Smitten 6/8
Title: Smitten 6/8
Author: jiji_bean
Characters: Eleven/Rose, Amy/Rory...Rose/Rory?
Rating: PG
Time Line: Series 5 - between Flesh and Stone and Vampires of Venice
Summary: Nostalgia takes the Doctor to a time he never thought he'd visit...not after the end of his Tenth life. Amy and Rory meet someone from the Doctor's past...but it isn't the Doctor this young blond has her eyes on.
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who - I just like to play with it sometimes.
A/N: Updated each Sunday/Monday. Sorry it's rather short - we're up for a dizzy in the next two chapters. Thanks for reading :)
Want to read it from the beginning? Start here.
***
“I did something bad Rory,” Amy’s voice sounded small and feeble in his ears. He rarely saw her that way and it made him hurt along with her. Her hands were cold in his as he rubbed small circles into her palm. Part of him was afraid to ask what she had done - but figured that by the way she greeted him, it couldn’t be too bad.
“What happened?” he asked for a third time.
She looked up at him. They were sitting at the kitchen table sipping tea. Her eyes were red from tears he couldn’t see.
Taking a deep breath, she began, “I kept…bugging him to tell me about the blond girl in the chip shop…” Amy laughed…an empty sound. Rory figured that she probably thought it was absurd that such a simple request could cause any problems.
He knew that Amy had a habit of curiosity and that sometimes it came off too demanding, but people usually gave in to her charm. But Rose must be a sore spot for the Doctor. Rory remained quiet, waiting for what would come next.
“He just got…so angry at me. I was upset and you know how I get…,” she tilted her head, her eyes wide and focused on only him.
Rory smiled and with his other hand reached to her, cupping her cheek. He loved her beyond anything he could understand. Of course he knew how she could get.
“Don’t worry, love. I don’t think it was what you said, necessarily, that upset the Doctor,” Amy smiled at him and held her hand to his against her, “don’t get me wrong, you really shouldn’t prod like that…”
She smacked him lightly on his arm, feigning offense, but her smile gave it away.
“Oi!” her smile dimmed slightly, “and what do you mean, it wasn’t what I said? What do you know that I don’t?”
Rory looked at her with an eyebrow raised as she had just pointed out her own bad habit.
Sighing, she looked down at the tabletop and then back at him.
“Sorry.”
He smiled at her and brought his hand back to the table, covering both her hands. After a moment, he answered her question…sort of, “I just think there are some things he doesn’t want to share - and it’s nothing against you or anyone else. He may be alien…but he’s got feelings and memories that go beyond us. We don’t know what happened to him before he crashed into your yard.”
Amy seemed to think over what he said before finally saying, “I hadn’t thought about that.”
Smiling at her, he got up to fill up his cup and started fixing another.
“What are you doing?”
Placing the cups on a tray he got from the small cupboard from above the sink, he turned around slowly so as not to spill the tea.
“I think the Doctor might be thirsty,” he hoped his voice wouldn’t give away the odd sympathy he felt for the strange man.
Amy smiled, stood up to refill her cup and then followed Rory down the corridor where they both knew the Doctor was hiding.
***
The Doctor was still as he stared into the flames in the fireplace. He felt numb with the memories that had washed over him in a matter of mere seconds. How could he begin anew when he felt the pain as fresh as he had those days when he had lost her? Every time he lost her.
The sound of his young companions coming into the library woke him up from his dejection. He smiled half-heartedly at them. That may be the most he could muster as an apology. Always a coward, him.
Amy averted her eyes from him. Rory, however, was looking at him a bit too intensely. He looked at him as if he was looking for something. The look startled the Doctor. He hoped he hadn’t found or talked to Rose. As much as the past pained him, he didn’t want anything or anyone changing his memories with Rose. That was his life with her and he was territorial about anyone coming near it. Especially someone that could very easily change it with just a few words or actions.
The Doctor tried to tramp the pain of jealousy he felt just then. Everything he had experienced and known and he could still feel the sting of that particular emotion when it came to Rose. He’d tried to ignore it since they first saw her, but it was near impossible. He felt it as keenly as he did with Mickey, Adam or Jack. Felt it almost as strongly as he felt when she’d kissed his double.
