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"Sorry. Something's come up. This will have to be goodbye."
Rory didn't even blink, didn't even glance at Amy to know that she was thinking exactly what he was. He could see the curl of her hair bobbing as they nodded. Yeaaaah. All of time and space, saved in a matter of minutes, in a stroke of genius just like that, him and Amy integral parts of it. All that wonder, all that amazing, ridiculous, vast beauty of it all, all they had seen and all they had done... and the Doctor wanted to leave them in Leadworth to start things off again just as they had left off.
Why start now?
"Yeah, I think it's goodbye. Do you think it's goodbye?" Amy's voice forced itself up a little, making a question out of what was obvious a statement. Rory knew better than to argue with Amy, his girlfriend, his wife. And that was even true when he didn't agree with her.
"Definitely goodbye."
Amy turned then and headed down the steps, leaving Rory standing there staring at the Doctor. She headed towards the door, opened it, and that's when Rory's gaze broke its fix, glancing with a split second's worry towards his wife.
They weren't really saying goodbye, right?
She opened the portal and stood in the doorway, but surely stopped and stood, didn't take a single step back onto Earth soil. Reassured, Rory looked back to the Doctor again, nodding his head minutely as though he hadn't doubted for a second the choice they were making. The choice that they were forcing on him for once.
"Goodbye!" Amy called out into the quiet night. The sounds of their parents, their family and friends partying the evening away were muffled by the thick walls of the reception hall just as her parting shout was muffled to them. They would never know. They would never have to know. Run away for one night and live a lifetime.
Amy ran back to him with a grin he matched before eagerly grabbing a firm hold of the TARDIS console. Adventure or not, it was a bumpy ride getting there. The Doctor finished his telephone conversation with a flourish and threw a switch to send the whole thing shaking. The engines wheezed and the lights flashed and Rory shut his eyes for just a second so as not to be blinded by it all.
And that's when the TARDIS suddenly lurched and sent him flying.
He landed on his face and a bit on his elbow, expression of wonder and glee completely crumpled. In the pain and indignity of it all, Rory almost didn't notice that he was tasting dirt instead of metal.
"What the...?" he muttered against the damp earth. No, no, not damp earth. Definitely mud. Mud that was all the way up into his mouth and getting into his gums.
Flailing a bit, Rory sat up sharply and spit like a mad camel. He could still taste grit in his mouth, but now the seat of his trousers was wet from that mud mentioned a second ago and rain was pouring right down the back of his collar.
"Oh my God!" he shouted, frantically getting to his feet. "Doctor?" he called. "What's-- Where-- This isn't a honeymoon! ...Or the Orient Express! ...In space!"
Rory didn't even blink, didn't even glance at Amy to know that she was thinking exactly what he was. He could see the curl of her hair bobbing as they nodded. Yeaaaah. All of time and space, saved in a matter of minutes, in a stroke of genius just like that, him and Amy integral parts of it. All that wonder, all that amazing, ridiculous, vast beauty of it all, all they had seen and all they had done... and the Doctor wanted to leave them in Leadworth to start things off again just as they had left off.
Why start now?
"Yeah, I think it's goodbye. Do you think it's goodbye?" Amy's voice forced itself up a little, making a question out of what was obvious a statement. Rory knew better than to argue with Amy, his girlfriend, his wife. And that was even true when he didn't agree with her.
"Definitely goodbye."
Amy turned then and headed down the steps, leaving Rory standing there staring at the Doctor. She headed towards the door, opened it, and that's when Rory's gaze broke its fix, glancing with a split second's worry towards his wife.
They weren't really saying goodbye, right?
She opened the portal and stood in the doorway, but surely stopped and stood, didn't take a single step back onto Earth soil. Reassured, Rory looked back to the Doctor again, nodding his head minutely as though he hadn't doubted for a second the choice they were making. The choice that they were forcing on him for once.
"Goodbye!" Amy called out into the quiet night. The sounds of their parents, their family and friends partying the evening away were muffled by the thick walls of the reception hall just as her parting shout was muffled to them. They would never know. They would never have to know. Run away for one night and live a lifetime.
Amy ran back to him with a grin he matched before eagerly grabbing a firm hold of the TARDIS console. Adventure or not, it was a bumpy ride getting there. The Doctor finished his telephone conversation with a flourish and threw a switch to send the whole thing shaking. The engines wheezed and the lights flashed and Rory shut his eyes for just a second so as not to be blinded by it all.
And that's when the TARDIS suddenly lurched and sent him flying.
He landed on his face and a bit on his elbow, expression of wonder and glee completely crumpled. In the pain and indignity of it all, Rory almost didn't notice that he was tasting dirt instead of metal.
"What the...?" he muttered against the damp earth. No, no, not damp earth. Definitely mud. Mud that was all the way up into his mouth and getting into his gums.
Flailing a bit, Rory sat up sharply and spit like a mad camel. He could still taste grit in his mouth, but now the seat of his trousers was wet from that mud mentioned a second ago and rain was pouring right down the back of his collar.
"Oh my God!" he shouted, frantically getting to his feet. "Doctor?" he called. "What's-- Where-- This isn't a honeymoon! ...Or the Orient Express! ...In space!"