[Doctor Who] sometimes you can't make it on your own
For: miss_mishi
Title: sometimes you can't make it on your own
Fandom: Doctor Who
Pairing/Character: Amy Pond/Rory Williams
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 447
AN: From the prompt, Doctor Who, Amy, Amy/Rory, far away, far away, I want to go far away, to a new life on a new shore line
Cross-posted from here.
'I don't want this. I don't think I want this at all.'
It's not the first time Rory dies in that wonderful, horrible dream that sends little warning flags into her system, starting slow then blazing like fireworks.
It's not even when she's scared she might die, sinking into the ground, dirt and sand filling her nose and mouth, until her screams ('Doctor!') are cut off like a switch is flipped. (When it feels like it's just too late.)
It's the stupid, insignificant moments when she knows why she chooses him, like when he's looking through the Doctor's utterly insane wardrobe with a perplexed look on his face, like he actually might be a bit mad for going along with all this, but he's with her and as long as he is, it's all right; or when the Doctor suggests they go for Chinese for lunch, and Rory nods cluelessly, saying he does like the little dumplings from the place down the street from the hospital, but Amy knows the Doctor will do something extraordinary - and he does. (He literally brings them to China during the Ching Dynasty for lunch with the king.) Or when she's about to drift off to sleep, but she's cold (and a little lazy) for a moment - but only for a moment - because then there's a soft press of lips to her face and a blanket covering her, filling her with warmth.
'I'm marrying you, stupid,' she told him, nudging his side carelessly, aware that it hurts him when she says one thing and does another, and hurt when he doesn't see that she doesn't mean it that way. (She loves him. Rory. Can't he see that?)
Only one more adventure, she said. Just one, please? Time is fluid. They're traveling with a Timelord. They'll always have time.
But they don't.
And it's too late.
(remember him, remember)
(i can't)
Her tears fall onto his cheeks as she clings to the material of his shirt in desperation, begging the Doctor to help him, get him back to the TARDIS, do something!, even when Rory's being daft, muttering about how beautiful she is, how he's sorry.
'Let me go,' she cries. (I don't want this.) 'Let me go.'
But the Doctor pulls her back by the arms, muttering something she isn't hearing, tightening his hold on her even when she's screaming until her throat is sore, struggling against his grip.
I want to go home, she thinks. I want to go home where Rory's a nurse and I'm a kissogram, and we're going to get married and life will be boring, but it doesn't matter because he's alive, he's real.
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Title: sometimes you can't make it on your own
Fandom: Doctor Who
Pairing/Character: Amy Pond/Rory Williams
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 447
AN: From the prompt, Doctor Who, Amy, Amy/Rory, far away, far away, I want to go far away, to a new life on a new shore line
Cross-posted from here.
'I don't want this. I don't think I want this at all.'
It's not the first time Rory dies in that wonderful, horrible dream that sends little warning flags into her system, starting slow then blazing like fireworks.
It's not even when she's scared she might die, sinking into the ground, dirt and sand filling her nose and mouth, until her screams ('Doctor!') are cut off like a switch is flipped. (When it feels like it's just too late.)
It's the stupid, insignificant moments when she knows why she chooses him, like when he's looking through the Doctor's utterly insane wardrobe with a perplexed look on his face, like he actually might be a bit mad for going along with all this, but he's with her and as long as he is, it's all right; or when the Doctor suggests they go for Chinese for lunch, and Rory nods cluelessly, saying he does like the little dumplings from the place down the street from the hospital, but Amy knows the Doctor will do something extraordinary - and he does. (He literally brings them to China during the Ching Dynasty for lunch with the king.) Or when she's about to drift off to sleep, but she's cold (and a little lazy) for a moment - but only for a moment - because then there's a soft press of lips to her face and a blanket covering her, filling her with warmth.
'I'm marrying you, stupid,' she told him, nudging his side carelessly, aware that it hurts him when she says one thing and does another, and hurt when he doesn't see that she doesn't mean it that way. (She loves him. Rory. Can't he see that?)
Only one more adventure, she said. Just one, please? Time is fluid. They're traveling with a Timelord. They'll always have time.
But they don't.
And it's too late.
(remember him, remember)
(i can't)
Her tears fall onto his cheeks as she clings to the material of his shirt in desperation, begging the Doctor to help him, get him back to the TARDIS, do something!, even when Rory's being daft, muttering about how beautiful she is, how he's sorry.
'Let me go,' she cries. (I don't want this.) 'Let me go.'
But the Doctor pulls her back by the arms, muttering something she isn't hearing, tightening his hold on her even when she's screaming until her throat is sore, struggling against his grip.
I want to go home, she thinks. I want to go home where Rory's a nurse and I'm a kissogram, and we're going to get married and life will be boring, but it doesn't matter because he's alive, he's real.
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