The memory of the cold sandy shore of Bad Wolf Bay, Rose with tears in her eyes as she realized that, once again, he was leaving her behind, flooded his mind. In that look he’d seen something he hadn’t remembered seeing in her eyes before - it told him that she wasn’t surprised.
No, he couldn’t think about that now.
“Thought you might like something to drink,” said Rory as he set the tray on the table in front of the Doctor and handed him the mug. Amy sat on the other end of the couch he was on, and Rory settled on the floor near her. The Doctor noticed that Amy’s hand magnetically settled itself on Rory’s shoulder, squeezing it slightly. Rory’s left arm draped over her leg. The image brought a smile to the Doctor’s lips despite his own sadness.
“I see that all is right with the Ponds then.” His voice held a happy relief, but he wasn’t quite sure for whom.
Amy smiled at him and he could see that she understood that it was the best apology she was getting from him.
“Yeah…even though he forgot to bring us something to eat like he promised,” her tone was teasing as she ruffled Rory’s hair.
“Actually, I was going to tell you two…,” he stopped suddenly, as if remembering something.
She looked at him confused, “Rory?”
Rory glanced briefly at the Doctor and then back at her, “Actually, do you mind getting some of those biscuits I like? I have a surprise but I’ll wait to tell both of you until you come back - promise.”
Amy’s forehead wrinkled in further puzzlement, “But you finished those biscuits last night…remember?”
The Doctor looked at Rory, remembering how he had in fact finished the biscuits the night before, much to his own disappointment - what was he getting at?
“Oh, that’s right…I really wanted some of those biscuits…,” he trailed off.
“That’s okay, I’ll go buy some - we should stock up anyway if we’re leaving soon. It shouldn’t be hard to find - we’re in London after all,” she smiled down at him.
“You don’t mind?” the Doctor watched as Rory looked up at Amy, his concentration falling to her lips. He knew what was going to happen next and so he averted his eyes back to the fireplace.
After Amy kissed him softly, she turned back to the Doctor, “Need anything Doctor?”
He smiled at her, “Some Jammie Dodgers if you can find them.”
“No problem, be back in a bit,” and with that she kissed Rory one more time before standing up and walking out the door.
The Doctor looked at Rory. The two men just stared at each other for an innumerable amount of seconds before one of them spoke.
“So, what did you do on your own private adventure,” the words came out sounding more cutting than he expected them to.
Rory stood up and settled himself where Amy had been sitting. He turned towards the Doctor.
“I was just walking, thinking about some things and then I bumped into the young blond girl from this morning,” there was an edge to his voice that the Doctor hadn’t heard from him before. It wasn’t meant to be hurtful, but there was something else lying underneath it. It made his hearts quicken their beat - this time in fear.
“Oh?” was his only reply.
“Yeah, do you remember her? Name’s Rose. Lovely girl. She took me out for a ‘cuppa’,” the edge was gone, but he was staring at the Doctor too deeply.
The Doctor felt his nerves sting with pain. Of course she would have. He couldn’t look at Rory and instead chose to spring up out of his seat.
“Well then, maybe we should go scrounge up something to eat, come along other Pond,” he was about to cross the room and out the door when his companion’s voice stopped him.
“Who is she Doctor?” Rory’s voice was barely a whisper. There was sympathy and understanding without knowing etched in his words. They were different than when Amy had asked them.
He turned around to face him. The young man’s eyes implored something from him. He felt his stomach churn slightly.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” his last ditch effort to remove himself from the situation. He knew by then that it was pointless to ignore it since he heard the pain in his own words.
Rory looked at him with eyes full of such human emotion. They reminded the Doctor of why he enjoyed their company. Such fragile beings but they held so much inside of them.
“Yes, you do,” and with those simple words coming from between Rory’s lips - the Doctor understood something about him. The something that Rose had seen from the beginning.
Rory was different than others. He didn’t need to prod and poke for information - he let people just be. It reminded the Doctor of Rose and the comparison made his chest hurt because at least Amy could keep her Rory.
The Doctor also realized something else - Rory seemed to understand something that Amy couldn’t from meeting Rose. Perhaps no one could truly understand the Doctor’s pain unless they had met her as well.
How else could they comprehend just how much he had lost when he lost her?
