fic: once more for the ages [dw]
once more for the ages
She kisses him, hard and breathless and staking her claim.
Doctor Who (Rory/Amy), PG, 1,183 words.
notes: repost. Written for the bowties are cool ficathon. in response to a prompt "Amy/Rory, come with me, go places"
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Rory would follow Amy to the ends of the Earth and back if she asked. And as it turns out, he pretty much does.
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He spends most of his weekends as a child dressed up as a doctor. "No, not a doctor, the Doctor!" Amy corrects exasperatedly, throwing her hands up in the air before she moves closer to adjust his tie. She smiles at him and ruffles his hair, making it stick up in all sorts of ridiculous ways and even though he knows that this is silly and that he doesn't understand, he does it anyway. Because Amy is like this great big mystery to him and he wants, in that very childish way, to understand her.
"See, he promised to take me away you see. Go places. See things. Adventures!"
This is when Rory learns that 'adventurous' is probably the best way to describe Amelia Pond.
-
When they were sixteen, Jeff has a fancy dress party. Amy turns up in yellow and black striped jumper, legs stretching beyond a mile and a pair of homemade wings slung across her back, despite the ridiculous outfit, Rory finds he can't keep his eyes off her. This is, of course, usually the case, but something about her here, hair thrown back, jumper and legs all out there and he feels ridiculous. He's not quite sure why he chose this outfit really, it's not like he hasn't spent plenty of time in it across the years - the pinstripe trousers, the blue shirt. Nevertheless, when Amy catches sight of him, he can see her breath hitch, her movements frozen as she takes a sip of her Smirnoff Ice.
Later is when they have their first kiss. An old Christina Aguilera song somewhere over the stereo, in a ill-light corner of Jeff's mum's house, Rory's hands nervous on the backs of her thigh, Amy crawling on top of him and pulling on his tie.
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The next summer, his hand slipped tentatively into hers, Amy starts talking about traveling. "Anywhere! Everywhere! I just, I want to get out Rory. I mean, you have a plan, a good plan and I...don't want anything, nothing except getting away from here. I need to see things! Different things! I want to see the Taj Mahal and the Golden Gate Bridge and oh, I don't know, the Serengeti. I'm sick of the Post Office and the duck-pond and my Aunt and school--"
"And me?"
Amy laughs and then bumps into his side, "No, not you. Never you Rory."
"Really?" His voice shakes slightly and he feels ridiculous. "I'm not, I'm not adventurous Amy. I want to help people, I want to make people better but I can't make you..."
Rory trails off and she looks up, "Can't make me what?"
"Love me?" he says, biting his lip before pulling his hand from hers and covering his face in embarrassment.
Her voice whispers close to his ear, "Good thing you don't have to make me, isn't it?"
-
The day he proposes to her he was so bloody nervous he managed to completely cock up his romantic speech. He fumbles with the ring box and finally flips it open. "Look, I. I had this speech. But I just, I can't bloody, look, I just. I can't take you to the moon or to a different galaxy, and I can't take you to the Taj Mahal yet, but I'm working on it and I just, I love you. I'm not the Doctor and I can't save the world in fifteen minutes, but I will love you until the day I die and..." He holds his breath but Amy stays stubbornly silent. "Amy? Please say something."
"You're working on it?" she says, her voice coming out quiet and shaky and when he looks up he realises that Amy's trying not to cry.
"Yeah, I'm working on it."
At that she lets out a little sob and slips the ring on, "I love you."
"Oh good. Oh thank god," he whispers as he sweeps her up in a big hug. "I love you so much Amy Pond."
-
From the minute the Doctor bursts out of the cake in the pub, Rory knows that his plans, however meticulously made, are now hopelessly ruined. He felt so daft, standing there in that jumper he had made with him and Amy on it whilst this brilliant, mad, ridiculous man rattled on about Amy and him kissing her or her kissing him and mouths. He felt so foolish. He's been competing with the Doctor ever since he was six years old and Amy dressed him up in those old trousers she got from the Age Concern by the Post Office. And until now, he thought that perhaps his certainty and his constancy would just about get him ahead. Seems that, standing here in that silly jumper in front of the fake cake in a pub full of people he knows, it's clear he's never going to win.
But then, Amy's taking his hand and then there's Venice in the bloody 16th century and it has to be said, there's something for this brilliant, mad, ridiculous man. It all gets a bit dangerous, rather less sightseeing than he had imagined and the whole time he feels so out of place. He's running behind, falling out of her affections, slowly slipping away. Suddenly he's battling some space fish vampire thing with a broom and a curtain and dear god, this day is too weird. She kisses him, hard and breathless and staking her claim.
He hadn't expected her to ask him to stay. He'd come in assuming it would be a whirlwind and then she'd up and leave again - not that he'd notice her absence, convenience of a time machine and all. He'd like nothing more than to leave, let her get whatever this is out of her system and yet there's this tiny part of him that is still reveling and dwelling on the fact that he went to 16th century Venice and battled aliens today. He steps outside, ready with her get-out clause, ready to make his getaway when Amy pipes up, "Stay with us. Please. Just for a bit."
The Doctor murmurs his agreement as Rory looks up. Amy has that look on her face, that one from when he was six and she first produced those musty pinstriped nightmares and he can't help it. He loves her. He wants her. He'll do anything for her. And they both know it. "Yeah. Yes! I would like that!" The enthusiasm spills out in every word and when he walks through the TARDIS doors with the Doctor and she looks at him, he doesn't feel out of place anymore.
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Later when she pulls him into her bedroom, she gives him the biggest hug. "I'm so glad you came with me. You and me, we're going to go places. Have adventures!"
As he rests his chin in the crook of her shoulder, holding her close, he thinks, Loving you is adventure enough Amy.
