he let out a tiny chuckle, he couldn’t help it.

Amelia Pond, Rory Williams and the Doctor. The TARDIS team, a good team.

Something changed that day. Something Amy and the Doctor couldn’t quite put their fingers on, but Rory could.

The change happened in two close moments.

It was yet another near-death experience for Amy, maybe not as dangerous as past ones, the Dæmons (or goat men, as Rory called them), had gotten her, but had not been able to defeat her brilliance.

She ran outside, towards the Doctor and Rory, scratched and bleeding from her leg, face and arms. Rory was ready to catch her, to cure her, to take care of her. She ran, smiling from the thrill, like she always did.

The first thing she did when she reached them was hug the Doctor. One moment.

And it was that second moment right after the hug when everything was decided. The Doctor took her face and caressed the scratches, cleaning out the blood with his fingers. It had been three seconds at most when Amy leaped onto Rory and hugged him before entering the TARDIS.

Rory wasn’t angry at Amy, and he wasn’t angry at the Doctor. Deep inside he knew it was inevitable.

The next day was the day Rory packed. Silently, as silently as he could before Amy or the Doctor woke up.

He climbed the stairs from his and Amy’s room to the console of the TARDIS. It wasn’t long before the Doctor appeared.

“Rory! How nice to see you out so soon!” The Doctor said, almost nonchalantly.

“Doctor,” Rory said, determined, “I want you to take me home. To Leatchworth.”

The Doctor stared at Rory for a moment, “Okay, I’ll – I’ll take you and… Amy back. Is there –“

“No. Amy’s staying here,” Rory’s confidence faded into a whisper.

The tiniest hint of a smile appeared on the Doctor’s face, a hint not even Rory noticed, he cleared his throat, “Have you two talked about this?”

“No, not really.”

“Not really?”

“She doesn’t know,” Rory’s voice came out strained.

The Doctor was quiet for what seemed like a long time before speaking, as if he was choosing his next move very carefully, “Why?”

Rory thought about his answer, even though he already knew what it was, he wanted to lay it on the Doctor carefully, but it was just too simple, “Because she’s in love with you.”

“No, she’s not! She’s in love with you, you’re her husband!”

“She is in love with you, Doctor! And you’re in love with her,” Rory said, now completely calm.

Before the Doctor could react, Amy came rushing up the stairs, “Hello, boys!” she jumped the final step enthusiastically, “You” she began, kissing Rory on the lips, “were up early.” Rory gave her a tiny smile. “What’s going on?” she asked, now aware of how the Doctor was looking at her and at Rory.

“Ask your husband,” he said, turning back to the console, pretending to be setting up something. Thinking Rory would maybe believe he was telling the TARDIS to go to Leatchworth, but he was still expecting Amy to convince Rory, and frankly, the Doctor himself, that he was being ridiculous.

“Rory?” Amy stared at her husband.

Rory held her hands in his, “Listen, this is not going to be easy,” he sighed.

An impatient Amy hurried him, “Rory, what is it?”

“I’m leaving. The Doctor is setting up the TARDIS to Letchworth right now.” Rory blurted out.

“You’re what? What?!” She turned to the Doctor.

He looked up from the console quickly, his head turning from Rory to Amy several times, “No, I’m not.”

“Wha-“ Rory started before being interrupted.

“You’re leaving?! What do you mean you’re leaving, are we leaving?” Amy sounded so concerned it broke both of the boys’ hearts.

“No,” Rory answered, his voice breaking, “You’re staying.”

“No, you’re not going anywhere.”

“I am, Amy, I’ve made up my mind.”

“You’re not, Rory, you can’t, why? What are you even doing? Please don’t.” The realization of what Rory was saying was pouring into Amy’s head like hot lava, and she didn’t want it there.

The Doctor wanted to argue with Rory as well, but he knew better than that after all these years, when they wanted to leave, he had to let them.

Rory gathered his thoughts, “Amy, you should stay with the Doctor. You should be with the Doctor. You love him.”

“I love you.” Amy said, tears starting to leave her eyes.

“I know. Just not as much as you love him, and it’s okay, it really is. Amy, I waited for you two thousand years so you could be happy and you will be with him. I will be okay, I promise you, even being considered your number one man means more than words can express.” Rory placed a kiss on one of her hands and let go of her.

Everyone stayed quiet, and this time, the Doctor did set the TARDIS to Letchworth, pulled the lever, and for the first time used the blue stabilizers. Maybe that way, Amy would feel it less.

She cried silently, turned away from Rory as he stared at her in sadness.

“We’ve landed.” The Doctor said quietly.

“Well then,” Rory began before running down stairs, coming back with one suitcase, “I guess this is goodbye.”

The Doctor went to him, hugging him tightly, “You were brilliant, Rory Williams.”

Rory smiled, hugging back, “Thank you.” He turned to Amy, who was still crying, “I do love you, it’s why I’m doing this.”

Amy stayed quiet, she turned and kissed him, really kissed him. When they pulled apart Rory turned for the door, “Visit me, okay?” he said turning to them, and then closed the door behind him one last time. Amy ran to it, the hot lava on her head suddenly burning more than ever.

The Doctor stopped her, “Amy – Amy, we can’t stop him, believe me.”

“Let me go!” She fought, “I have to!”

“Hey, hey!” He held her body tight to his as she fought with all of her strength, “Stop!” he yelled. That seemed to do it, she cried, but she stopped fighting. “Come here,” the Doctor whispered, turning her body to face his and hugging her, running his hands through her hair.

They both got better as days passed, talking more and more. Both had pondered over the reason why Rory had left, silently.
Until that one day.

“Are you in love with me, Amy?” The Doctor was the first to ask.

She was quiet for exactly thirty two seconds before whispering, “I think I have been my whole life.”

He stood up from the chair beside the console and stood in front of her, one of his hands tracing her face and placing her hair behind her ear, he left it there and simply looked at her. He slowly leaned in, foreheads touching first, then noses, lips. It was a tentative kiss, timid, sweet, beautiful.

He pulled back, “Hey,” he whispered.

“Hmm?” Amy answered, her eyes still closed.

“Gotcha.” He smiled, his hands moving to her hips and pulling her close.

She laughed, almost like a sigh, and wrapped her arms around his neck, “Gotcha.”

Amelia Pond and the Doctor. The girl who waited and the raggedy man she waited for. A beautiful, impossible girl and the madman with a blue box.

He’d always loved happy endings.
Tags: fandom: doctor who, fanfiction, pairing: eleven/amy
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