Feb 11, 2013 17:15
Life was quiet now that the Doctor wasn't able to pop up whenever he chose. (Though Amy couldn't help but think that it wasn't that he wasn't able, exactly, but that he simply didn't want to. Not enough.)
Despite the fact that it was a different era from when she had been born into, the shape of their days were strangely normal. They found jobs, they found a home, they made food and then ate it...It wasn't exciting, but it was far from bad, actually.
Some nights though, even when she reached middle age and her hair was almost half grey. Some nights, as she lay beside Rory, tracing the lines on his face in the dark, she wanted still to cry in helpless fear.
Somewhere out there, the Doctor was working. One mistake, and she could be living in a world without Rory, and the life they had so painstakingly put together.
Sometimes, she wondered what a life without ever having met the Doctor would have been like - if she could have lived in blissful ignorance of all that lay under the shallow surfaces of the world, waiting to rend reality apart with sharp, sharp teeth.
Sometimes, she even remembered what it was like to miss the Doctor, and to love him.
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