First fic: Hidden in Red and Blue
Title: Hidden in Red and Blue
Author: Sylvia/miracleofmercy
Pairing: Amy/Rory
Rating: G
Disclaimer: The Beeb and the Moff owns everything, I just borrow.
Summary: Somewhere green, something red, someone special.
Author's Notes: 980 words. Set between The Eleventh Hour and The Beast Below, inspired by the montage at the end of Cold Blood. Might be the first part of a set of three parts, we'll see how it goes. Written for challenge 1 at she_is_to_me. This is my first proper Who fic (i.e. PLEASE DO NOT SLAY ME), beta-ed by the lovely beingfacetious who urged me to write it. ♥
What makes her so right?
Is it the sound of her laugh?
That look in her eyes
When do you decide?
She is the dream that you seek
That force in your life
“Tell me again, WHY are we doing this?” Amy pulled herself out of the small red car, stretching her long legs to try to get some feeling back into them.
“It’s our two-year anniversary!” Rory said patiently. Nothing was going to spoil the day, after all his plans to make it perfect. The fact that he’d even managed to pull her out here was already a success, so he wasn’t going to give up so easily. Not now. “Come on, it will be fun.”
“Where are we, exactly?” Amy was a little disgruntled, he could understand that, having sat for two hours in the cramped car, driving further up north and passing fewer and fewer houses along the way. “Looks all … green. Very, very … green.” She waved her hands in emphasis as she walked a little further from the car.
“Don’t you remember this place, Amy? The first summer we spent together when we were kids, that time my parents invited you and your aunt for a couple of days out here? C’mon, it’s a very lovely place, look at it. I just wanted this day to be … special.” Rory’s smile was dimming by the moment, disappointed that Amy was not remembering.
She took a deep breath and look around, while Rory busied himself emptying the boot of the car. It was very green, definitely, lots of trees around and a small trampled path leading into more coolly shaded areas with even MORE trees … but Amy’s heart softened at the thought that Rory remembered the first summer they spent together. She had quickly turned away when disappointment had started to etch on his face - which he didn’t often show - and she was stabbed with more than a little guilt at her un-cooperation of the day out. And judging from the amount of things he was unloading out of the car, he had taken a lot of trouble planning this. Sure, they could probably have done something more exciting, like go down to London and have a crazy day doing crazy London-y things, but this was so typical Rory. She turned around and walked to the car.
“Need help?” Amy asked with cheer in her voice, albeit just that little bit forced, but determined to undo the effects of her earlier dampening mood.
“Um, yeah, could you grab that basket please? The rest of our food’s inside.” Rory tried to balance a checkered mat, a large carton of strawberries and a bag containing some utensils in his hands. He looked up at Amy a little pleadingly. “Trust me; you’ll enjoy this, Amy.”
“Food, trees and you. Of course I’ll enjoy it.” Amy kissed his left cheek and looked straight into his eyes. “Thank you for doing this.” She grabbed the basket from the back of the car and closed the boot. “Lead on, good sir.”
They walked down the path, her free hand around his arm, until they reached a small lake, calm and undisturbed with a little patch of reeds growing at one end. Rory chose a spot near a lone wrought-iron bench, and tried spreading the mat evenly on the ground while Amy sat on the bench with the rest of the picnic things, the blue cardboard carton of strawberries balanced on her knees.
“I brought some of those egg sandwiches you like, and some of my mum’s chocolate pudding. And the strawberries. I know how much you love that. Oh, and Mrs. Gill at the shop said they had these new cheesy things so I brought those too so we could try …” Rory rambled as he worked with the mat, a slight breeze picking up the edges and making it difficult. His heart was beating a little faster than usual, not least because of the surprise he was planning. She looked so beautiful, even just sitting there, her hair moving slightly in the wind, knees tucked high, and her arms cradling that blue carton. That very, very blue carton. Oh the trouble he had finding just one so blue. He knew why she loved that colour so much; she’d only mentioned it once ever, that very first time she dressed him up as the raggedy Doctor.
“You know what, you were right, Rory. This is a lovely place.” She turned her head towards the sky, eyes taking in the view, a smile on her lips. Unbeknownst to her, Rory’s heart quickened even more, pounding so loudly in his chest that he thought Amy could hear it.
Abandoning the mat, he sat down next to her, taking the hands enclosed around the blue carton, the words he had long planned in his mind rushing forth. “Amy, I love you very much, you know that right?”
“Of course I do. You never stop saying it.” Amy shifted her eyes down to at him, those bewitchingly brown eyes that always captured his soul, affirming even more why he was doing this. The smile on her lips disappeared; her eyes crinkled ever so slightly at the edges as she looked at him questioningly, like she often did when she looked at her long-ago drawings of a blue box. His face must be more intense than he meant it to be. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong! It’s just that … I love you. I love you, my beautiful Amy Pond. I will do anything in the world for you. I want you to be happy … I want us to be happy, together. I will take care of you, whatever it takes.” He took his hands off hers, trembling slightly as he removed a few of the top layer of strawberries from the carton in her lap, taking out a velvet red box hidden inside, camouflaged by the fruits. He slid down the bench and got down on one knee.
