The Reasons Have All Run Away

[fairytaleamelia]

Played with rory_pond

Characters: Rory and Amy
Content: Eleventh Hour. After the Doctor leaves her for a second time, nineteen year old Amy is devastated. Who is there for her, but Rory. Rory's always there for her.
Warnings: Ending is NSFW.



Amy just stood as the Doctor left for a second time. And she stood there some more. Time passed, and she wouldn’t hear about how he wasn’t coming back. He said he would. The Doctor said he was coming back. And suddenly Amy felt like she was right back where she was all those years ago, waiting for her Doctor to return.

The sun finally set, and she headed back into the house, probably more numb than she had ever been. He left again. He left her again.

Rory was waiting by the phone. Part of him thought that he’d never see Amy again. She’d run off with her raggedy doctor and that would be that. Another part hoped she would - he loved her and wanted her to have everything she wanted. But most of him expected a heartbroken phonecall that night - he didn’t think the Doctor would keep his promises.

She sat at the table, eating custard to make herself feel better. Only it didn’t. She felt utterly heartbroken and stupid for ever thinking he’d come back for her. Not like it was his fault, time seemed to be tricky, but that didn’t mean it stung any less either.

Taking another spoonful of custard, she dialed Rory’s number. He always knew how to make her feel better.

Rory recognised that dial tone. “Amy? Want me to come over?” No need to ask what it was about. And he had his car keys waiting. Besides, he wasn’t going into work the next day - although that was about to rebound on Matron.

“Yes.” She said glumly, though pleased that Rory was already waiting. He was always there.

Rory didn’t quite break the speed limit on the way over. But most of that was because there wasn’t a long enough stretch of straight road. And he wasn’t sure his car could go that fast without a downhill start. So it wasn’t long before he was at Amy’s door.

Amy flung the door open before he could even knock. She rushed at him and hugged him tightly, not being able to say anything.

Rory hugged her equally tightly, lifting her off her feet to carry her back inside. “I’m sorry.” He assumed she’d know what he meant - and didn’t mean.

Amy let him carry her into the house. Her eyes on the spot where the Police Box was the last time she saw it. “He left. He left again. Said he’d be back.” Amy said, the heartbreak apparent in her voice. “Why isn’t he back?”

Rory held her and stroked her back. “I don’t know.” Part of him wanted to ask why he didn’t come back the first time. “Possibly he just got lost again.”

She looked up at him, tears dotting her eyes. “But if I have to wait another twelve years, I’ll be all old.” Amy pouted. “Who’d want me then?”

“Me.” Rory’s answer came with a soft kiss. “Besides. You were seven last time. I hope he didn’t want you physically then.”

Amy smiled at that. “I didn’t quite mean it like that, Rory, but thanks for restoring my faith in myself. And simultaneously creeping me out.” She said as she rubbed some of the tears that never fell out of her eyes.

“Rory, what did I ever do to deserve you?” She asked fondly.

“You were you.” Rory’s tone was equally fond. “And I never have as much fun as when you’re around.”

Amy softened completely and poked him in the chest. “You are kinda boring without me.” She teased.

“Hey!” Rory’s arms were wrapped round her - perfect to tickle her if she was going to be in that mood.

“Hey yourself! You can’t tickle someone who has just had their heart broken.” Amy gave him puppy dog eyes in hopes of allaying him.

The puppy dog eyes normally worked on him. And definitely did now. “I can.” But he wasn’t. Instead he kissed her on the forehead again. “You know I’m still amazed I actually met him.”

Amy grinned and put her chest on his shoulder and smiled up at him. “I told you. I told everyone he exists. Four psychiatrists, Rory, four. And I was right.” Amy was suddenly herself again. “Isn’t he amazing?”

“He is.” There was a very slight edge of jealousy in Rory’s voice, but most of it was admiration. ”And you told everyone.” He paused, but there was something he needed to know. “Would you really have run off without him and not thought of me again?”

