Seventeen Things That Happen to Rory Williams, After
Fandom: DOCTOR WHO
Pairing: Rory Williams/Eleventh Doctor
Length: 8k
Author on LJ: scribe
Author Website: AO3 index
Why this must be read: In which Amy dies and Rory, eventually, keeps going. Written sometime around S5, this is a heartbreaking and gloriously written story of how Rory loses Amy and is forced to keep on, and just... guh. It gets Rory so perfectly right, all the while building up the foundation for Rory/Doctor. The progression from Rory's grieving into actually feeling something for the Doctor is so wonderfully subtle and natural.
Seventeen Things That Happen to Rory Williams, After
November 21st, 2010, is four months and twenty-six days after the date they'd booked for the wedding that never happened, which is not a length of time that humans give any particular significance to. No one will give Rory concerned looks today, or talk about him in low voices, or ask him kindly how he's doing-at least no more than they usually do. There are only two people in the world (in the universe, in all of space and time) who know that November 21st has any connection to the late Amy Pond. It is, in fact, the date on which she will die, one thousand, seven hundred and four years in the future.
Rory fights his way through the fog of the sleeping pills earlier than usual because it's cold. He's spent the night in Jeff's room again where he can't exactly ask Mrs. Angelo for some heavier blankets now that winter's coming on. He knows he should stop doing this, knows that even the well-meaning people of Leadworth will only politely turn their heads for so long, but he couldn't stand to wake up this morning in a bed that Amy had deigned to share with him once upon a time.
He rolls over and looks out the window. It's an awful sort of day, windy and grey and threatening rain, and the TARDIS is parked by the side of the road.
The door is slightly ajar when he gets there. Rory walks straight to the console and spins the date counter, looking at his hand until the first rush of feeling settles and he thinks he can maybe stand the echoes of her everywhere without crying or running back outside. Then he says,
"Let's go."
The Doctor comes over from where he's been leaning against the railing.
"That's a terribly boring century," he says, glancing down at the console.
"Yeah, well," says Rory. "It's not like you'll actually land us there, anyway."
Pairing: Rory Williams/Eleventh Doctor
Length: 8k
Author on LJ: scribe
Author Website: AO3 index
Why this must be read: In which Amy dies and Rory, eventually, keeps going. Written sometime around S5, this is a heartbreaking and gloriously written story of how Rory loses Amy and is forced to keep on, and just... guh. It gets Rory so perfectly right, all the while building up the foundation for Rory/Doctor. The progression from Rory's grieving into actually feeling something for the Doctor is so wonderfully subtle and natural.
Seventeen Things That Happen to Rory Williams, After
November 21st, 2010, is four months and twenty-six days after the date they'd booked for the wedding that never happened, which is not a length of time that humans give any particular significance to. No one will give Rory concerned looks today, or talk about him in low voices, or ask him kindly how he's doing-at least no more than they usually do. There are only two people in the world (in the universe, in all of space and time) who know that November 21st has any connection to the late Amy Pond. It is, in fact, the date on which she will die, one thousand, seven hundred and four years in the future.
Rory fights his way through the fog of the sleeping pills earlier than usual because it's cold. He's spent the night in Jeff's room again where he can't exactly ask Mrs. Angelo for some heavier blankets now that winter's coming on. He knows he should stop doing this, knows that even the well-meaning people of Leadworth will only politely turn their heads for so long, but he couldn't stand to wake up this morning in a bed that Amy had deigned to share with him once upon a time.
He rolls over and looks out the window. It's an awful sort of day, windy and grey and threatening rain, and the TARDIS is parked by the side of the road.
The door is slightly ajar when he gets there. Rory walks straight to the console and spins the date counter, looking at his hand until the first rush of feeling settles and he thinks he can maybe stand the echoes of her everywhere without crying or running back outside. Then he says,
"Let's go."
The Doctor comes over from where he's been leaning against the railing.
"That's a terribly boring century," he says, glancing down at the console.
"Yeah, well," says Rory. "It's not like you'll actually land us there, anyway."