Fic: Dr Who | Falling Star 2/5+
Title: Falling Star
Pairing: Rory/Eleven, mentions of Rory/Amy
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[Part 1]
The morning after the horrible night and the following days were silent. He tried to act normal and chirpy whenever Amy was also in the room but as soon as she left he was his usual, more sad, distant and angry self with an overwhelming urge to throw something at Rory.
Rory didn’t seem to cope with it much better. Every time he saw Rory, it was like the man wasn’t there. Like it was a corpse, the dead eyes staring right through everything and everyone. The dead eyes that were such a constant red as if he couldn’t stop crying for more than a couple of hours. His hands shook so hard that he mostly dropped whatever he was holding. His remarks were snappy and short, and the Doctor had noticed that Rory repeatedly turned down the affection Amy showed him.
It was unusual behaviour for Rory and the Doctor wanted to talk with him about it although not really sure what he would actually say. But they needed to talk, otherwise the risk of Amy finding out without a warning and all by herself stayed.
The only problem was the fact that whenever Amy left the two alone, Rory managed to run off with some excuse. And at night was another problem, since that the mattress in the Doctor’s room hadn’t been used by two people at the same time anymore.
Wishing he hadn’t grown accustomed to sleeping since he had been with Rory, he wandered through the empty corridors of the Tardis, trying to find back the kitchen. It was his Tardis for damn’s sake but he couldn’t remember where the kitchen was at all.
“Rory?” he muttered as he heard someone sighing in the main control room. The doors were open and on the floor, with his legs dangling in space was Rory, staring to the stars. Or so the Doctor thought. The, his, Roman Centurion fell backwards and stared at him, eyes filled with tears.
“I can’t sleep,” Rory started, his voice barely audible and yet every word ringed loudly in the Doctor’s ears. “Not since that memory of you. You hunt me in my dreams. Sometimes I even fear like I’m hallucinating. Can you believe that? Can you!” He laughed at first, but started sobbing again, having to sit up again to catch his breath. “What if I should let myself slide off, fall into the depth that space is. Who’d care?”
He sat down next to Rory, an arm over his shoulder as he pressed the man closer. “Amy would. I would. Don’t leave us, Rory. Not now. Not...”
“Yet,” Rory finished the sentence before the Doctor could. They looked at each other. More tears escaped from the corners of Rory’s eyes. The Doctor’s hand slid um, wiping them away gently. Rory laughed, hiccuping slightly due to the lack of oxygen. He leaned heavily against the Doctor, pushing them both backwards.
“Rory. No. We need to talk about this,” he tried to push his companion away but seemed about to fail rather epic. Rory stopped as the Doctor grabbed his wrists and gently kissed him to stop him.
“Sorry.” He laid down his head on the Doctor’s chest, listening to the odd but calming heartbeat. “Go on, if you have something to say… At all.” The tone of Rory’s voice changed again, to cold. Hurt and pain flashed through his eyes.
“Don’t apologise. I should be doing that. I’ve been through many personalities and appearances, Roranicus, this one being my youngest and probably one of my worst personalities ever. I hated myself. I still do, but less. Sometimes I wondered and still wonder why I’m actually trying to save the universe.” He swallowed hard, his arms wrapping themselves around the nurse who he felt proud of calling his boyfriend. “I dont know the answer, Rory, I honestly don’t. Every once in a while I just succeed in doing it. I married River, ended up in an affaire with you and managed to keep Amy safe. Im so sorry about everything.”
“Doctor. Where are you going with this?” Rory lifted his head, locking his eyes with the Doctor for a couple of seconds before making the connection himself. The Doctor wasn’t apologising for the past, but for what still had to come. The Doctor was apologising for the near future and Rory knew well enough for what.
“No… no! Please, tell me this isn’t true. Doctor!” He didn’t know whether he wanted to hit the Doctor, curse him, throw him out of the Tardis or just make everything they still had together the best thing ever.
He smashed their lips together, a burning passion almost setting them on fire for real. His hands gripped everywhere. Every little spot he could reach, every bit of skin he could feel. Quiet sobbing robbed him from his breath and he slumped down, breaking down in silence. The Doctor had not the faints idea about how to react and just held Rory as stars passed by.
[Part 3]