Fic: Tiny Things
Title: Tiny Things
Author: lizzledpink
Rating: PG
Pairing: Amy/Rory
Summary: Rory wasn't Prince Charming. He was more like Prince Bumbling, or Prince Hopeless, or maybe Prince Ordinary, which was in this case far worse than the former two. Amy/Rory, oneshot.
Written for challenge 01 at she_is_to_me.
Rory wasn't Prince Charming.
He was more like Prince Bumbling, or Prince Hopeless, or maybe Prince Ordinary, which was in this case far worse than the former two.
And that was just assuming he was a Prince.
Normally this would not be an issue, of course. Except - as is always the case - there was a girl.
Amelia Pond.
Amy.
She wasn't Sleeping Beauty, but she was sleeping, and Rory was fairly certain she was a beauty.
And as it happened, she was sleeping with her head on his chest, and he was combing her gorgeous too-red hair through with his fingers.
Amelia Pond, the girl with the fairy tale name. Maybe she was a fairy tale. Seemed so to him, at least. Then again, maybe she wasn't, and maybe she was just Amy, and that was okay too.
They were best friends, but maybe a little more than that. He was in love with her, and really, always had been.
That had never changed.
But a couple things had, and he hoped it wasn't just his imagination. Rory had this tiny little flame of hope in his heart that maybe Amy was starting to notice him, finally.
They were tiny things, so small he wasn't sure he'd really seen them. She watched him more. She smiled at him just a little wider. She held his hand sometimes, the way they did when they were small and loved to play games and pretend and just be kids. But a little tighter, and her long, twining fingers seemed to want to hold on and stay when at last they were forced to let go.
Rory really, really hoped it wasn't just his imagination. Sometimes he thought it was, because fairy tales were perfect and had happy endings. And sometimes he thought it was too good to be true. Perhaps.
It's always been a bit sad, he knows, how he tags along after her. A little pitiful. But he's never minded the slight loss of dignity, not for her.
Especially not on a perfect, beautiful night like this.
Rory smiled at the glittering sky.
Fairy tale or not, she was still Amelia/Amy Pond, and he was Rory Williams. Good enough.
They could be happy together. They could have a happy ending.
Right?
Yeah.
Pretty sure.
Maybe.
(Someday.)
Author: lizzledpink
Rating: PG
Pairing: Amy/Rory
Summary: Rory wasn't Prince Charming. He was more like Prince Bumbling, or Prince Hopeless, or maybe Prince Ordinary, which was in this case far worse than the former two. Amy/Rory, oneshot.
Written for challenge 01 at she_is_to_me.
Rory wasn't Prince Charming.
He was more like Prince Bumbling, or Prince Hopeless, or maybe Prince Ordinary, which was in this case far worse than the former two.
And that was just assuming he was a Prince.
Normally this would not be an issue, of course. Except - as is always the case - there was a girl.
Amelia Pond.
Amy.
She wasn't Sleeping Beauty, but she was sleeping, and Rory was fairly certain she was a beauty.
And as it happened, she was sleeping with her head on his chest, and he was combing her gorgeous too-red hair through with his fingers.
Amelia Pond, the girl with the fairy tale name. Maybe she was a fairy tale. Seemed so to him, at least. Then again, maybe she wasn't, and maybe she was just Amy, and that was okay too.
They were best friends, but maybe a little more than that. He was in love with her, and really, always had been.
That had never changed.
But a couple things had, and he hoped it wasn't just his imagination. Rory had this tiny little flame of hope in his heart that maybe Amy was starting to notice him, finally.
They were tiny things, so small he wasn't sure he'd really seen them. She watched him more. She smiled at him just a little wider. She held his hand sometimes, the way they did when they were small and loved to play games and pretend and just be kids. But a little tighter, and her long, twining fingers seemed to want to hold on and stay when at last they were forced to let go.
Rory really, really hoped it wasn't just his imagination. Sometimes he thought it was, because fairy tales were perfect and had happy endings. And sometimes he thought it was too good to be true. Perhaps.
It's always been a bit sad, he knows, how he tags along after her. A little pitiful. But he's never minded the slight loss of dignity, not for her.
Especially not on a perfect, beautiful night like this.
Rory smiled at the glittering sky.
Fairy tale or not, she was still Amelia/Amy Pond, and he was Rory Williams. Good enough.
They could be happy together. They could have a happy ending.
Right?
Yeah.
Pretty sure.
Maybe.
(Someday.)