The Raggedy Man (1/1)
Title: The Raggedy ManRating: G
Length: 866 words
Characters: Eleven(mentioned), Amy Pond, Rory Williams
Ships: Amy/Rory
Notes: A request by roranicus_pond
Summary: Litte!Amy and Little!Rory play a game.
Amelia Pond had been friends with Rory Williams since they were born. In such a small town, it was destined that they would be friends. He had lived just down the block, the little boy with the shaggy brown hair and the crooked teeth. He was the one that had affectionately named her Amy, and was also the only one that even knew about ‘The Raggedy Man’. The Raggedy Man was a mysterious man that had visited her just two years before, in a torn shirt and trousers and filthy Chuck Taylors. He made the crack in her wall go away, something that, as Rory and Amy would play in her room, would secrete noises periodically throughout the day. He promised her five minutes, but it had been two years and Amy hadn’t seen any signs.
“Maybe it’s all in your head,” Rory told her one day, as he pushed her on the swing set.
Amy’s face burned red with indignation, “Rory-kins, I’ve told you many times! I’m not making it up, I’m just not! He was there, I promise. In a burning police box and he could breathe smoke.”
“Smoking’s bad for you, you know,” Rory announced matter-of-factly.
Rory wanted to be a nurse practitioner when he grew up, health class, which was just as easy for Amy and everyone else as it was for him, was easily his best subject. Rory was a bit dopey, but he had a smart, logical way of thinking things through.
Amy rolled her eyes, “Yes, I know Rory. You tell me every day! But he wasn’t smoking, it had just come out. I made him fish fingers and custard.”
Rory grimaced, “What kind of a meal is that?”
“I don’t know,” Amy replied passionately. “But we should play a game; it’s called ‘The Raggedy Doctor’.”
“What kind of a game is that?” Rory replied incredulously.
“It’s a new game! Staring Amy Pond and Rory Williams, best friends till the end of time!” Amy shouted jumping off the swing and landing hard on the ground.
“Well, what’s my role?”
“The Raggedy Man,” Amy smiled.
“But I haven’t got any rags!” Rory protested.
“Come on! My aunt has some horrid clothes in her wardrobe!” Amy exclaimed excited pulling Rory into the house.
She pulled out a grey, saggy looking night gown and began to tear it apart.
“I am not wearing that,” Rory said his eyes wide.
“Oh, please, Rory!” Amy pleaded. “Just this once, it’ll be so much fun!”
“But the original Raggedy Man didn’t wear a grey torn up dress!” Rory whined.
“It’ll have to do,” Amy replied as she draped Rory in the scraps of the dress.
As they walked outside into the blazing sun and humidity of the day, Rory asked her quizzically, “So, what did you say he came in on again?”
“He called it his TARDIS. But it was like…a burning police box,” Amy said, struggling to remember the finer details. “It was blue; everything blue now reminds me of him. Like your eyes.”
Rory stared back at her with his icy blue eyes, and smiled, his snaggle tooth causing Amy to giggle and blush.
“Can the shed be my police box?” Rory asked coyly.
“Of course!” Amy smiled. “And you’ve got to bang the door wide open!”
“What do I say?” Rory asked stepping inside the shed, filled with cob webs and old bicycles.
“Whatever you’d like!” Amy said haughtily pushing him inside the shed and shutting the door.
She ran over to the middle of the backyard and positioned herself, and then began running. “Come out, Rory!” She whispered loud enough so he could hear.
Rory awkwardly opened the door and peered around the corner, “Hello, what’s your name.”
Amy rolled her eyes and breathed a hot puff of air fluttering her bangs, “Amelia Pond.”
“Ooh what a pretty name!” Rory squealed, accidentally slamming the door.
“What are you doing here?” Amy asked exasperated, and then she pointed to the shed. “And what’s that thing?”
“I came to see the crack in your room, and that’s my TARDIS.”
“What’s a TARDIS?”
“It’s like a time machine,” Rory responded intelligently, still sounding more like Rory every second. “I can go anywhere throughout time and space.”
“Rory, you are a crap Raggedy Man,” Amy blurt out before she could stop herself.
“Hey, I am not!” Rory bleated. “I’m a great Raggedy Man! You weren’t specific enough!”
Amy sighed, “We’ll work on it. You’re right; you actually did a pretty good job.”
She walked over to him and looked him straight in the eyes, her brown eyes twinkling in the sunlight, and Rory felt himself soften and began to forgive her. Amy always had a domineering personality; you did exactly what she told you too. She was feisty and fiery, she came out kicking and screaming and intended to go out that way as well.
She grabbed his hand and entwined her fingers in his, “Come with me, we’ll go get fish fingers and custard.”
And off the two best friends, since the moment of birth, went, strolling into the house completely unaware that in just ten years, both of their lives would change completely.