Okay, first a quick summary of what happens for those who are nervous and want to spoil themselves, then some other stuff.
After lots of incredibly freaky shit with Angels, Amy and Rory end up getting zapped back in time to 30s New York where they live long and happy lives together, but due to Reasons can never see the Doctor again. It's not explicitly stated but I assume they can still see River.
I am a MESS, guys. I don't know, I have to process, they're together and happy which is all I ever wanted but dammit, I wanted one scene post-angels to actually really see it. I adored Amy's ending narration, though admittedly I could barely hear it over the sound of my heart breaking.
River was wonderful. Completely wonderful.
And due to some set spoilers I pretty much called exactly this ages ago, and wrote incredibly quick fic at the time in order to deal. I shall now post it below, with very little changed, and the original was written in a rush. An actually decent coda to follow later, but rereading this made me feel better.
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Rory lands on the ground with a thump. “Ow,” he says, to no one in particular. Turns out time travel by Weeping Angel is even worse than time travel by vortex manipulator. He rubs his head and gets to his feet. He’s still in New York, which is a start, but in the past. Again. Shit.
*
It’s three days before anything happens. Rory gets shouted a lot, sleeps on park benches, and puts his ill-gotten pickpocketing skills - thanks, Amy and Mels - to use so he doesn’t starve to death. He’s really hoping things will start turning around soon.
He misses Amy desperately.
On the third day he’s walking back along the street where he first arrived when there was a sudden commotion as something landed out of thin air. Someone, that is.
“Amy!” Rory yells, spotting her through the crowd - she would pick the middle of rush hour to appear and attract maximum attention.
Amy sees him and her whole face transforms. She elbows her way through the gathered crowd, completely refusing to answer any of their questions, and flings herself at Rory, nearly bowling them both over.
“Woah,” Rory says, taking a half-step back to steady himself before wrapping his arms around Amy, who’s clinging to him so tightly he almost can’t breathe. He doesn’t care.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” Amy’s saying, mostly into his shoulder as she clutches him fiercely, her hands fisting in his jacket. She thumps his back. “You have to stop dying on me, you promised.” Her voice is hoarse, and she’s shaking.
“What?” He pulls back slightly, looking at her carefully. “What happened?”
Amy’s whole face is raw with emotion. She looks wrecked. “I found the Angel who sent you here, so I could find you.” She hugs him again and Rory strokes her hair until she stills, her breathing calmer.
*
River comes to find them, bringing with her all kinds of supplies - bank accounts, ID, everything they need to start up their new life.
“Your timelines are set now,” she tells them. “I’d take you back if I could.”
“But if you can come here, that’s all we need,” Rory says, squeezing Amy’s hand.
River smiles. “Oh yes, you don’t get rid of me that easily, don’t worry.”
“How’s the Doctor?” Amy asks.
“He misses you, obviously.” River smiles a little, like she knows a secret she’s not letting on.
“You’ll look after him, won’t you?” Amy asks.
“Of course I will. He’ll be fine, and so will you.”
In a rare moment, she hugs them, first Amy, then reaching out to tug Rory in too.
“You’re going to be just fine,” she tells them. “We all will.”
*
And they are. Rory becomes a nurse again, pioneering new standards of compassionate care and transforming New York hospitals. Amy becomes a writer, floating across genres but always telling bold, beautiful stories full of imagination and heart. They start talking about kids again, and start the long process of adoption. There are a lot of lost children in New York.
River is there, for those days and many others to come, arriving unannounced but always knowing just when she’s needed.
And one day, when twenty years have passed, Amy and Rory are out walking in Central Park when they spot a man in a tweed jacket and a bowtie.
“Doctor!” Amy yells, sprinting towards him, Rory right behind her.
The Doctor freezes, then he turns, and when he sees their faces his smile is the smile of whole constellations exploding into life.
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Yeah I'm going to go back to the crying now. The blanketfort has room for everyone - come in, pick up the stuffed animal/comfort drink of choice, let it out.
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