Doctor Who: Reflections
Title: Reflections
Author: arliddian
Rating: PG
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters/Pairing: Amy/Rory
Summary: Amy gets a little philosophical. Set between seasons 5 and 6.
Word Count: 420
Author's Note: Prompt - Mirror. I'm getting excited for the start of the rest of season 6, so I wrote some Amy/Rory fic to tide me over until then. Hope you enjoy it!
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: Don't own it; don't sue me.
Shortly after the Doctor drops them off in Leadworth, Rory takes her on a spontaneous surprise day-trip that she knows he must have been planning for a week.
"We're going on a date," he had announced in the morning, munching on a piece of toast as he leaned in the doorway of their bedroom. "Something fun, and nice, and not life-threatening."
"No running?" she had asked as she got out of bed.
"No running," he had confirmed with a decided nod.
They arrive at a fair, the comforting scent of fried food and sugar wafting throught the mild air. The weather is perfect, and they wander about happily, both of them feeling like teenagers again. He wins her a small teddy bear at the coconut shy and she drags him over to the carousel. They have hot dogs for lunch and hold hands on every thrill ride, fingers sticky with candyfloss. They ride the clunky ferris wheel and kiss when they get stuck at the top.
The last thing they do is visit the mirror maze. They stand in a corner together and wave at their reflections like idiots, watching as a dozen other versions of themselves wave back.
As she watches herself, she thinks their lives are a little like this: standing between two mirrors, copies of themselves echoing back as far as they can see. They've both experienced multiple lives that never really existed. They both have hundreds of parallel memories locked away behind doors in their heads with labels like 'Parents', 'No Parents,' 'Roman', 'No Rory'.
And just like in this hall of mirrors, the reflections are distorted. She can hardly believe that in one of her lives, Rory never existed. Those memories feel wrong, grotesque, a protest against the very solid truth of him that no power in the universe could shut out. It seems ridiculous to her that a world could exist without Rory, that she could be without Rory, and yet for a time, that world did exist.
"What are you thinking about?" Rory asks her, squeezing her hand.
She shakes her head and watches the other Amies echo her gesture. "I was just thinking," she says, "that we look ridiculous."
He turns her to face him and looks her up and down.
"I think you look beautiful," he tells her, leaning in.
And as he kisses her, she knows that those other lives don't matter. They're nothing but poor reflections of this life, where he is warm and solid and real before her.
Fin
Author: arliddian
Rating: PG
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters/Pairing: Amy/Rory
Summary: Amy gets a little philosophical. Set between seasons 5 and 6.
Word Count: 420
Author's Note: Prompt - Mirror. I'm getting excited for the start of the rest of season 6, so I wrote some Amy/Rory fic to tide me over until then. Hope you enjoy it!
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: Don't own it; don't sue me.
Shortly after the Doctor drops them off in Leadworth, Rory takes her on a spontaneous surprise day-trip that she knows he must have been planning for a week.
"We're going on a date," he had announced in the morning, munching on a piece of toast as he leaned in the doorway of their bedroom. "Something fun, and nice, and not life-threatening."
"No running?" she had asked as she got out of bed.
"No running," he had confirmed with a decided nod.
They arrive at a fair, the comforting scent of fried food and sugar wafting throught the mild air. The weather is perfect, and they wander about happily, both of them feeling like teenagers again. He wins her a small teddy bear at the coconut shy and she drags him over to the carousel. They have hot dogs for lunch and hold hands on every thrill ride, fingers sticky with candyfloss. They ride the clunky ferris wheel and kiss when they get stuck at the top.
The last thing they do is visit the mirror maze. They stand in a corner together and wave at their reflections like idiots, watching as a dozen other versions of themselves wave back.
As she watches herself, she thinks their lives are a little like this: standing between two mirrors, copies of themselves echoing back as far as they can see. They've both experienced multiple lives that never really existed. They both have hundreds of parallel memories locked away behind doors in their heads with labels like 'Parents', 'No Parents,' 'Roman', 'No Rory'.
And just like in this hall of mirrors, the reflections are distorted. She can hardly believe that in one of her lives, Rory never existed. Those memories feel wrong, grotesque, a protest against the very solid truth of him that no power in the universe could shut out. It seems ridiculous to her that a world could exist without Rory, that she could be without Rory, and yet for a time, that world did exist.
"What are you thinking about?" Rory asks her, squeezing her hand.
She shakes her head and watches the other Amies echo her gesture. "I was just thinking," she says, "that we look ridiculous."
He turns her to face him and looks her up and down.
"I think you look beautiful," he tells her, leaning in.
And as he kisses her, she knows that those other lives don't matter. They're nothing but poor reflections of this life, where he is warm and solid and real before her.
Fin