Trust
A short story from comment_fic and the following prompt from blinddreamer -- Doctor Who, Eleven & or / Rory(/Amy), the Doctor is surprised at how quickly and thoroughly Rory trusts him
Word Count - 570
Characters - Rory and the Doctor
"Rory. What are you doing?"
He blinked. His vision was blurred, but he thought that might be a face hovering above him.
He blinked again, and his vision cleared a little. It was definitely a face. The Doctor's face.
Another blink. This time he could see that the Doctor looked worried. Interesting...
"Ummm. Not sure actually what I'm doing." He levered himself up slowly. All his bones ached, and there was a sharp pain at the back of his head. He felt a bit sick. Probably a concussion.
"I mean, in the spectrum of stupidity, that takes the biscuit. An important biscuit. The jammy dodger of stupid things, not just a custard cream, or a bourbon, but the king of all biscuits. The premier biscuit of stupid things and..."
Maybe it was the head injury making him bold, but Rory interupted, "Not following Doctor. Sorry."
The Doctor threw up his hands in exasperation, then flopped down to sit. His voice had become serious, "Rory. Why did you do that?"
"You said the gap needed to be plugged. I just... sort of..."
"It was exploding. What made you think that putting your hand in it would be a good idea?"
"I'm sorry. It was just, well, I couldn't see anything else and you sort of shouted and made it sound important..."
"Oh, it was important. Probably saved our lives. All our lives. Everyone's lives. Only, it was a bit of a shock."
"I'm still not following."
"Look, Rory, I don't mean to be rude, but you've only known me for a few days. I know that in those days we've met Vampire Fish, and there was the nearly dying and the earthquakes and stuff, but if a stranger says 'we need something to plug that gap,' not many people would stick their fist in the exploding machine. I'm a bit flattered, but, well, why?"
"Do you really want to know?"
"Yes, please."
"It's complicated. Or, maybe not so complicated, but, well..." He took a deep breath, then started again. "When me and Amy were little we used to play pretend games. I followed her around like a lost puppy for months, so she used to get me to wear your clothes to make myself useful. When she got bored of that I got to play along and we... imagined that you were there. You would tell us how to play or save the day, or get us in more trouble. I broke my arm because of you when I was nine, and I got grounded for a week when you told me to rescue the aliens from the back of our sofa with a fork. I started to forget that you were just a voice that only Amy could hear. You got to be real, even to me. This sounds daft, but you might have only known me for a few days, but I've known you forever."
Then he blushed, "And I've probably got a concussion, so you could just ignore all that. Are we going to rescue Amy now?"
The Doctor patted Rory on the shoulder, then helped him up to stand. "So, you had to get dressed up as me? Bowtie?"
"Didn't do the bowtie. It was just a tie. Sort of swirly stripes."
"Hmm. Maybe you could try the bowtie later. Cool, you know."
"Maybe not, Doctor."
"Yeah. Never mind. Maybe another time."
And they went to rescue Amy.
Word Count - 570
Characters - Rory and the Doctor
"Rory. What are you doing?"
He blinked. His vision was blurred, but he thought that might be a face hovering above him.
He blinked again, and his vision cleared a little. It was definitely a face. The Doctor's face.
Another blink. This time he could see that the Doctor looked worried. Interesting...
"Ummm. Not sure actually what I'm doing." He levered himself up slowly. All his bones ached, and there was a sharp pain at the back of his head. He felt a bit sick. Probably a concussion.
"I mean, in the spectrum of stupidity, that takes the biscuit. An important biscuit. The jammy dodger of stupid things, not just a custard cream, or a bourbon, but the king of all biscuits. The premier biscuit of stupid things and..."
Maybe it was the head injury making him bold, but Rory interupted, "Not following Doctor. Sorry."
The Doctor threw up his hands in exasperation, then flopped down to sit. His voice had become serious, "Rory. Why did you do that?"
"You said the gap needed to be plugged. I just... sort of..."
"It was exploding. What made you think that putting your hand in it would be a good idea?"
"I'm sorry. It was just, well, I couldn't see anything else and you sort of shouted and made it sound important..."
"Oh, it was important. Probably saved our lives. All our lives. Everyone's lives. Only, it was a bit of a shock."
"I'm still not following."
"Look, Rory, I don't mean to be rude, but you've only known me for a few days. I know that in those days we've met Vampire Fish, and there was the nearly dying and the earthquakes and stuff, but if a stranger says 'we need something to plug that gap,' not many people would stick their fist in the exploding machine. I'm a bit flattered, but, well, why?"
"Do you really want to know?"
"Yes, please."
"It's complicated. Or, maybe not so complicated, but, well..." He took a deep breath, then started again. "When me and Amy were little we used to play pretend games. I followed her around like a lost puppy for months, so she used to get me to wear your clothes to make myself useful. When she got bored of that I got to play along and we... imagined that you were there. You would tell us how to play or save the day, or get us in more trouble. I broke my arm because of you when I was nine, and I got grounded for a week when you told me to rescue the aliens from the back of our sofa with a fork. I started to forget that you were just a voice that only Amy could hear. You got to be real, even to me. This sounds daft, but you might have only known me for a few days, but I've known you forever."
Then he blushed, "And I've probably got a concussion, so you could just ignore all that. Are we going to rescue Amy now?"
The Doctor patted Rory on the shoulder, then helped him up to stand. "So, you had to get dressed up as me? Bowtie?"
"Didn't do the bowtie. It was just a tie. Sort of swirly stripes."
"Hmm. Maybe you could try the bowtie later. Cool, you know."
"Maybe not, Doctor."
"Yeah. Never mind. Maybe another time."
And they went to rescue Amy.