Prompt: Since we're going for fix-its: A scene at the end of Time of Angels where Amy does not jump the Doctor, but where she still shows him she's unsure about her wedding and the Doctor still invites Rory along to do the whole Venice thing to help them.
Uh, I am not sure if this is what you had in mind, and the shipping is sort of ambiguous. Also it got a lot longer than I expected it to! :P Anyway:
if you find another, 1/2, Amy, Eleven, mentions of Rory, PG
After he grabs her hands and shoves her off his chest and into the TARDIS, the Doctor mumbles something about finding Rory. But they don’t go back for him, not right away. The chill of the forest in the lockbox has followed them inside, and they shiver at opposite arcs of the console. Amy’s eyes feel like they’re made of sand; the Doctor blinks long and slow about twice a minute, as though taking a series of infinitesimally short naps. Amy is determined she won’t be the first to crumble, but her head has become so heavy, and suddenly she finds it lying across her folded arms.
“Come now, Pond,” the Doctor is saying. He is much closer now, his hand next to her elbow. “What’s the point of this? Off to bed with you.”
Amy screws up her eyes and props her chin on the rail. “Don’t have to. You’re not.”
(Annoying A/N: This is short and yet weirdly wordy and probably 99% too literal because I just rewatched that extra scene after Flesh and Stone - soz.)
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He's leaning against the railing, dimly aware of the metal against his back and the almost-usual TARDIS sounds and the almost-usual TARDIS lights and that remnants of some war are tapping at his attention - he doesn’t delve to see which.
He’s also dimly aware of something tugging at his collar, of the starched edge of it cutting into skin and momentarily jolting the flow of blood through one of his carotid arteries and he forces himself to concentrate - he’s old and his head is full and loud and so the thought he focuses on is yes, Amy’s awakeShe lets go of his shirt and spreads her arms; all red hair and skirt and undone bootlaces and... fluffy knit trailing-the-floor coat in shades of green that he dimly remembers buying as/for his second body. “Straighten up, Doctor,” she says. “Get time machine-ing. Found a coat, so we have to go
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fajskfajkfdslsalffjdkalsfadsj YES Thank you so much this is lovely! Ugh so perfect. The way you captured how Eleven sees the universe through Amy's eyes is so beautiful. I love this, thank you so much. :)
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*hugs*
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Uh, I am not sure if this is what you had in mind, and the shipping is sort of ambiguous. Also it got a lot longer than I expected it to! :P Anyway:
if you find another, 1/2, Amy, Eleven, mentions of Rory, PG
After he grabs her hands and shoves her off his chest and into the TARDIS, the Doctor mumbles something about finding Rory. But they don’t go back for him, not right away. The chill of the forest in the lockbox has followed them inside, and they shiver at opposite arcs of the console. Amy’s eyes feel like they’re made of sand; the Doctor blinks long and slow about twice a minute, as though taking a series of infinitesimally short naps. Amy is determined she won’t be the first to crumble, but her head has become so heavy, and suddenly she finds it lying across her folded arms.
“Come now, Pond,” the Doctor is saying. He is much closer now, his hand next to her elbow. “What’s the point of this? Off to bed with you.”
Amy screws up her eyes and props her chin on the rail. “Don’t have to. You’re not.”
The Doctor laughs. “ ( ... )
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(Annoying A/N: This is short and yet weirdly wordy and probably 99% too literal because I just rewatched that extra scene after Flesh and Stone - soz.)
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He's leaning against the railing, dimly aware of the metal against his back and the almost-usual TARDIS sounds and the almost-usual TARDIS lights and that remnants of some war are tapping at his attention - he doesn’t delve to see which.
He’s also dimly aware of something tugging at his collar, of the starched edge of it cutting into skin and momentarily jolting the flow of blood through one of his carotid arteries and he forces himself to concentrate - he’s old and his head is full and loud and so the thought he focuses on is yes, Amy’s awakeShe lets go of his shirt and spreads her arms; all red hair and skirt and undone bootlaces and... fluffy knit trailing-the-floor coat in shades of green that he dimly remembers buying as/for his second body. “Straighten up, Doctor,” she says. “Get time machine-ing. Found a coat, so we have to go ( ... )
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Thank you so much this is lovely! Ugh so perfect. The way you captured how Eleven sees the universe through Amy's eyes is so beautiful.
I love this, thank you so much. :)
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(Also, gorgeous icon is gorgeous.)
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