The thing of it was, while Rory didn't have a lot of experience tramping through muddy jungles while being chased by imposing reptiles, he had enough and he didn't have the energy to whinge about it
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Amy knew better than to say that the past week had been easy. If asked, she'd hem and haw her way around giving an honest answer. It wasn't that the people here weren't nice and that the whole dinosaur bit was interesting. The rain had even stopped which made the whole thing a bit easier to stomach.
That didn't make it alright. It just made it livable. For now, until she managed to find a way out of here or make her boys, her proper boys get here safe.
Flipping through some magazine she'd picked up off the shelf, her attention wasn't on who was sitting where. People had a way of being under foot (or bum as the case may be) and she was halfway seated in the seat before noticing someone else was already there.
"Oh, whoops," she laughed, springing fully to her feet once again. Flipping her hair over her shoulder, she shrugged and tried to brush the whole thing off as she turned to face the poor soul. "Suppose this thing was more engaging -- wait, hold on a minute, Rory?"
Alternate dimensions really were engaging, but more than that Rory's mind was whizzing away, firmly in some arena that didn't relate to the Compound, the rec room, the table and the person that was now sitting in his lap. He jumped himself as she pulled away, blinking like a classic deer in the headlights, unsure of what just happened.
And then the red hair, the slim figure, the voice all melted together and he knew it wasn't just a familiar face, it wasn't some kind of mirage or day dream. It was Amy.
"Amy!" he half laughed, half cried, rising to his feet as well. A bit slow but, you know, he hadn't had the kind of workout he'd had that weekend in a while. "It's you! She said you wouldn't be here but I knew that was rubbish."
"Who said that?" A frown tugged on her features, forehead furrowed as her arms stopped their natural impulse to reach out for him to rest on her hips. Amy tried to be open minded about a great many things but when it came to people being doubting of the improbable, she found it hard to think kindly. It wasn't her fault really. She just knew better.
"Of course I'm here, I've been here for a week. When did you get here?" An accusatory finger pointed at him, she wanted to both leap for joy and shout at him. How could he have just shown up and gone to read something rather than look? That was just rude and doubting and not what she wanted from her new husband.
"This odd woman," Rory answered with a dismissive wave of his hand. The only odd woman he cared about just then was Amy.
"You've been here a week?" he sputtered, brows drawing together. "But we were on the TARDIS. We were all together and I've only been here three days. How did-- Is it some kind of delayed effect? Did the Doctor get here first and we just trailed after?" Because the Doctor had to be here. If Amy was here, the Doctor had to be. He'd all but given up the frustration he had once (briefly) felt for them being a pair. Just about now he would have been grateful for it.
"The TARDIS?" Amy repeated, finger still pointing as excitement leaked into her voice. That meant it had worked, properly worked and with the TARDIS had come the Doctor. Late to her wedding was better than never bothering to show up at all.
"And the Doctor was there? And it worked?" The words were starting to rush together now, as a different sort of smile broke across her face. The mention of the Doctor threw her, for while Rob had mentioned him being here she hadn't sat down to find him. Something about the description had felt a bit off, but Rory had been her primary concern. "He's here, I think, but I'm not certain if it's him. I mean, the TARDIS had just sort of popped up right in the middle of the hall and then it and I wound up in a jungle in the pouring rain. Dramatic, but not fun in the least."
Even if Rory felt he didn't deserve the finger still pointed squarely at his chest, he didn't make any move to push it aside. Things were still a bit too confused to even dare try to put her off
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Balling her hands into fists, she waved them about slightly in an effort to contain her excitement that she had been able to call him there. It didn't matter if she had looked like an utter nutter, the point was that it had been a success. It would have been nice to see it though.
"Perfect. Sounds utterly perfect," Amy said relaxing her hands in order to fidget with her watch, running her hand along her wrist until she was twisting her rings around her finger. Looking away, she stopped for a moment too full of manic energy to concentrate. "I mean, I haven't gotten to the part where I went and met him or saw him yet. It's been a rough week," turning back towards him, she took a step forward and smacked his arm. "I was looking for you, you eejit."
She did look a bit of a nutter, but Rory was used to it and having other people think it.
"It was," he agreed with a bit of a silly, sappy smile creeping onto his face. Once upon a time, the Doctor had jumped out of a cake and told him he'd kissed Rory's fiancee, but now having him at Rory's wedding was like the perfect end to the story. Or a chapter in it, anyway.
That look flickered and faded, just for a second, to one of tentative surprise. "You were?" he asked, old habits, old feelings dying hard, but he caught himself faster than he used to and pushed on.
"I mean, fine job of it. I've only been wandering around looking for you or the Doctor or some place without dinosaurs breathing down my neck for three days." It wasn't true grousing, just grousing for appearances, the kind of thing easily ignored by anyone who knew Rory, not because people who knew Rory typically ignored Rory (though some did) but because people who knew Rory knew that most of his grousing carried no real spite
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Behaving like something of a madwoman really wasn't anything new for Amy. It wasn't her fault, really. People just had certain expectations of how she should act that didn't have anything to do with the real live Amy. Fortunately such expectations had a way of fizzling out once she was in the room with them for more than five minutes.
