Amy and Des / Doctor Who and Alera / Millibar

[fractal_muses]

At the Bar, we have a mildly glowingly happy Amy Pond, kicking her legs idly as she scans the Bar. Her cheeks are a little flushed, and she's sipping at some juice. She's still deciding where she wants to go next--but for now, a break at Milliways and with the single most important person in her life seems perfect

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[skeptictraveler]

Shortly after, a familiar young man enters the bar.

He looks a little flustered (because no matter how many times he might come here, the fact that he is coming here from the bloody TARDIS of all places is enough to scramble his brains a bit) but still: he's far less jittery than he usually is.

When he approaches the bar, he mutters a soft, "Tea, please" before he glances over and - "Amy? Didn't I just see you -"

Back in the TARDIS. With the Doctor. And the whole -

Right.

Don't try to make sense of it. You'll just drive yourself absolutely bonkers.

[ooc: now with journal! I needed the shinies ...]

[fairytale_name]

Amy's still kind of reeling from the shock of that whole psychic pollen thing that just happened, so she smiles at him almost shyly. Realization about loving him or not, she's still a little awkward about expressing it.

"Well, yeah." Amy eyes him a little. "I honestly had no idea where to go next, and we... we needed a break, yeah? After all that."

Because it was actually a little awkward with the Doctor offering to go swim a few laps.

(He's still really hot.)

(But he also isn't Rory. He's not really part of Real Life.)

[ooc: shinies! Many shinies!]

[skeptictraveler]

Rory nods.

Still, he's pretty sure he walked through the Bar's entrance a little before Amy - but. Right. No point in dwelling over logistics.

"It was cold," he says stupidly, gesturing to the space behind him, where the door is - and where ultimately the TARDIS is. "It was cold and it felt so real. And then the whole upper Leadworth thing..."

He lets out an exasperated (laced with a fair shade of awkward) laugh.

"Yeah. A break's good."

[fairytale_name]

Amy starts to answer, trying to get past her awkwardness--after all, she'd thought she'd lost him.

This shouldn't be this hard.

However, she does manage to find something to latch onto, and her eyes narrow slightly.

"You said it only felt real in Leadworth," she half-accuses. "In the dream, you said it only felt real there."

It does exasperate her a little that her boys have this competition thing. Honestly, Rory isn't the Doctor--and the Doctor definitely isn't Rory. They're two utterly different situations. She can have both, right?

...Right?

[skeptictraveler]

"Well, you can't blame me, can you?" he retorts, very little in the way of accusation in his voice. In fact, it's more like helplessness.

He shrugs.

"I mean, everything was exactly as it should have been. Um. Well, except for the ponytail." He shakes his head. He isn't sure what possessed dream!him to sport that kind of look.

(Even if Amy was getting used to it.)

"The point is - that was reality. Or it felt like reality, anyway. Everything in the TARDIS, everything with the Doctor - it just didn't feel real."

Keyword: didn't.

Now, things are a little different.

[fairytale_name]

Amy catches that didn't, all right.

"I guess so." Beat. "Easy enough to believe he's an alien, with the bowtie and all," she will never let him live that one down, "but the TARDIS is a little weird at first."

There's another beat before she adds, "Although, really, the ponytail should've been enough to tell us Leadworth was a dream. I at least have better taste than that."

She'd cut it in his sleep if she had to.

But he said didn't. And if it's changed...

"It feels real now though, yeah?"

Then maybe her life will actually be right again.

[skeptictraveler]

He picks up his tea-cup, holds it up, and gives her a strange look.

"I'm in a bar at the end of the universe, talking to my -" and here, he stumbles over the word because he isn't actually sure it's true anymore "- fiancée over a cup of intergalactic end-of-the-universe tea."

He pauses to take a sip.

(Ah. Intergalactic perfection.)

"Yeah," he says, his voice a touch soft, "it feels real."

[fairytale_name]

Oh, for goodness' sake, Rory, stop stumbling!

Actually, the fact that he stumbled makes her a little uncertain too. After all, she'd thought (after that whole Dreamlord thing) that he understood that she chose him.

Still, she smiles with a great deal more open and genuine cheer than she has in a while. "Of course it's real," she tells him with a light punch to his arm. "And we have it for as long as we want."

She's still kind of afraid of getting married, no matter how much she loves him.

Even so, it is 'we' that have it. Not just her--it's also for Rory. And the Doctor likes him too, so her boys can stop being ridiculous.

[skeptictraveler]

"Yeah," he says in agreement. He even manages to give her a smile in return.

Before the Raggedy Doctor came back into Amy's life, things were so much simpler. And Rory didn't have his doubts clobbering him down every other moment the way they do now.

Not that he can really say - in all honesty - that he regrets his travels with Amy - or the Doctor. To be part of something like that, to live (even if, at the end of the day, he'd prefer the quiet, simple life of Upper Leadworth) is something he'd never trade for the world.

"I suppose that's one good thing about time pausing here. Anyway, it's nice to be able to have a cup of tea without the TARDIS shaking about, or the world ending."

... never mind the universe exploding on a loop outside the Window.