She kisses him, hard and breathless and staking her claim.
Doctor Who (Rory/Amy), PG, 1,183 words.
notes: repost. Written for the bowties are cool ficathon. in response to a prompt "Amy/Rory, come with me, go places"
--
Rory would follow Amy to the ends of the Earth and back if she asked. And as it turns out, he pretty much does.
-
He spends most of his weekends as a child dressed up as a doctor. "No, not a doctor, the Doctor!" Amy corrects exasperatedly, throwing her hands up in the air before she moves closer to adjust his tie. She smiles at him and ruffles his hair, making it stick up in all sorts of ridiculous ways and even though he knows that this is silly and that he doesn't understand, he does it anyway. Because Amy is like this great big mystery to him and he wants, in that very childish way, to understand her.
"See, he promised to take me away you see. Go places. See things. Adventures!"
This is when Rory learns that 'adventurous' is probably the best way to describe Amelia Pond.
-
When they were sixteen, Jeff has a fancy dress party. Amy turns up in yellow and black striped jumper, legs stretching beyond a mile and a pair of homemade wings slung across her back, despite the ridiculous outfit, Rory finds he can't keep his eyes off her. This is, of course, usually the case, but something about her here, hair thrown back, jumper and legs all out there and he feels ridiculous. He's not quite sure why he chose this outfit really, it's not like he hasn't spent plenty of time in it across the years - the pinstripe trousers, the blue shirt. Nevertheless, when Amy catches sight of him, he can see her breath hitch, her movements frozen as she takes a sip of her Smirnoff Ice.
Later is when they have their first kiss. An old Christina Aguilera song somewhere over the stereo, in a ill-light corner of Jeff's mum's house, Rory's hands nervous on the backs of her thigh, Amy crawling on top of him and pulling on his tie.
-
The next summer, his hand slipped tentatively into hers, Amy starts talking about traveling. "Anywhere! Everywhere! I just, I want to get out Rory. I mean, you have a plan, a good plan and I...don't want anything, nothing except getting away from here. I need to see things! Different things! I want to see the Taj Mahal and the Golden Gate Bridge and oh, I don't know, the Serengeti. I'm sick of the Post Office and the duck-pond and my Aunt and school--"
"And me?"
Amy laughs and then bumps into his side, "No, not you. Never you Rory."
"Really?" His voice shakes slightly and he feels ridiculous. "I'm not, I'm not adventurous Amy. I want to help people, I want to make people better but I can't make you..."
Rory trails off and she looks up, "Can't make me what?"
"Love me?" he says, biting his lip before pulling his hand from hers and covering his face in embarrassment.
Her voice whispers close to his ear, "Good thing you don't have to make me, isn't it?"
-
The day he proposes to her he was so bloody nervous he managed to completely cock up his romantic speech. He fumbles with the ring box and finally flips it open. "Look, I. I had this speech. But I just, I can't bloody, look, I just. I can't take you to the moon or to a different galaxy, and I can't take you to the Taj Mahal yet, but I'm working on it and I just, I love you. I'm not the Doctor and I can't save the world in fifteen minutes, but I will love you until the day I die and..." He holds his breath but Amy stays stubbornly silent. "Amy? Please say something."
"You're working on it?" she says, her voice coming out quiet and shaky and when he looks up he realises that Amy's trying not to cry.
"Yeah, I'm working on it."
At that she lets out a little sob and slips the ring on, "I love you."
"Oh good. Oh thank god," he whispers as he sweeps her up in a big hug. "I love you so much Amy Pond."
-
From the minute the Doctor bursts out of the cake in the pub, Rory knows that his plans, however meticulously made, are now hopelessly ruined. He felt so daft, standing there in that jumper he had made with him and Amy on it whilst this brilliant, mad, ridiculous man rattled on about Amy and him kissing her or her kissing him and mouths. He felt so foolish. He's been competing with the Doctor ever since he was six years old and Amy dressed him up in those old trousers she got from the Age Concern by the Post Office. And until now, he thought that perhaps his certainty and his constancy would just about get him ahead. Seems that, standing here in that silly jumper in front of the fake cake in a pub full of people he knows, it's clear he's never going to win.
But then, Amy's taking his hand and then there's Venice in the bloody 16th century and it has to be said, there's something for this brilliant, mad, ridiculous man. It all gets a bit dangerous, rather less sightseeing than he had imagined and the whole time he feels so out of place. He's running behind, falling out of her affections, slowly slipping away. Suddenly he's battling some space fish vampire thing with a broom and a curtain and dear god, this day is too weird. She kisses him, hard and breathless and staking her claim.
He hadn't expected her to ask him to stay. He'd come in assuming it would be a whirlwind and then she'd up and leave again - not that he'd notice her absence, convenience of a time machine and all. He'd like nothing more than to leave, let her get whatever this is out of her system and yet there's this tiny part of him that is still reveling and dwelling on the fact that he went to 16th century Venice and battled aliens today. He steps outside, ready with her get-out clause, ready to make his getaway when Amy pipes up, "Stay with us. Please. Just for a bit."
The Doctor murmurs his agreement as Rory looks up. Amy has that look on her face, that one from when he was six and she first produced those musty pinstriped nightmares and he can't help it. He loves her. He wants her. He'll do anything for her. And they both know it. "Yeah. Yes! I would like that!" The enthusiasm spills out in every word and when he walks through the TARDIS doors with the Doctor and she looks at him, he doesn't feel out of place anymore.
-
Later when she pulls him into her bedroom, she gives him the biggest hug. "I'm so glad you came with me. You and me, we're going to go places. Have adventures!"
As he rests his chin in the crook of her shoulder, holding her close, he thinks, Loving you is adventure enough Amy.