“Amelia Jessica Pond, will you marry me?”
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Author: Sylvia/miracleofmercy
Pairing: Amy/Rory
Rating: G
Disclaimer: The Beeb and the Moff owns everything, I just borrow.
Summary: Somewhere green, something red, someone special.
Author's Notes: 980 words. Set between The Eleventh Hour and The Beast Below, inspired by the montage at the end of Cold Blood. Might be the first part of a set of three parts, we'll see how it goes. Written for challenge 1 at she_is_to_me. This is my first proper Who fic (i.e. PLEASE DO NOT SLAY ME), beta-ed by the lovely beingfacetious who urged me to write it. ♥
What makes her so right?
Is it the sound of her laugh?
That look in her eyes
When do you decide?
She is the dream that you seek
That force in your life
“Tell me again, WHY are we doing this?” Amy pulled herself out of the small red car, stretching her long legs to try to get some feeling back into them.
“It’s our two-year anniversary!” Rory said patiently. Nothing was going to spoil the day, after all his plans to make it perfect. The fact that he’d even managed to pull her out here was already a success, so he wasn’t going to give up so easily. Not now. “Come on, it will be fun.”
“Where are we, exactly?” Amy was a little disgruntled, he could understand that, having sat for two hours in the cramped car, driving further up north and passing fewer and fewer houses along the way. “Looks all … green. Very, very … green.” She waved her hands in emphasis as she walked a little further from the car.
“Don’t you remember this place, Amy? The first summer we spent together when we were kids, that time my parents invited you and your aunt for a couple of days out here? C’mon, it’s a very lovely place, look at it. I just wanted this day to be … special.” Rory’s smile was dimming by the moment, disappointed that Amy was not remembering.
She took a deep breath and look around, while Rory busied himself emptying the boot of the car. It was very green, definitely, lots of trees around and a small trampled path leading into more coolly shaded areas with even MORE trees … but Amy’s heart softened at the thought that Rory remembered the first summer they spent together. She had quickly turned away when disappointment had started to etch on his face - which he didn’t often show - and she was stabbed with more than a little guilt at her un-cooperation of the day out. And judging from the amount of things he was unloading out of the car, he had taken a lot of trouble planning this. Sure, they could probably have done something more exciting, like go down to London and have a crazy day doing crazy London-y things, but this was so typical Rory. She turned around and walked to the car.
“Need help?” Amy asked with cheer in her voice, albeit just that little bit forced, but determined to undo the effects of her earlier dampening mood.
“Um, yeah, could you grab that basket please? The rest of our food’s inside.” Rory tried to balance a checkered mat, a large carton of strawberries and a bag containing some utensils in his hands. He looked up at Amy a little pleadingly. “Trust me; you’ll enjoy this, Amy.”
“Food, trees and you. Of course I’ll enjoy it.” Amy kissed his left cheek and looked straight into his eyes. “Thank you for doing this.” She grabbed the basket from the back of the car and closed the boot. “Lead on, good sir.”
They walked down the path, her free hand around his arm, until they reached a small lake, calm and undisturbed with a little patch of reeds growing at one end. Rory chose a spot near a lone wrought-iron bench, and tried spreading the mat evenly on the ground while Amy sat on the bench with the rest of the picnic things, the blue cardboard carton of strawberries balanced on her knees.
“I brought some of those egg sandwiches you like, and some of my mum’s chocolate pudding. And the strawberries. I know how much you love that. Oh, and Mrs. Gill at the shop said they had these new cheesy things so I brought those too so we could try …” Rory rambled as he worked with the mat, a slight breeze picking up the edges and making it difficult. His heart was beating a little faster than usual, not least because of the surprise he was planning. She looked so beautiful, even just sitting there, her hair moving slightly in the wind, knees tucked high, and her arms cradling that blue carton. That very, very blue carton. Oh the trouble he had finding just one so blue. He knew why she loved that colour so much; she’d only mentioned it once ever, that very first time she dressed him up as the raggedy Doctor.
“You know what, you were right, Rory. This is a lovely place.” She turned her head towards the sky, eyes taking in the view, a smile on her lips. Unbeknownst to her, Rory’s heart quickened even more, pounding so loudly in his chest that he thought Amy could hear it.
Abandoning the mat, he sat down next to her, taking the hands enclosed around the blue carton, the words he had long planned in his mind rushing forth. “Amy, I love you very much, you know that right?”
“Of course I do. You never stop saying it.” Amy shifted her eyes down to at him, those bewitchingly brown eyes that always captured his soul, affirming even more why he was doing this. The smile on her lips disappeared; her eyes crinkled ever so slightly at the edges as she looked at him questioningly, like she often did when she looked at her long-ago drawings of a blue box. His face must be more intense than he meant it to be. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong! It’s just that … I love you. I love you, my beautiful Amy Pond. I will do anything in the world for you. I want you to be happy … I want us to be happy, together. I will take care of you, whatever it takes.” He took his hands off hers, trembling slightly as he removed a few of the top layer of strawberries from the carton in her lap, taking out a velvet red box hidden inside, camouflaged by the fruits. He slid down the bench and got down on one knee.
“Amelia Jessica Pond, will you marry me?”
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