"Course I was. You're my husband, remember?" Another frown came and went across her face, the smile brightening as she took a step closer. It was mad, that's what it was. Mad and brilliant and perfect. "We might have done that, but I didn't do any of those things. It's one of those things that happens, or so everyone I've met here says. Your life goes on, you're still there living it, but at the same time you're here."
Pressing her fingers to her temple, as if the thought had pained her somehow she shook her head before taking another step closer. "Dinosaurs? Heard about them, haven't taken a look. Suppose I should have started there, shouldn't I?"
"Yeah, the place with the most danger. That's where old Rory is." The words were joking but soft, almost distracted by the way she'd said 'my husband.' Even now he could barely believe it, that the day had come (and gone) and he and Amy were married. To have and to hold for however long they took from the universe.
"I guess I'll just have to fill you in," he said, tentatively reaching out to place his hands on Amy's waist. "And make up for lost time and botched plans. Maybe this is the Doctor's daft idea of giving us a honeymoon."
"Yeah, but you're alright now, aren't you? Don't worry Rory, Amy's here to save the day," she teased lifting a hand to brush nonexistent dirt off his shoulders. Tugging on the collar of his shirt for a moment she slid her hands around his neck and nodded.
This might not have been the honeymoon she had been planning for but she wasn't about to waste it. "Maybe. We've got a lot of catching up to do. Wedding night and all of that."
"Yeah," he agreed, a bit breathless at the thought. Not just of the wedding night (though that was a big part of it) but all of it. A life together.
"Especially as I spent my wedding night hiding from dinosaurs and trying to stay dry with two women I'd only just met. Do you, I mean, do we even have a place to stay?"
"I spent mine on a cot next to a man who is likely gay," Amy shrugged and grinned, running her hand absently along the back of his neck. It wasn't that she hadn't missed him. She had, but she hadn't realised how much she had missed him until he was right there in front of her.
"Well, I think we could sort of crash with Rob. If we wanted to. I've sort of been kicking about the Compound since climbing a tree in the rain seemed a bit dodgy. But..." Her grin turned a bit wicked as she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. "I'm certain we could, you know, find a spot if we wanted."
"Rob?" Rory noised with a frown. "Is that the gay bloke?"
Whether the man were gay or not, Rory didn't much like the idea of crashing with anybody else. Then again he didn't like the idea of kicking around the Compound either, which didn't seem to offer much in the way of privacy.
Amy was not necessarily a calming influence. She could be cool and collected, but nothing seemed to settle around her. Except Rory. Having her in his arms, he felt like they could weather anything, even this place with its dinosaurs and questionable physics.
He caught her grin and returned it. "Yeah, we could find a spot. There are huts and things. Maybe a room someone's not using?"
That would take some getting used to. Folk here struck her as being a lot less repressed than those back in Leadworth. She loved that sleepy little hamlet, but with dinos and movie star lookalikes this place had the potential to keep her occupied for a little while.
With Rory here, safe and sound and without any gaping wounds Amy felt herself unwind a little bit. The tension she had been carting around, flowing out of her in little crazy bursts had started to ebb away.
"That sounds promising. Just for a little while until we find some place of our own to wake the neighbors. Now, are you going to kiss me or not?"
There was no way to respond to that but to kiss her. With a smile of embarrassingly great joy on his face, Rory moved his hands to cradle her face, tilting her face up just a shade.
They'd had a few reunion kisses, a few 'oh God we nearly died' kisses, plenty of regularly meaningful kisses and unmeaningful kisses, and one 'I do' kiss. It wasn't as if they were out of practice, but Rory took it slow anyway. None of that desperate need of the night in the museum, even though he was so, so grateful to have her back. This was one of their first kisses as man and wife, and Rory wanted to enjoy them while he could.
Also they were in a very public place and necking like horny teenagers for someone to walk in on was not in his immediate plans.
That didn't make it alright. It just made it livable. For now, until she managed to find a way out of here or make her boys, her proper boys get here safe.
Flipping through some magazine she'd picked up off the shelf, her attention wasn't on who was sitting where. People had a way of being under foot (or bum as the case may be) and she was halfway seated in the seat before noticing someone else was already there.
"Oh, whoops," she laughed, springing fully to her feet once again. Flipping her hair over her shoulder, she shrugged and tried to brush the whole thing off as she turned to face the poor soul. "Suppose this thing was more engaging -- wait, hold on a minute, Rory?"
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And then the red hair, the slim figure, the voice all melted together and he knew it wasn't just a familiar face, it wasn't some kind of mirage or day dream. It was Amy.
"Amy!" he half laughed, half cried, rising to his feet as well. A bit slow but, you know, he hadn't had the kind of workout he'd had that weekend in a while. "It's you! She said you wouldn't be here but I knew that was rubbish."
