Could He Exist Here?




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I’ll Be Waiting For You, Chapter 2 

Gardens and Lawn Chairs

Later that evening, Rory tagged slowly along behind his mother as she marched primly up to the front doorstep of the newly arrived neighbors, cake and overly-happy greetings all prepared. She had forced him out his ruined shirt just minutes earlier when the cherry stains were at last spotted, and after jerking a comb through his hair and rubbing his face down with a towel, she shook her head in exasperation and quickly ushered him out of the house. The sky was beginning to grow dimmer as evening drew near, and the moving vans and the burly men who drove them had all disappeared. All that was left now was the random stickers and packaging tape that was strewn all over the driveway and front yard. The house also seemed calmer, since the state of frenzy it had been in had slowed down, and as his mother pressed the doorbell and stood back to wait, Rory found himself nervously fighting a desire to run back to the safety of his own house.

There was a shout that came from inside: “Ameliaaaaa! Can you please go get the door!” And then the sound of things tumbling over the floor, somebody apologizing, and a series of rushed footsteps toward the door. Mrs. Williams barely had a chance to turn around and raise an eyebrow at her son when the door clicked open and the little red-headed girl stood there in the doorway, blinking up at them with her eyes wide and clear. “Hello,” she said, “can I help you?”

Mrs. Williams gave the little girl a huge smile. “Well hello there!” she said, bending over, “we’re your neighbors! I’m Mrs. Williams and this is Rory.” She attempted to push Rory out from where he was hiding behind her skirt. “And who might you be?”

"Amelia Pond," the girl replied matter-of-factly. She looked away from the beaming woman, who was obviously patronizing her, to the little boy peeping out at her from behind his mother. He had a head of long and messy mousy-colored hair, and from all she could see of his half-hidden face, his eyes were huge and not unlike those of a nervous mouse’s, too. "I’ll get my mum. Muuuuuuum!" she hollered, "people here to see you!"

"Shush, Amelia, stop yelling," said another woman, appearing from the hallway and opening the door wider. She turned to smile at Mrs. Williams. "Hello. Sorry about that, Amelia just loves the sound of her own voice. Please, come inside." She stepped aside to let them in, and quietly Rory followed his mother in, surreptitiously trying to remain unnoticed. The woman holding the door had a head of dark hair, severely tied back in a knot, but a genuine and kind smile. "I’m her Aunt Sharon. You must be our neighbors!"

Mrs. Williams laughed cheerily. “Yes, we live a few houses down the street. We just came over to bring you a little gift –”she produced the cake – “as well as to welcome you to Leadsworth! We don’t get many new neighbors all the time, and it’s always a merry event. Here’s a fair warning – be prepared to have a lot more visitors.”

"Oh, is that so?" laughed Aunt Sharon, and as the women began merrily exchanging banter, another woman, tall and ginger-haired, walked out, accompanied by a portly man. Rory began tuning out the conversation automatically in disinterest, for it was quickly becoming nothing but typical grown-up talk, and only barely heard the new couple introduce themselves as Amelia’s parents. "Call me Augustus!" The stout man was saying with a booming laugh.

Rory turned around to take in the house. It was strangely laid out, with a staircase only a few steps away leading up to another narrow floor, and dark blue walls everywhere bordered with yellow crown molding. There were also boxes of things and furniture lying around everywhere. “…Sorry about the mess,” Aunt Sharon was saying, “but do come in and stay for some tea with us. Amelia, why don’t you show Rory around?” The adults began to drift off down a hallway towards the kitchen, still busy talking, and before Rory fully understood what was going on, he found himself left alone in the corridor with the red-haired girl. She was pursing her lips at him, an unimpressed look on her face. “Well, come on then,” she said, “I suppose I’m supposed to show you around. Want to see our garden?” Without waiting for a reply, she spun around and dashed off towards the back, and Rory quickly hurried after her.

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And the Rory/Amy fic begins! 

I’ve done two chapters already! ohmigosh. Hope it’s good. :)

I’ll Be Waiting For You

Chapter 1: A Flash of Orange

Prologue - (A.D. 102)

Will she be safer if I stay?” Rory was walking over to the Doctor now, his voice rising with his agitation. His face was right in front of the Time Lord’s, wide-eyed and serious. “Look me in the eye and tell me she wouldn’t be safer.”