“Of course not. I’d still remember you. It’s not everyday a madman with a box offers you the world. And I wouldn’t run off with him, not like that.” Amy said as she crossed her arms and looked up at him. She wasn’t exactly pleased with the sudden change in conversation.

Rory looked at her, slightly vulnerable and with an edge of something closer to jealousy than she’d ever seen before. “Good. I don’t want to lose you. And he is a little ... overwhelming.” There was only one other person who’d ever managed to upset Rory’s worldview anything like that much and she was right here in his arms.

“He’s amazing, utterly brilliant and he just saved the world.” Amy pointed out, looking him over. He seemed odd now. Wait, Rory couldn’t possibly... “You’re really worried about me leaving you, aren’t you? Rory Williams, if I wanted to leave you, you know I would have done so by now. I’m with you because I want to be. I want you, stupid.”

Rory kissed her briefly. “There’s only one person I’ve ever worried about you leaving me for.” And it had seemed so much less real when the only reason he believed in his existence was that that wasn’t how Amy made up stories. “And he just turned up and saved the world right in front of both of us.”

Amy wrapped an arm around him and sighed. “You don’t have to worry about that. He just left me. For a second time.” Her tone was dreary once again. “I have a feeling that’s what he sorta does. He goes places and saves people or things. Not really sure how the whole Time Lord thing works.”

Rory didn’t ask the question he was thinking - what if he hadn’t just left? No use worrying about that. What happened happened, and couldn’t be changed now. “He probably got lost - wasn’t that the same apple you told me about?”

Her face dropped again. “Yeah, it was. He told me he wanted and apple and then spit it out. That was the same apple. Twelve years, and the same fresh apple I gave him. That’s what made me realize I had to believe him. What he was saying, what he could do. It wasn’t just a story. He’s real.”

“And he still had it. Fresh. Which means that he didn’t desert you that time. He just got lost somehow. And it was the same day for him” A part of Rory was kicking himself for trying to save the reputation of the Doctor with Amy. But Rory had always believed that doing the right thing was worth it for its own sake.

“I know, I know. He didn’t mean to leave me, and he hadn’t for him. But for me, it was twelve years, Rory. I was starting to even doubt myself. If it wasn’t for everyone insisting that I was wrong, well everyone except you... It still hurts, Rory.” She said with a sigh and fidgeted with her hands now in her lap.

Rory hugged her more tightly. “Of course it hurts, love.” Probably worse now she’d had all the old wounds reopened. He decided to go with the near-trite thing he’d seen far too often in the hospital. “Only people who don’t get hurt are either in a coma or dead.”

She sighed and looked up at him. His words weren’t actually helping, but she was glad he was there, holding her. He wouldn’t leave like that, ever. There was a ping of guilt at that, seeing as Amy felt bad, because she didn’t get to leave. “Well, I’ve got you. And you’ve always been there.” Amy gave him a small smile.

“Always.” Rory smiled. “Even when you found me dull. Or where thinking up new and creative ways to torture me.” Rory realised what he was saying didn’t matter much compared to his holding her. But it might - and Rory had never been known for not trying something that might help.

“I may remind you that you liked some of that teasing, Rory.” She grinned and kissed his cheek. Amy settled against him, more contented now.

“Sometimes. But mostly because it was you doing it.” Rory held her gently against him, his hand gently stroking her back. One good thing about a mercurial girlfriend - the bad moods didn’t normally stay that long.

“Sometimes? I can sit here and list many, many times.” Amy grinned cheekily up at him. “Though I think that was because other things were involved like me naked.”

“That’s always a good start.” Rory shifted slightly. Amy could easily get under his skin - and his body was reacting slightly to just the image of her naked. “But even before that.”

“Yeah, well. You always had fun with me. And I wasn’t afraid to stand up to anyone if they gave you anything about it. I’m honestly surprised I didn’t get into more fights when I was a kid.” Amy said, not realizing how many times Rory probably saved her from them in some way, shape, or form.