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"Of course I'm here, I've been here for a week. When did you get here?" An accusatory finger pointed at him, she wanted to both leap for joy and shout at him. How could he have just shown up and gone to read something rather than look? That was just rude and doubting and not what she wanted from her new husband.
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"You've been here a week?" he sputtered, brows drawing together. "But we were on the TARDIS. We were all together and I've only been here three days. How did-- Is it some kind of delayed effect? Did the Doctor get here first and we just trailed after?" Because the Doctor had to be here. If Amy was here, the Doctor had to be. He'd all but given up the frustration he had once (briefly) felt for them being a pair. Just about now he would have been grateful for it.
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"And the Doctor was there? And it worked?" The words were starting to rush together now, as a different sort of smile broke across her face. The mention of the Doctor threw her, for while Rob had mentioned him being here she hadn't sat down to find him. Something about the description had felt a bit off, but Rory had been her primary concern. "He's here, I think, but I'm not certain if it's him. I mean, the TARDIS had just sort of popped up right in the middle of the hall and then it and I wound up in a jungle in the pouring rain. Dramatic, but not fun in the least."
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"Perfect. Sounds utterly perfect," Amy said relaxing her hands in order to fidget with her watch, running her hand along her wrist until she was twisting her rings around her finger. Looking away, she stopped for a moment too full of manic energy to concentrate. "I mean, I haven't gotten to the part where I went and met him or saw him yet. It's been a rough week," turning back towards him, she took a step forward and smacked his arm. "I was looking for you, you eejit."
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"It was," he agreed with a bit of a silly, sappy smile creeping onto his face. Once upon a time, the Doctor had jumped out of a cake and told him he'd kissed Rory's fiancee, but now having him at Rory's wedding was like the perfect end to the story. Or a chapter in it, anyway.
That look flickered and faded, just for a second, to one of tentative surprise. "You were?" he asked, old habits, old feelings dying hard, but he caught himself faster than he used to and pushed on.
"I mean, fine job of it. I've only been wandering around looking for you or the Doctor or some place without dinosaurs breathing down my neck for three days." It wasn't true grousing, just grousing for appearances, the kind of thing easily ignored by anyone who knew Rory, not because people who knew Rory typically ignored Rory (though some did) but because people who knew Rory knew that most of his grousing carried no real spite ( ... )
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"Course I was. You're my husband, remember?" Another frown came and went across her face, the smile brightening as she took a step closer. It was mad, that's what it was. Mad and brilliant and perfect. "We might have done that, but I didn't do any of those things. It's one of those things that happens, or so everyone I've met here says. Your life goes on, you're still there living it, but at the same time you're here."
Pressing her fingers to her temple, as if the thought had pained her somehow she shook her head before taking another step closer. "Dinosaurs? Heard about them, haven't taken a look. Suppose I should have started there, shouldn't I?"
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"I guess I'll just have to fill you in," he said, tentatively reaching out to place his hands on Amy's waist. "And make up for lost time and botched plans. Maybe this is the Doctor's daft idea of giving us a honeymoon."
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This might not have been the honeymoon she had been planning for but she wasn't about to waste it. "Maybe. We've got a lot of catching up to do. Wedding night and all of that."
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"Especially as I spent my wedding night hiding from dinosaurs and trying to stay dry with two women I'd only just met. Do you, I mean, do we even have a place to stay?"
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"Well, I think we could sort of crash with Rob. If we wanted to. I've sort of been kicking about the Compound since climbing a tree in the rain seemed a bit dodgy. But..." Her grin turned a bit wicked as she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. "I'm certain we could, you know, find a spot if we wanted."
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Whether the man were gay or not, Rory didn't much like the idea of crashing with anybody else. Then again he didn't like the idea of kicking around the Compound either, which didn't seem to offer much in the way of privacy.
Amy was not necessarily a calming influence. She could be cool and collected, but nothing seemed to settle around her. Except Rory. Having her in his arms, he felt like they could weather anything, even this place with its dinosaurs and questionable physics.
He caught her grin and returned it. "Yeah, we could find a spot. There are huts and things. Maybe a room someone's not using?"
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That would take some getting used to. Folk here struck her as being a lot less repressed than those back in Leadworth. She loved that sleepy little hamlet, but with dinos and movie star lookalikes this place had the potential to keep her occupied for a little while.
With Rory here, safe and sound and without any gaping wounds Amy felt herself unwind a little bit. The tension she had been carting around, flowing out of her in little crazy bursts had started to ebb away.
"That sounds promising. Just for a little while until we find some place of our own to wake the neighbors. Now, are you going to kiss me or not?"
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They'd had a few reunion kisses, a few 'oh God we nearly died' kisses, plenty of regularly meaningful kisses and unmeaningful kisses, and one 'I do' kiss. It wasn't as if they were out of practice, but Rory took it slow anyway. None of that desperate need of the night in the museum, even though he was so, so grateful to have her back. This was one of their first kisses as man and wife, and Rory wanted to enjoy them while he could.
Also they were in a very public place and necking like horny teenagers for someone to walk in on was not in his immediate plans.
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