Oncoming Storms 46.1 Quote
"Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Others stay for a while and leave footprints on our minds and hearts and we are never the same." ~Anonymous
“You love him,” Rory was pacing and grousing, knowing deep down that he had no reason to be jealous but unable to stop himself and Amy was trying to calm him down and watch the goings on at the same time.
“Of course I do, he's my best friend.” Her first friend. Her Raggedy Doctor. She'd always loved him. The Doctor’s head popped up from below them, followed by the rest of him shirtsleeves rolled up and a smudge on his chin and Amy tracked him from the control room up some stairs and down a hallway dragging a length of glowing cord. "It's different."
Rory sighed.
“Would you know?”
“Of course I would,” she turned on him, waving the ring in his face and he jerked back knocking something she could not identify over with a crash.
“No touching!” Echoed from down the hallway and her fiancé pulled a face.
“Right,” he lowered his voice. “You tell me how its different.”
She opened her mouth but nothing came out, she wasn’t entirely sure what to say so when River appeared from yet another hallway, nearly as harried looking as the Doctor her hair in a messy bun she grasped the distraction.
"Rory wants to know what it's like to be in love." Amy moved toward the control console interrupted by the sound of the Doctor cursing and clanging things. He got so worked up when the TARDIS wasn't running and he got stranded somewhere.
"That isn't exactly what I asked." The other man started to protest asking the older woman seemed impossibly rude considering the topic was how Amy felt about the Doctor.
Amy waved away the protest, it was the same thing because she loved the Doctor but she wasn't IN LOVE with him. River was, she was sure, so she should be able to verbalize it in a way that made the difference clear for Rory.
"It's like dying," River said calmly, and walked back out of the room after flipping a few switches and calling over her shoulder. "Try that then sweetie."
"That's..." They both watched her go.
"The word you're looking for is awful." Amy said still watching until River ducked out of sight down a corridor.
“I was going to say: that’s true.”
***
“You’re going without saying goodbye?” She caught him unlocking the doors to the TARDIS, the restaurant a bustle behind her the Towers long sing stopping their song.
“You don’t like goodbyes,” his eyes were sad as though there was something she should be getting.
“You're being evasive again.” She advanced on him, poking him in the chest. “You keep dropping hints like it’s a puzzle I have to put together. I hate puzzles.”
He pulled back with a thump, colliding with the TARDIS as she crowded him, eyes meeting hers.
“You love puzzles.” He pointed out reasonably. It made her want to hit him, or kiss him, or scream. She kissed him, just in case this was the last time.
He curved his hands over her shoulders not quite returning the kiss but not pushing her away a soft press of lips, a memory for tomorrow after a long night. Then she pulled back, face against his throat. She did not want to let him go, but she knew better than to ask him to stay.
“River,” he said as she inhaled the scent of him, familiar and comforting like licorice drops and books. Her name was a gentle scold and she pretended not to hear it, he kissed the top of her head and she thought she heard him chuckle.
“Be careful,” his voice so deadly serious it might have been laughable.
“Or else?” She shoved her curls back from her face and put her hands on her hips facing off with him, hurt or angry and almost convinced this was goodbye and he was going to go without saying it. “Sometimes I hate you.”
“No you don't,” he said. He cocked one brow, a hint of a smile on his lips. “Not that you’ve ever listened to me before, but please. Just remember... to be careful.”
“Tell me why.” Why he'd brought her to Darillium, why the towers had made him cry, why they'd had one last (it had to be the last) night together. Time she'd told him. She wanted more time.
“Spoilers.” He tapped her on the nose with a wink, opened the TARDIS door and stepped inside.
“You still didn’t say good bye.” She called after him.
“You’re right,” he poked his head out the door and grinned. “I didn’t.”
And then he was gone.
“You love him,” Rory was pacing and grousing, knowing deep down that he had no reason to be jealous but unable to stop himself and Amy was trying to calm him down and watch the goings on at the same time.
“Of course I do, he's my best friend.” Her first friend. Her Raggedy Doctor. She'd always loved him. The Doctor’s head popped up from below them, followed by the rest of him shirtsleeves rolled up and a smudge on his chin and Amy tracked him from the control room up some stairs and down a hallway dragging a length of glowing cord. "It's different."
Rory sighed.
“Would you know?”
“Of course I would,” she turned on him, waving the ring in his face and he jerked back knocking something she could not identify over with a crash.
“No touching!” Echoed from down the hallway and her fiancé pulled a face.
“Right,” he lowered his voice. “You tell me how its different.”
She opened her mouth but nothing came out, she wasn’t entirely sure what to say so when River appeared from yet another hallway, nearly as harried looking as the Doctor her hair in a messy bun she grasped the distraction.
"Rory wants to know what it's like to be in love." Amy moved toward the control console interrupted by the sound of the Doctor cursing and clanging things. He got so worked up when the TARDIS wasn't running and he got stranded somewhere.
"That isn't exactly what I asked." The other man started to protest asking the older woman seemed impossibly rude considering the topic was how Amy felt about the Doctor.
Amy waved away the protest, it was the same thing because she loved the Doctor but she wasn't IN LOVE with him. River was, she was sure, so she should be able to verbalize it in a way that made the difference clear for Rory.
"It's like dying," River said calmly, and walked back out of the room after flipping a few switches and calling over her shoulder. "Try that then sweetie."
"That's..." They both watched her go.
"The word you're looking for is awful." Amy said still watching until River ducked out of sight down a corridor.
“I was going to say: that’s true.”
***
“You’re going without saying goodbye?” She caught him unlocking the doors to the TARDIS, the restaurant a bustle behind her the Towers long sing stopping their song.
“You don’t like goodbyes,” his eyes were sad as though there was something she should be getting.
“You're being evasive again.” She advanced on him, poking him in the chest. “You keep dropping hints like it’s a puzzle I have to put together. I hate puzzles.”
He pulled back with a thump, colliding with the TARDIS as she crowded him, eyes meeting hers.
“You love puzzles.” He pointed out reasonably. It made her want to hit him, or kiss him, or scream. She kissed him, just in case this was the last time.
He curved his hands over her shoulders not quite returning the kiss but not pushing her away a soft press of lips, a memory for tomorrow after a long night. Then she pulled back, face against his throat. She did not want to let him go, but she knew better than to ask him to stay.
“River,” he said as she inhaled the scent of him, familiar and comforting like licorice drops and books. Her name was a gentle scold and she pretended not to hear it, he kissed the top of her head and she thought she heard him chuckle.
“Be careful,” his voice so deadly serious it might have been laughable.
“Or else?” She shoved her curls back from her face and put her hands on her hips facing off with him, hurt or angry and almost convinced this was goodbye and he was going to go without saying it. “Sometimes I hate you.”
“No you don't,” he said. He cocked one brow, a hint of a smile on his lips. “Not that you’ve ever listened to me before, but please. Just remember... to be careful.”
“Tell me why.” Why he'd brought her to Darillium, why the towers had made him cry, why they'd had one last (it had to be the last) night together. Time she'd told him. She wanted more time.
“Spoilers.” He tapped her on the nose with a wink, opened the TARDIS door and stepped inside.
“You still didn’t say good bye.” She called after him.
“You’re right,” he poked his head out the door and grinned. “I didn’t.”
And then he was gone.