***
Seven
Author: jiji_bean
Characters: Eleven/Rose, Amy/Rory...Rose/Rory?
Rating: PG
Time Line: Series 5 - between Flesh and Stone and Vampires of Venice
Summary: Nostalgia takes the Doctor to a time he never thought he'd visit...not after the end of his Tenth life. Amy and Rory meet someone from the Doctor's past...but it isn't the Doctor this young blond has her eyes on.
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who - I just like to play with it sometimes.
A/N: Updated each Sunday/Monday. Sorry it's rather short - we're up for a dizzy in the next two chapters. Thanks for reading :)
Want to read it from the beginning? Start here.
***
“I did something bad Rory,” Amy’s voice sounded small and feeble in his ears. He rarely saw her that way and it made him hurt along with her. Her hands were cold in his as he rubbed small circles into her palm. Part of him was afraid to ask what she had done - but figured that by the way she greeted him, it couldn’t be too bad.
“What happened?” he asked for a third time.
She looked up at him. They were sitting at the kitchen table sipping tea. Her eyes were red from tears he couldn’t see.
Taking a deep breath, she began, “I kept…bugging him to tell me about the blond girl in the chip shop…” Amy laughed…an empty sound. Rory figured that she probably thought it was absurd that such a simple request could cause any problems.
He knew that Amy had a habit of curiosity and that sometimes it came off too demanding, but people usually gave in to her charm. But Rose must be a sore spot for the Doctor. Rory remained quiet, waiting for what would come next.
“He just got…so angry at me. I was upset and you know how I get…,” she tilted her head, her eyes wide and focused on only him.
Rory smiled and with his other hand reached to her, cupping her cheek. He loved her beyond anything he could understand. Of course he knew how she could get.
“Don’t worry, love. I don’t think it was what you said, necessarily, that upset the Doctor,” Amy smiled at him and held her hand to his against her, “don’t get me wrong, you really shouldn’t prod like that…”
She smacked him lightly on his arm, feigning offense, but her smile gave it away.
“Oi!” her smile dimmed slightly, “and what do you mean, it wasn’t what I said? What do you know that I don’t?”
Rory looked at her with an eyebrow raised as she had just pointed out her own bad habit.
Sighing, she looked down at the tabletop and then back at him.
“Sorry.”
He smiled at her and brought his hand back to the table, covering both her hands. After a moment, he answered her question…sort of, “I just think there are some things he doesn’t want to share - and it’s nothing against you or anyone else. He may be alien…but he’s got feelings and memories that go beyond us. We don’t know what happened to him before he crashed into your yard.”
Amy seemed to think over what he said before finally saying, “I hadn’t thought about that.”
Smiling at her, he got up to fill up his cup and started fixing another.
“What are you doing?”
Placing the cups on a tray he got from the small cupboard from above the sink, he turned around slowly so as not to spill the tea.
“I think the Doctor might be thirsty,” he hoped his voice wouldn’t give away the odd sympathy he felt for the strange man.
Amy smiled, stood up to refill her cup and then followed Rory down the corridor where they both knew the Doctor was hiding.
***
The Doctor was still as he stared into the flames in the fireplace. He felt numb with the memories that had washed over him in a matter of mere seconds. How could he begin anew when he felt the pain as fresh as he had those days when he had lost her? Every time he lost her.
The sound of his young companions coming into the library woke him up from his dejection. He smiled half-heartedly at them. That may be the most he could muster as an apology. Always a coward, him.
Amy averted her eyes from him. Rory, however, was looking at him a bit too intensely. He looked at him as if he was looking for something. The look startled the Doctor. He hoped he hadn’t found or talked to Rose. As much as the past pained him, he didn’t want anything or anyone changing his memories with Rose. That was his life with her and he was territorial about anyone coming near it. Especially someone that could very easily change it with just a few words or actions.
The Doctor tried to tramp the pain of jealousy he felt just then. Everything he had experienced and known and he could still feel the sting of that particular emotion when it came to Rose. He’d tried to ignore it since they first saw her, but it was near impossible. He felt it as keenly as he did with Mickey, Adam or Jack. Felt it almost as strongly as he felt when she’d kissed his double.
