The Doctor’s Wife v.s. The God Complex
THE ANGSTER GAMES: Round Six
Amelia, look at me. You know this is all just a story, don’t you? You know there’s no such thing as stars.
“Rory! Please!” Amy’s voice called after him but Rory ignored it, throwing his hands up in frustration. “I hate this!”
Her yell trailed after him, but he just kept walking. For the first time ever, Rory Williams was walking away from Amy Williams - well, she’ll be back to being Amy Pond soon enough, he thought viciously - and not looking back. He loved Amy and he always would, but he’d had enough. After everything they’d been through, he had just wanted to move on with their lives but for some reason, Amy just kept holding on to the past. She was stuck in a stasis that Rory just couldn’t seem to break her from and it broke his heart. He didn’t blame her (after everything they’d been through, how could he?) but he just wished that things could have been different.
The only thing that had kept them going for a while were regular visits from River, but those had ended. They hadn’t even seen River in ages, not since the last time she’d been around, gushing about how the Doctor took her to see the singing towers in Darillium and how gorgeous the night had been; he missed her, his daughter, and so did Amy, and he knew the strain it was putting on them both.
A part of him wanted to resent the Doctor for everything, but he knew he couldn’t. After all, the Doctor had been a huge factor in getting him and Amy’s relationship to work. But the Doctor was gone and all they’d been left with now were the tattered remains of a broken relationship and the threat of divorce papers floating around them.
Rory stopped in his tracks, rubbing a hand over his face and sighing. Looking around, he saw pub near him and estimated that he’d walked at least five blocks without noticing. Sighing again, he pinched the bridge of his nose. He missed Amy already. Amy, his Amy, his wonderful, strong Amy - his wife, Amy. He’d calmed down some now, after that fight, and now all he wanted was to hold his wife in his arms. Every relationship had issues, he knew that. They had considerably more complicated ones than other people, of course, but he knew how strong they were. They could work through this. He wasn’t willing to give up yet. She was too precious for him to lose.
Turning to make his way back to their house (their home), Rory noticed a statue near him, one that he would swear wasn’t there before. It was an unusual statue, an angel covering its eyes. It irked him, for a reason he couldn’t name. Rory stared at it. The statue did nothing.
He blinked.
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When Rory didn’t come home that night, Amy cried. He’s left me, she thought. He left me and he didn’t even say goodbye.
Amy/Rory, based on new spoiler pictures, requested by: whooves
Was it Amy?
Are you pregnant?
Oh, Amy will kill you.
I know, leaf blowers - Use a rake!
“Wake up, Amy! I made you breakfast in bed!”
Amy opened her eyes to see Rory standing above her, holding a tray of pancakes, sausage, and eggs. Still half asleep, she mumbled confusedly, “What are you even going on about?”
“I made you breakfast. In bed. Not only that, but I also got you this!” He set the tray on the table next to her before reaching in his pocket and pulling out a small gift-wrapped box. His smile seemed to fade slightly as Amy simply stared at him. “Well… aren’t you going to get up? I mean, you don’t have to or anything, but… Do you not like it? I can leave, if you want.”
Amy blinked slowly before sitting up in bed, before rolling her eyes at him. “Yeah, it’s great. Now sit down with your stupid face,” she said, patting the place next to her.
“And you won’t kill me for siding with the Doctor?” He asked hesitantly.
“And I won’t kill you for siding with him.” Amy confirmed, smiling. “Now gimme this present!”
Amy was going to kill Rory. He had not stopped chuckling to himself the whole time he had been over and refused to tell her why. He had showed up at her door with his books under his arm and a mix CD directly in front of his face. “I brought study music!”
Amy had laughed at him and stepped aside, letting him in. “It had better not be distracting like last time!” She warned. “I need to do well this exam or else Professor Cane will kill me.”
“Yeah, or just fail you in Trig.” Rory teased as he passed by her.
“Oh, shut up, Rory.”
He smiled at her and she was filled with warmth. She was glad that they were friends again. After she had found out that he wasn’t actually gay but in fact fancied her, there had been a distinct awkwardness between them. But it had finally faded now and they were back to their usual level of comfort. She had missed his stupid face. However, that had been an hour (and ten songs) ago and he hadn’t stopped breaking out into giggling fits since.
Amy had had enough. “That’s it! What is so funny?” She glared at him fiercely.
Rory’s face suddenly sobered at her wrath. “Oh, it’s, uh, nothing-” He sputtered and then paused. “Actually…” He trailed off, a smile reappearing on his face.
“Actually what, Rory?”
At that moment, the room went quiet as the song that had been currently playing ended. Suddenly, a familiar beat filled the room. Amy recognized the song and her jaw dropped.
Rory burst out laughing.
“This-?” She couldn’t even finish her sentence. She rolled her eyes and tried again. “This is the reason you’ve been laughing for the past hour? Are you serious? Because you snuck the Macarena in the middle of the playlist?”
He just continued laughing.
He’s an idiot, she thought to herself. A complete idiot. But as she watched him guffawing, she couldn’t prevent a smile from blossoming on her face at his ridiculous antics. She stared at him, feeling a warmth overtake her again, and she was stuck between joining him in laughter and smacking him with a pillow. His mouth was wide open, his eyes squeezed shut and his nose wrinkled adorably. Even when he was laughing like an idiot, he still looked gorgeous. She was suddenly in awe. When had he become to beautiful to her?
She shook her head, as though to stop that train of thought, before grabbing a pillow and throwing it at him. “Oi, Chuckles! It wasn’t that funny!”
Rory’s laughter slowly subsided. “I know, I know, but I’ve just been thinking about it for so long that-” but his explanation was suddenly interrupted when Amy’s lips pressed against his.
Amy pulled back from the kiss, looking shocked at herself. Had she just kissed him? She tried not to think about what had possessed her just then and instead licked her lips, savouring his taste.
“You… you kissed me. You kissed me.” Rory seemed too shocked to say much else.
“Don’t make a big deal of it, Rory. I just felt like it.” Thinking about it again, she smiled to herself before quickly deciding to glare at Rory. “Well, what are you staring at? We have more studying to do!”
Rory nodded, looking down at his books, but Amy noticed that he didn’t stop smiling for the rest of the night.
Amy/Rory, before the Macarena, requested by: easilydistractedreamer;
For DW Secret Santa, organized by: cyruspotnoodle
DW Confidential 5x06 - Death in Venice
Q: Can you think of a favorite scene for the next six episodes and give us a mime of it?
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