Fic: Dr Who | Falling Star 3/5+
Title: Falling Star
Pairing: Rory/Eleven, bit of Rory/Amy
Not connected to Fixed Point.
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Everything turns around the sun. Well, most things turn around the sun. The future was something that turned around the sun, ready to be changed but also to stay the same.
Everyone trying to change a fixed point in time or something predicted so it must be true, is turning the wrong direction. Trying to stay in the past, never move on to the future. A Time Lord is the last species one expects to go that way, especially when said Time Lord was called the Doctor, but for the first time since faking his death, the Doctor had that strong urge again. He wanted to stop everything, disobey every rule in the world to make sure he could let his companions stay. Or at least one of them.
He sipped from the cup custard in his hand - something he’d grown fond of drinking in the morning even though Rory was against it due to the taste - and eyed Rory, who was trying to make breakfast for Amy, who was a little angry at Rory’s strange behaviour.
Juggling eggs, bacon and salt around in a very nervous trying to make something, Rory wasn’t really aware of the Doctor just staring at him. They had talked it through after all, but briefly and short, neither wanting to get into a fight again.
“Rory.” He put down the custard, wiping the rests away with his hand. “Rory!”
“What!” Rory threw down the knife he was holding with so much force it bounced back up and stroked him not all that gently in the face. “Oh, bloody fuck! This is your fault!” He threw the knife at the Doctor but it missed by at least a yard. A warm metallic taste dripped into his mouth as the blood reached his lips.
“Rory! Calm down!” He grabbed Rory’s arms and pushed him down on the nearest chair. “Okay, I’m not a nurse, so tell me what I should do. ”
Rory squeezed his eyes, looking at the Doctor hesitantly. “Left cupboard, top shelf, first aid kit.”
The Doctor nodded once and went to rummage through the cupboard, forgetting everything Rory had told him. He eventually threw a towel at Rory, to help him stop the bleeding before searching on. “I could just try to sonic it…” he remarked casually.
“You are not sonicing this!” Rory nearly shouted, holding the towel on the pretty deep cut. “Just get the red box and come over.”
Three minutes, a very pale Rory and two towels later, the Doctor managed to get a red box open on the table. It was not to his delight that he got send away to find Amy. It broke his heart, hearts… just a little, but he went to search anyway.
***
Sitting on the opposite side of the table, he had all secrecy to watch Amy patching up Rory. He could feel Rory’s eyes drift towards him every once in a while, but Amy always forced him to look at her whilst tending the wound.
It had something, Rory being cut so badly it would leave a scar. He liked scars for some reason and to see Rory with one got him pretty exited. Only, by the time the cut had become a scar, Rory would have left the Tardis already.
“I’m going to find us a nice planet!” he chirped, walking off way too quickly to be normal - not that he was normal.
***
He slumped down in one of the chairs near the controller, burying his face in his hands with a sigh. How was he ever going to let them go? Amy Pond and Rory Williams. His Ponds. He wanted to let them come along all the time, to let them see every planet in the universe, every famous person from the past.
“Doctor, something wrong?” Amy’s voice annoyed him as she and her husband appeared. Rory smiled a bit guilty at him.
“Rory can chose where we’re going!” He jumped up and almost skipped around, pulling all sorts of stuff, of some which he still not knew what they actually did. “C’mon Rory!”
“Gallifrey.” It was such a short and simple answer but it had so much love buried in it that the Doctor nearly tripped by stopping to quickly.
“Rory?”
“I know it’s burning or something like that, but I’d love to see where you grew up.” He shrugged, such a human thing to do that the Doctor could do nothing but obey to Rory’s wish - not that he would’ve disagreed anyway. It maybe was their last trip together. Well, they probably weren’t going to leave the Tardis anyway. And he was no more than happy to tell Rory all about Gallifrey, even if Amy was there as well.