Fic: Dr Who | Falling Star 1/?
Title: Falling Star
Pairing: Rory/Eleven, mentions of Rory/Amy
based on 'until the last falling star' by Matthew Perryman Jones (but just a little)
banner by crimson-crayon
Over the ages as a Time Lord, you learn many things, one of them being: you can’t have one person to travel with you forever. It had broken many people’s hearts, but the Doctor had always been able to keep a straight and rational mind when saying good bye, even when it hurt.
But knowing that he had to say good bye to a certain young, handsome man named Rory Williams made his heart ache. Being skeptical of the man at first, he had actually grown fond of Rory.
Rory who seemed to always trust him. Rory who had died so many times to save him (or Amy). Rory, realistic Rory with a silent opinion. Rory who disagreed in a much more pleasant way than Amy. Rory who had died so many times, but always seemed to come back. Rory who had won his heart?
He turned around in his bed, trying to ignore the weight that dropped onto the mattress. Two strong, warm arms were wrapped around him and he felt himself shifting a bit backwards, into the warmth of the arms. A soft kiss was placed between his shoulders and he could do nothing but shiver, giving away his cover of sleep.
“You’re awake?” He stirred, almost painfully, and opened his eyes. His fingers entwined with long, slender ones resting on his chest. He lifted them to place a kiss on them.
“Can’t sleep. Too much pain.” It was a lie, the pain was merely a distracting from his heart getting torn apart. How could he just send away a guy like Rory? One that sneaked away from his wife to lie in bed with him.
He just knew that Rory was pulling up his eyebrows as he spoke. “Well, since when does that bother you?” He felt a kiss being planted on the bandage on his shoulder.
He turned around slowly, facing a red-eyed Rory. The dim light that always shone in his room didn’t hide anything from Rory’s face. Neither did it hide anything from his face, something he wished it would actually do right now.
“Last time I saw that look on your face you were debating whether to burn a couple of books about Gallifrey.” Their lips met quick and softly, both expressing a great range of emotion in it. From the love they shared to the relief of still being alive after the near escape they had gone through a couple of hours ago. From one side, the Doctor’s side, there was concern and longing that didn’t match the longing mixed with lust that Rory was putting into the kiss.
“It’s nothing in particular. Just debating if I should burn the Earth ones as well.” He smiled weakly. How could Rory just compare himself to some useless books about Gallifrey when he meant so much more? To hide the tears he felt coming up he kissed Rory again, closing his eyes to make himself appear like he enjoyed it whilst he mostly hoped one of them would choke and die so he didn’t have to say the final good bye.
Rory pulled away, licking his lips. “You’re lying, aren’t you? Look, Doctor of whatever, I’m a nurse. I spot it when people are lying about their wellbeing. I saw patients who would let themselves die before seeking help so speak up.”
“I don’t know how to say it.” Without further information he knocked his head against Rory’s, hoping the right information would go through.
****
“You can’t keep him for always. He has to move on.” The alien stared at him with such seriousness that it could blow a man of his feet.
“I can’t let him go. He is why I have a second heart! I don’t know, but I’ll find a way. Even if it’s by forcing Jack to tell how he did what he did.” He glared back at the alien with anger burning passionate in his eyes.
“He won’t make it. Let him go, Doctor.” The alien didn’t intimidated by the anger of the Doctor, merely glancing at the sonic which was clenched in the Doctor’s left fist.
“Never.” He wanted to say more but Amy and Rory ran into the room, the eyes of both aliens wandering to Rory, who scanned the Doctor quickly.”
****
He rubbed his forehead in almost the same way as Rory. The man looked at him, eyes huge and breath panting. It took Rory a couple of seconds to recover before he clung onto the Doctor for life.
“No. Doctor, that can’t be true.” Their eyes met for two seconds before Rory hugged him for dear life again, shivering as he probably tried to mask the sobbing. “Please? Not now anyway.”
“It’s near-future, Rory. I’ll have to say good bye to you and Amy. You have to lead your life with Amy. Together.” His hands stroked over Rory’s back, trying to sooth him.
The body slumped a bit when the Doctor was already half asleep. The slight snoring proved that Rory had finally fallen asleep. It didn’t help him relax. Rory wouldn’t be the one disagreeing or fighting him the most, that would be Amy, but the thought of travelling on without Rory just killed him and torn his hearts into little pieces.
He had to talk it through with Rory, before he said the true good bye. It was the only way to ease the pain a bit.
Rory shifted in his arms and turned away from him. It took him half a minute before turning back to face the Doctor, who stared sadly at the stubbly face.
“Rory, the companion I’ll always remember.” He placed a slow kiss on Rory’s lips.
[Part 2]