“Always? Random foods wasn’t great. Although chocolate fingers and hummous work surprisingly well.” Rory could think of a few incidents she didn’t realise he’d diffused. And a couple of fights Amy didn’t know about where he’d been protecting her. Not that he was good at fighting - simply that no matter what happened he didn’t quit - and other people did.

“Yes, well. You can thank the Doctor for that one. Fish custard and all.” Amy made a face. “Oh there’s custard in the fridge if you want some. I made it when I came in and then called you.”

“I’ve already eaten, thanks.” Not that he especially wanted to get up with Amy in his arms. Or really trusted Amy’s food.

“Okay, well it’s there for later.” Amy grinned. She could cook just fine. Just because the Doctor threw out everything she gave him to eat was not something against her cooking (though how many seven year olds can actually cook). Still she was an adequate cook.

Rory just smiled. And then thought of something. “Did you ever give the car keys back?”

Amy sat up suddenly. “No. Damn. I knew there was something I’d forgotten to do. They’re in my pocket.” She said, fiddling in her pocket for a second. She was still wearing the Police outfit.

“You’d better give them back. After you change or you might get him in even more trouble.” Pity, Rory thought. He liked the outfit.

“I’ll go in the morning. I don’t feel like getting up or getting dressed.” Amy grinned. “Besides I think it’s your favorite of all my Kissogram outfits.”

“Just make sure it’s before he needs them.” Rory would have said more. But if Amy wasn’t right, she was certainly close and this wasn’t important enough to not let himself be distracted.

“He goes to work at eight, I have to be in the city’s center for seven thirty. I’ll be fine.” Amy stopped herself from rolling her eyes. He was only being practical, she knew. That was one of the many things she did love about him. Even if it tended to get in the way sometimes.

Rory looked at her, his thoughts evident. “And I’m currently suspended from work pending a formal apology.” He’d already spoken to his Union Rep, who had advised him (as he already knew) that even if he’d been wrong about matters the suspension would be seen as harassment. As he was demonstrably right then any sort of tribunal would just make the hospital look ridiculous. For once Rory wasn’t that worried. “So I don’t need to be in work tomorrow.”

“I don’t know if I should apologize or be pleased you get to stay over.” Amy grinned, honestly feeling somewhat bad about the suspension.

“Aren’t I meant to be the one who blames himself when you get in trouble?” Rory grinned. “Seriously, this was not your fault. And this won’t go against me.” When Rory said something would happen in that tone, it happened. He knew who’d be on the tribunal if it went that far - and knew exactly how impressed they’d be for someone being suspended against regulations (including a lack of formal written warning first) for noticing something in specific about the patients. If anything, senior management would simply be glad he didn’t sue the hospital.

“Fine. If you say so. Just means I get you all to myself.” Amy squeezed him closer for emphasis.

“Then I’m all yours, Officer Pond.” Rory smiled and kissed her, slipping in a hint of tongue.

Amy grinned into that and kissed him back. Well her ruse had worked on the Doctor, briefly. Not like he figured it out, but there wasn’t any backup when that alien thing decided to come out. She was proud of the fact he thought she was a police woman, for a time though.

Rory’s hands slid down to her hips and he broke the kiss. “So what do you want to do with me?” And whether at the moment she wanted to be Amy or play using the uniform.

Amy raised her eyebrows and looked up at him. “I shall do whatever I want.” At that, she sat up and pulled her legs over him. Pushing him back into the couch, she kissed him again.

“Don’t you always?” There was a smirk in Rory’s voice before he met her kiss. Very little stopped her doing what she wanted and he loved every second of it. He pushed his body up against her and wrapped one arm around her, deepening the kiss.

Amy knew that she always got her way, she was just making a point of it now. She sat down on his lap and leaned her body against his, trying to keep him situated on the couch. One hand went to the side of his face while the other wrapped around him, holding him tightly. She kissed him back just as passionately.