The Doctor sighed as he shook his head, wanting to stop Rory from being…so human. For crying out loud, sometimes they were just so wonderful and yet impossibly difficult at the same time to deal with. “Rory…”

"ANSWER ME!" Rory shouted, strangely daunting in his Roman garb. There was an intense desperation in his eyes; no doubt left over still from the guilt of what he had done.

The Doctor closed his eyes.”Yes. Obviously.”

Then how could I leave her?” Rory turned back to gaze at the box that held Amy, his Amy, barely alive. “This box needs a guard. I killed the last one. And she’ll be all alone.”

He’d made up his mind. He wasn’t going to leave with the Doctor; he wasn’t going to take a shortcut and jump to the future while Amy sat alone in a prison for centuries on end. It was all his fault, after all. There was just no way.

The Doctor was sighing and shaking his head again; no doubt at what he viewed as a terribly impossible plan. As he turned up the Time Manipulator, he began talking fast once more, trying to squeeze in as much information as he possibly could in a short amount of time. “Listen to me. This is the last piece of advice you’re going to get in a very long time. You can’t heal or repair yourself. Any damage is permanent…I have no idea how long you’ll last.”

Rory put on his helmet as he tried to listen, but as always, some of the Doctor’s rambles got lost on him. And all too soon, the Doctor was gone with a strange sizzle and a flash of blue, bowtie and tweed jacket all gone. As Rory turned to look around the ashen tomb he was standing in, realization of what he had just chosen to do hit him full force. The blank and grey faces of all the petrified aliens around him gazed back at him coldly; the dusty cobwebs dangled above his head without any sign of life. Even the head of the Cyberman he had killed seemed to peer at him with hollow eyes, and feeling uncomfortable, he kicked it over to the side. Now he was standing in the middle of nothing but a black, dim, silent world, and he would be waiting forever with just this cold metal box. A tiny shiver began to creep up his spine.

But no, he wasn’t alone, that was right – because right behind these dark and impenetrable walls sat Amy. Amy Pond, with her beautiful locks of fiery red hair, her smile and her zealous energy, and she was worth protecting. Yes, she was worth doing anything for. He would never forget that.

"Plus, it’s my fault you’re here in the first place, isn’t it?" Rory said with a half-hearted chuckle to the chilly emptiness. He drew his sword and sat down, feeling the icy cold from the Pandorica immediately seep through his cloak. "I can’t forgive myself for shooting you, and I don’t expect you to, either. So now I’m going to do anything I can to make it up to you. I will protect you. I’ll always protect you. I promise."

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Thank you, Capt. Williams.

Thank you, Capt. Williams.

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Doctor Who Confidential finale. T___T 

WHY DID THE ENDING MAKE ME FEEL SO SAD

SO MANY FEELINGS AGAIN

ARTHUR DARVILL EVEN SANG AND KAREN TOO

AND THEN THAT RECAP OF THE WHOLE SEASON T___T



OH MY GOD I just realized that the Doctor never does say goodbye to Rory really in this episode, either. 

I watched him ditch Rory in God Complex and was really sad, but I hung on because I had hopes that he would say something to them one last time in the finale and make it all good ;~;

BUT HE DIDN’T

HE DIDN’T

I AM SO. I AM SO DISAPPOINT. I AM SO UPSET NOW. WHYYYYY DOCTORRR

I mean I forgot about it all with the excitement of the finale but now I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER YOU AND WHYYYYY COULDN’T YOU HAVE TOLD HIM GOODBYE PROPERLY TOO Q_Q HE WILL LIVE THE REST OF HIS LIFE THINKING YOU SAID BYE TO AMY ON THE CAR BUT LEFT JUST WHEN HE WAS COMING OUT TO GIVE YOU A DRINK

POOR RORY



I just realized…the Ponds make damn good lovers. 

I mean just look at Rory. It all starts with Rory. He is some hardcore boyfriend, he is. Amy, you are so damn lucky.

"Can’t do that, mam. Might forget what’s coming."

"But it could activate any second."

"It has activated, mam. (she can see his hands shaking) But I’m no use to you if I can’t remember. …You have to go now, mam. Now.”

(he closes his eyes as she turns away)

I WAS JUST LIKE WHY ARENT YOU MINE OH PLEASE BE MINE RORY Q_Q

So yeah, River totally gets that part from her dad.

She stops time just to save the Doctor because she loves him, because if she touches him, he’ll die.

"I can’t let you die without knowing you are loved."

Ffffff Doktah you made some great hardcore romantic companions this time~~ I’m in love~~~ *A*