The memory of the cold sandy shore of Bad Wolf Bay, Rose with tears in her eyes as she realized that, once again, he was leaving her behind, flooded his mind. In that look he’d seen something he hadn’t remembered seeing in her eyes before - it told him that she wasn’t surprised.
No, he couldn’t think about that now.
“Thought you might like something to drink,” said Rory as he set the tray on the table in front of the Doctor and handed him the mug. Amy sat on the other end of the couch he was on, and Rory settled on the floor near her. The Doctor noticed that Amy’s hand magnetically settled itself on Rory’s shoulder, squeezing it slightly. Rory’s left arm draped over her leg. The image brought a smile to the Doctor’s lips despite his own sadness.
“I see that all is right with the Ponds then.” His voice held a happy relief, but he wasn’t quite sure for whom.
Amy smiled at him and he could see that she understood that it was the best apology she was getting from him.
“Yeah…even though he forgot to bring us something to eat like he promised,” her tone was teasing as she ruffled Rory’s hair.
“Actually, I was going to tell you two…,” he stopped suddenly, as if remembering something.
She looked at him confused, “Rory?”
Rory glanced briefly at the Doctor and then back at her, “Actually, do you mind getting some of those biscuits I like? I have a surprise but I’ll wait to tell both of you until you come back - promise.”
Amy’s forehead wrinkled in further puzzlement, “But you finished those biscuits last night…remember?”
The Doctor looked at Rory, remembering how he had in fact finished the biscuits the night before, much to his own disappointment - what was he getting at?
“Oh, that’s right…I really wanted some of those biscuits…,” he trailed off.
“That’s okay, I’ll go buy some - we should stock up anyway if we’re leaving soon. It shouldn’t be hard to find - we’re in London after all,” she smiled down at him.
“You don’t mind?” the Doctor watched as Rory looked up at Amy, his concentration falling to her lips. He knew what was going to happen next and so he averted his eyes back to the fireplace.
After Amy kissed him softly, she turned back to the Doctor, “Need anything Doctor?”
He smiled at her, “Some Jammie Dodgers if you can find them.”
“No problem, be back in a bit,” and with that she kissed Rory one more time before standing up and walking out the door.
The Doctor looked at Rory. The two men just stared at each other for an innumerable amount of seconds before one of them spoke.
“So, what did you do on your own private adventure,” the words came out sounding more cutting than he expected them to.
Rory stood up and settled himself where Amy had been sitting. He turned towards the Doctor.
“I was just walking, thinking about some things and then I bumped into the young blond girl from this morning,” there was an edge to his voice that the Doctor hadn’t heard from him before. It wasn’t meant to be hurtful, but there was something else lying underneath it. It made his hearts quicken their beat - this time in fear.
“Oh?” was his only reply.
“Yeah, do you remember her? Name’s Rose. Lovely girl. She took me out for a ‘cuppa’,” the edge was gone, but he was staring at the Doctor too deeply.
The Doctor felt his nerves sting with pain. Of course she would have. He couldn’t look at Rory and instead chose to spring up out of his seat.
“Well then, maybe we should go scrounge up something to eat, come along other Pond,” he was about to cross the room and out the door when his companion’s voice stopped him.
“Who is she Doctor?” Rory’s voice was barely a whisper. There was sympathy and understanding without knowing etched in his words. They were different than when Amy had asked them.
He turned around to face him. The young man’s eyes implored something from him. He felt his stomach churn slightly.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” his last ditch effort to remove himself from the situation. He knew by then that it was pointless to ignore it since he heard the pain in his own words.
Rory looked at him with eyes full of such human emotion. They reminded the Doctor of why he enjoyed their company. Such fragile beings but they held so much inside of them.
“Yes, you do,” and with those simple words coming from between Rory’s lips - the Doctor understood something about him. The something that Rose had seen from the beginning.
Rory was different than others. He didn’t need to prod and poke for information - he let people just be. It reminded the Doctor of Rose and the comparison made his chest hurt because at least Amy could keep her Rory.
The Doctor also realized something else - Rory seemed to understand something that Amy couldn’t from meeting Rose. Perhaps no one could truly understand the Doctor’s pain unless they had met her as well.
How else could they comprehend just how much he had lost when he lost her?
***
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