Rory pushed up against her, deepening the kiss by inviting her in and holding her tight with his arms. One of his hands entangled itself in her hair as he moaned softly into her mouth. This was her show right now.

She liked the feel of him against her. Her hand grasped at his shirt and pulled it up so that she was now stroking his back. Her breathing was ragged as she kissed him back, matching his kiss. Her tongue eagerly explored his mouth.

Rory arched against her, his hips pushing upwards and one of his hands attempting to find the zip at the back of her skirt - he’d normally go for her top and buttons first, but not with them pressed that closely. His tongue gently caressed hers as she claimed his mouth and drew another moan from his throat.

She was wearing the ridiculous vest along with the button up shirt, but it wouldn’t take her long to get out of them. Not at the rate they were going. And the funny thing about mini skirts is when one is straddling another person, they tend to ride up. Amy pulled on his bottom lip with hers as she pulled off the vest, momentarily separating from him. Once it was off though, she pressed him back into the couch with her chest and continued the assault on him.

Rory exploited the vest coming off to undo the top and bottom couple of buttons on her shirt before she pressed him back, the added pressure causing his hips to twitch. Sliding his hands out from between them, he reentangled one of his hands in her hair - and dropped the other to her butt to squeeze gently.

Liking where his hands currently where as a reflex, Amy pressed herself into him again. She pushed her hips down on his as well. Her lips took his again as she let out an exasperated moan, wanting to feel more of him.

Rory ground up against her, groaning and squeezing harder. This time his kiss was a little harder and sharper, sliding his tongue forward as his hand gently tugged on her hair.

Amy moaned again when she felt him against her. She liked this sudden roughness, her own kisses becoming harder. A hand slipped down to his sides, pulling at his shirt once again. She managed to get it to arms. She wanted it off; she wanted to feel his chest on hers.

Rory slid his hand up her side, taking the button up shirt with it past Amy’s breasts and unhooking the bra before raising his arms over his head to allow her to peel his top off shortly before one of them would take hers off.

She grinned, quite pleased. It didn’t take her long to shake off her shirt now that it was unbottoned. She looped her arms through the bra and let that fall where it wanted. She pushed her chest back to Rory’s, letting out a small gasp. She revelled in the feel of skin on skin.

Rory grinned too, luxuriating in the sensation as his hand stroked down her bare back. “And I’ve got the rest of the week off.” He lent forward and kissed the side of her throat.

“You may get tired of me by then, Mr. Williams.” She grinned. As his hands neared the small of her back as a reflex, she arched forward into him some more.

“Never.” Rory nipped the side of her throat, switching his caress for a light scratch when he hit the small of her back.

She jerked against him at that scratch. Amy leaned her head back, allowing him more access to her throat. “Rory...” She breathlessly let out.

Rory could take a hint. He’d never be really rough with her (although sometimes he thought she wanted him to), but he could be a bit rougher than he was. This time the nip was harder and followed by a hickey as his hand slipped down into her underwear, pulling it down from the back.

Amy didn’t like things too forceful anyways, but a bit of roughness was always fun. Rory knew her too well anyway. What he managed to do was always a turn on. She continued to press herself against him.

Rory grinned and entwined his other hand in her hair, tugging gently. He also twisted his shoulders round, preparing to roll the two of them over as his mouth found her earlobe.

She felt him leading her back onto the couch. She let him take her there, her hands wrapping around him, holding him close.

Rory then smiled as he raised himself, pulling her skirt and panties down past her hips and letting them fall to the floor. He followed with his hands unfastening his belt as he kissed downwards towards her breasts.

Well that was fast. Amy let a hand hind its way into his hair. She laid under him, completely naked now and grinning. She let him have control now as he situated himself over her.

