Doctor Who: Thoughtless
Title: Thoughtless
Author: arliddian
Rating: PG
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters/Pairing: Amy/Rory
Summary: While the Doctor's fetching Rory, Amy has a bit of time to do something she hasn't done a lot of: think.
Word Count: 475
Author's Note: Prompt - Mindless. Set in Vampires of Venice, while the Doctor's at Rory's stag night.
Disclaimer: Don't own it; don't sue me.
Amy sits in the console room of the TARDIS, absentmindedly swinging her legs and looking around. With the Doctor gone to fetch Rory, there isn't much for her to do apart from one of her least favourite things: think.
She thinks about twenty minutes ago, when she was kissing the Doctor and trying to tug off his suspenders. The rejection still stings a little, but Amy is nothing if not resilient in the face of disappointment.
She knows that kissing him was mindless, thoughtless, the sudden need to do something mad and impulsive and life-affirming after coming so close to death. And here was the Doctor, her Raggedy Doctor, the fantasy world finally come true after all that time, all that waiting and imagining and hoping. So she hadn't been thinking about consequences, or Rory, or the fact that she was supposed to be getting married in the morning. She hadn't been thinking at all.
And maybe that's why she's nervous now, picking at her nail polish as she waits for the boys to arrive. Because she hadn't been thinking about Rory. And now the Doctor has gone to bring him into the TARDIS, bring her real life into her crazy not-just-a-fantasy life, and she doesn't want to have to face reality just yet. She doesn't want to answer Rory's inevitable questions about why she ran off with another man the night before their wedding. She doesn't want to have to face his kicked-puppy-dog expression and feel guilty about the wonderful things she and the Doctor have seen and done.
What she wants, she realises, is to keep travelling and having mad, dangerous fun. She's spent her whole life looking up at the stars and living in a fantasy world - now that it's real and within her grasp, she's not ready for it to be over. How can she give all of that up and come back to Leadworth?
She can imagine Rory looking at her and asking, And what about me? And there's that guilt again, gnawing at her stomach. Anxiously, she touches her ring finger, where her engagement ring should be.
The door bursts open just at that moment, and the Doctor bounds in with a flourish.
"Right! Here we are! The TARDIS!" he exclaims, spreading his arms, a big smile on his face.
Rory walks in slowly behind him, but he's not looking around at the bewildering room. No, his eyes go straight to Amy.
"Hi," she says with a weak smile and a little wave.
He doesn't say anything. With a pang, she notices his jersey - that picture of them, the silly, childish heart. That jersey and the look he's giving her, that kicked-puppy-dog expression she had feared: it's like crashing back to earth or waking up from a dream. And she wishes now that she hadn't been so thoughtless.
Fin
Author: arliddian
Rating: PG
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters/Pairing: Amy/Rory
Summary: While the Doctor's fetching Rory, Amy has a bit of time to do something she hasn't done a lot of: think.
Word Count: 475
Author's Note: Prompt - Mindless. Set in Vampires of Venice, while the Doctor's at Rory's stag night.
Disclaimer: Don't own it; don't sue me.
Amy sits in the console room of the TARDIS, absentmindedly swinging her legs and looking around. With the Doctor gone to fetch Rory, there isn't much for her to do apart from one of her least favourite things: think.
She thinks about twenty minutes ago, when she was kissing the Doctor and trying to tug off his suspenders. The rejection still stings a little, but Amy is nothing if not resilient in the face of disappointment.
She knows that kissing him was mindless, thoughtless, the sudden need to do something mad and impulsive and life-affirming after coming so close to death. And here was the Doctor, her Raggedy Doctor, the fantasy world finally come true after all that time, all that waiting and imagining and hoping. So she hadn't been thinking about consequences, or Rory, or the fact that she was supposed to be getting married in the morning. She hadn't been thinking at all.
And maybe that's why she's nervous now, picking at her nail polish as she waits for the boys to arrive. Because she hadn't been thinking about Rory. And now the Doctor has gone to bring him into the TARDIS, bring her real life into her crazy not-just-a-fantasy life, and she doesn't want to have to face reality just yet. She doesn't want to answer Rory's inevitable questions about why she ran off with another man the night before their wedding. She doesn't want to have to face his kicked-puppy-dog expression and feel guilty about the wonderful things she and the Doctor have seen and done.
What she wants, she realises, is to keep travelling and having mad, dangerous fun. She's spent her whole life looking up at the stars and living in a fantasy world - now that it's real and within her grasp, she's not ready for it to be over. How can she give all of that up and come back to Leadworth?
She can imagine Rory looking at her and asking, And what about me? And there's that guilt again, gnawing at her stomach. Anxiously, she touches her ring finger, where her engagement ring should be.
The door bursts open just at that moment, and the Doctor bounds in with a flourish.
"Right! Here we are! The TARDIS!" he exclaims, spreading his arms, a big smile on his face.
Rory walks in slowly behind him, but he's not looking around at the bewildering room. No, his eyes go straight to Amy.
"Hi," she says with a weak smile and a little wave.
He doesn't say anything. With a pang, she notices his jersey - that picture of them, the silly, childish heart. That jersey and the look he's giving her, that kicked-puppy-dog expression she had feared: it's like crashing back to earth or waking up from a dream. And she wishes now that she hadn't been so thoughtless.
Fin