[here comes another strange town]
She remembered. She couldn't believe she had forgotten in the first place.
Tears were running lines down her cheeks, threatening to wash away the carefully applied make up in front of all the guests. Amy didn't care. She didn't care that people were staring, passing glances and whispers. Oh Amy, their faces read. Always knew she was an odd one. Only a matter of time before this happened. She could see the sympathy there too. For her parents, for Rory who had gone and married a mad woman.
She straightened her shoulders, her hands clenching and relaxing at her sides. Let them talk. Let them stare and wonder. This had to be said and she wasn't going to let another minute pass without him.
"The Raggedy Doctor. My Raggedy Doctor. He wasn't imaginary. He was real."
"Psychiatrists we sent her to." Her mother's voice sounded oddly soft, strained by the effort to look calm in the face of such a scene.
"I remember you. I remember! I brought the others back, I can bring you home too. Raggedy man, I remember you and you are late for my wedding!" Her hand slammed against the table, her expression growing more determined the louder she spoke. The glasses started tinkling of their own accord, the chandelier swinging. It was as if she had caused such a stir that even the cutlery was trying to get away.
"I found you. I found you in words like you knew I would. That's why you told me the story. The brand new, ancient blue box. Oh clever, very clever."
"Amy what is it?" Rory asked as a wind started to pick up. An impossible wind that had no business being there in the middle of a hall. It tugged at tablecloths and at her hair. Hands flat against the table, she watched the spot in the centre of the dance floor. It was only a matter of time. He was coming just like she knew he would.
"Something old...something new...something borrowed..Something blue." She took a step back, bracing against what she knew was on its way, heralded by the whooshing sound. The louder the sound got, the quieter she spoke. Volume was no longer needed. He had heard her.
She had remembered.
Lights flashing, a large blue police box materialised out of thin air, the wind stopping as soon as the noise did. Hiking her dress up, she stood on her chair, stepping onto the table knocking silverware to the floor. It was real. It had always been real. Two steps across it and a jump, not caring if she twisted her ankles in her heels or got red wine on her dress.
There was only one thing that mattered at that moment. Rory would understand.
Her feet hit the floor, hair in her face as she half-ran towards the box. Stopping in front of it, she rapt her knuckles against the closed door, looking at the windows. He was in there. She knew it. Alive, well, completely mad as he had always been.
"Alright Doctor, did I surprise you this time?" She took a step back, waiting for him to open it an answer. A minute passed with no reply. She knocked again, worried that something had happened. Was he trapped in there? Or was he merely having a go at her? Not very nice of him given that it was her wedding he had just interrupted.
"Hello? Doctor, if you don't get your skinny --" A bird called, screeching wildly in the distance. The noise startled her bringing her back to reality with a crash as she noticed that she wasn't standing on a dance floor anymore. The air was too warm, the ground too muddy. She was outdoors when she most certainly hadn't been the moment before.
Turning around so that her back was to the TARDIS, her mouth fell open as she took in the world around her.
"What is going on?"
It looked like she was going to be very late for her honeymoon. Very late.
[ooc: lo! one ginger in wedding dress in the rain. first gets to explain things to her, everyone else can find her in the Compound still a bit damp but dry. ST/LT, everything accepted]
Tears were running lines down her cheeks, threatening to wash away the carefully applied make up in front of all the guests. Amy didn't care. She didn't care that people were staring, passing glances and whispers. Oh Amy, their faces read. Always knew she was an odd one. Only a matter of time before this happened. She could see the sympathy there too. For her parents, for Rory who had gone and married a mad woman.
She straightened her shoulders, her hands clenching and relaxing at her sides. Let them talk. Let them stare and wonder. This had to be said and she wasn't going to let another minute pass without him.
"The Raggedy Doctor. My Raggedy Doctor. He wasn't imaginary. He was real."
"Psychiatrists we sent her to." Her mother's voice sounded oddly soft, strained by the effort to look calm in the face of such a scene.
"I remember you. I remember! I brought the others back, I can bring you home too. Raggedy man, I remember you and you are late for my wedding!" Her hand slammed against the table, her expression growing more determined the louder she spoke. The glasses started tinkling of their own accord, the chandelier swinging. It was as if she had caused such a stir that even the cutlery was trying to get away.
"I found you. I found you in words like you knew I would. That's why you told me the story. The brand new, ancient blue box. Oh clever, very clever."
"Amy what is it?" Rory asked as a wind started to pick up. An impossible wind that had no business being there in the middle of a hall. It tugged at tablecloths and at her hair. Hands flat against the table, she watched the spot in the centre of the dance floor. It was only a matter of time. He was coming just like she knew he would.
"Something old...something new...something borrowed..Something blue." She took a step back, bracing against what she knew was on its way, heralded by the whooshing sound. The louder the sound got, the quieter she spoke. Volume was no longer needed. He had heard her.
She had remembered.
Lights flashing, a large blue police box materialised out of thin air, the wind stopping as soon as the noise did. Hiking her dress up, she stood on her chair, stepping onto the table knocking silverware to the floor. It was real. It had always been real. Two steps across it and a jump, not caring if she twisted her ankles in her heels or got red wine on her dress.
There was only one thing that mattered at that moment. Rory would understand.
Her feet hit the floor, hair in her face as she half-ran towards the box. Stopping in front of it, she rapt her knuckles against the closed door, looking at the windows. He was in there. She knew it. Alive, well, completely mad as he had always been.
"Alright Doctor, did I surprise you this time?" She took a step back, waiting for him to open it an answer. A minute passed with no reply. She knocked again, worried that something had happened. Was he trapped in there? Or was he merely having a go at her? Not very nice of him given that it was her wedding he had just interrupted.
"Hello? Doctor, if you don't get your skinny --" A bird called, screeching wildly in the distance. The noise startled her bringing her back to reality with a crash as she noticed that she wasn't standing on a dance floor anymore. The air was too warm, the ground too muddy. She was outdoors when she most certainly hadn't been the moment before.
Turning around so that her back was to the TARDIS, her mouth fell open as she took in the world around her.
"What is going on?"
It looked like she was going to be very late for her honeymoon. Very late.
[ooc: lo! one ginger in wedding dress in the rain. first gets to explain things to her, everyone else can find her in the Compound still a bit damp but dry. ST/LT, everything accepted]