Rory’s head dropped to her breasts and started showering them with kisses as he kicked his shoes off and dropped both trousers and boxers, stepping out of them. He then looked at her, equally naked, and grinned.

“Ah, much better.” Amy commented on their lack of clothing, quite pleased. She placed her arms back around him, trying to coax him back up to her. She’d rather lay like this with him, their bodies pressed together.

Rory went exactly where she wanted to, kissing her deeply. He pressed his tip against her entrance as one of his hands gently caressed her breast followed by a light scratch.

Amy moaned out feeling him against her. She was already a bit heated from making out with him and the way he touched her. She arched her back, pressing her chest into his hand. Kissing him back, she held him tightly, glad to have him there with her.

Rory squeezed gently, and pressed against her slightly more firmly. When the kiss broke for air his voice became a husky whisper. “You sound so sexy when you moan.” He returned for another kiss, starting to enter her.

Well if he thought that sounded sexy, he was going to get even more of it. She felt him enter her and leaned back into the couch, closing her eyes. Moaning some more, she locked her legs to his sides.

And Rory entered right the way, moaning slightly to answer her. He briefly considered withdrawing - taking revenge for some of Amy’s teasing him in the past. But only briefly. Instead he fondled her breast and ground into her.

She would not be happy if he did that. Luckily he didn’t though. She bit her lip leaning into him. “I really am glad you’re here.” She admitted, holding him quite tightly to her.

“I know.” But that still brought a beaming smile to Rory’s face as his hips started to thrust against hers.

She brought her hips up to meet his as she continued to moan. Her hands ran down his back, scratching lightly. She started to relax into the rhythm that was forming. She kissed his lips softly.

Rory kissed back, slightly hungrily as he slowly increased the depth and tempo. He had some weight on one arm, but his free hand moved to caress the side of her face and neck.

She turned her head so he could caress as much as he wanted. Her kisses were light and needy, perhaps more emotional than she intended, but given how her day went, it was understandable. When he increased, her own hips matched, falling and rising to meet his.

Rory decided to respond to the neediness in her kissing by using his mouth to take possession of hers and exploring it. It didn’t often happen that way round - but he was effectively expert from the other side. His fingertips caressed the back of her neck, and he continued to raise the tempo and grind into her.

She let him take her, all of her. Amy did like this side of him as rare as it was to see it, given the type of person she was. She opened her mouth to him, moaning softly into the kissing. She squeezed her eyes closed several times, the pleasure of him being in her taking over her senses.

Rory smiled into the kiss. He did have a slight possessive side, however buried but for once it was time to show it. Breaking the kiss for air he growled one word. “Mine!”

She grinned back, rocking her hips with his. Having him say that sort of lit something in her. She clutched at him much more possessively than before. Amy felt her body start to tense up around him.

Rory felt the tension building in her as it was in him, and once more plundered her mouth with a long, deep kiss exploring right round her mouth. After as long as he felt he had the air for he broke the kiss. His growl was commanding. “Come for me, Amy.” And his body was more than ready as well.

She could feel it mounting in her. Her back arched, her legs squeezed, her fingers raked, and her toes curled, everything reacting to his thrusts. She lifted her chin, crying out at his words.

“Amy!” Her going over the edge pulled him with her, and his own back arched and he cried out her name as he came inside her.

Her body tensed until it couldn’t any more. She settled into the couch underneath him and kissed his lips softly, not being able to do much more than that. Every muscle in her body was like mush.

Rory rolled into the couch and rolled the pair of them so they were lying alongside each other. “Love you.” His kisses were back to their normal gentle and slightly inviting style.

Amy grinned, basking in the after sex glow. Her own kisses were much softer, matching Rory’s. “I love you, too.” Her voice was still somewhat shaky, her senses trying to gain control once again.

Rory, too, was almost glowing and he gently caressed her side. The one thought he had that slightly spoiled the mood that he didn’t utter or show was that he was glad the Doctor hadn’t come back for Amy.