Fic: ‘What she wants.’
Title: What she wants.
Fandom: Doctor Who.
Rating: (G)
Time Period: Between A Good Man Goes To War and Let’s Kill Hitler.
Summary: She wants her baby.
Author's Note: This is quick ‘n’ dirty (for definition see the F. A. Q.).
This follows on from The boots you want. I liked those red boots Amelia wore and I wondered whether they were something that she carried with her.
Disclaimer
All characters contained herein are the intellectual property of the BBC & Steven Moffat; I am not affiliated with nor endorsed by them.
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Sitting in the middle of the room, she looks at her hands. At the small red boots in her hands.
“Amy?”
She glances to the door, relaxing when she sees Rory leaning against the door-frame. Red hair falls straight by her cheeks.
His arms are folded and his eyes rest gently on her. “Are you coming for dinner?”
She shakes her head, looking back at the boots. “Not yet.”
He pushes himself away from the door, stepping into the room; he stops short of crouching by her side. “You’ve got to eat.”
“Is that Nurse Rory speaking?”
The joke doesn’t reach her eyes and he kneels, on one knee, beside her. “It’s your husband speaking,” he faintly smiles. His eyes settle on the boots. “The Doctor will find her, Amy, and bring her home.”
She glares at him but he knows it’s not him that look is directed at. “When, Rory? When will he bring her home?” Her eyes plead. “I want my baby. I want her to have red boots.”
He brushes her cheek, the pad of his thumb catching a tear. “She will,” he promises. “Remember, Mels had them and you got to mother her.”
A choked laugh rises and the boots fall into her lap; she falls into her husband’s arms, her forehead on his shoulder. More tears fall. He tightens his arms around her and holds her close.
Fandom: Doctor Who.
Rating: (G)
Time Period: Between A Good Man Goes To War and Let’s Kill Hitler.
Summary: She wants her baby.
Author's Note: This is quick ‘n’ dirty (for definition see the F. A. Q.).
This follows on from The boots you want. I liked those red boots Amelia wore and I wondered whether they were something that she carried with her.
Disclaimer
All characters contained herein are the intellectual property of the BBC & Steven Moffat; I am not affiliated with nor endorsed by them.
_______________________
Sitting in the middle of the room, she looks at her hands. At the small red boots in her hands.
“Amy?”
She glances to the door, relaxing when she sees Rory leaning against the door-frame. Red hair falls straight by her cheeks.
His arms are folded and his eyes rest gently on her. “Are you coming for dinner?”
She shakes her head, looking back at the boots. “Not yet.”
He pushes himself away from the door, stepping into the room; he stops short of crouching by her side. “You’ve got to eat.”
“Is that Nurse Rory speaking?”
The joke doesn’t reach her eyes and he kneels, on one knee, beside her. “It’s your husband speaking,” he faintly smiles. His eyes settle on the boots. “The Doctor will find her, Amy, and bring her home.”
She glares at him but he knows it’s not him that look is directed at. “When, Rory? When will he bring her home?” Her eyes plead. “I want my baby. I want her to have red boots.”
He brushes her cheek, the pad of his thumb catching a tear. “She will,” he promises. “Remember, Mels had them and you got to mother her.”
A choked laugh rises and the boots fall into her lap; she falls into her husband’s arms, her forehead on his shoulder. More tears fall. He tightens his arms around her and holds her close.