Tourist Trap [Jamie/Two, Amy/Rory] (Fanboy/Fangirl)
Pairing: Jamie/Two, Amy/Rory
Challenge: Fanboy/Fangirl
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Spoilers: Season 5
Words: 1358
Summary: Amy and Rory meet an optimistic guy in a kilt while waiting for the Doctor to save them from cannibals.
The planet was nice. Not one of the nicest they’d ever visited, but it had its good points, mainly in the spirals and nebulae of the nearby star clusters that could be seen even in the day sky. Amy wouldn’t mind coming here again for a vacation (and a part of her still couldn’t believe that she was thinking like this about planets).
“Awesome,” her husband had said when they stepped out of the TARDIS, and she’d had to agree.
And so had the Doctor. Apparently he thought since it was so awesome around here, and in no way dangerous or full of holes dug by evil cannibals as tourist traps of the literal kind, he could take off and leave them alone for a few hours while he went and did something else.
Amy had issues with that plan. After all, the Doctor had a record of not being exactly on time when he promised to be right back, but there hadn’t been time to protest, since their Time Lord had only informed them of the general plan when the TARDIS was already fading behind their backs.
Rory had argued they should use the time for an extended break and just enjoy the scenery for a while. Amy had argued that the Doctor being a jerk demanded an appropriate reaction, which led to her stomping through the forest in anger and Rory running after her, and both of them ending up in a hole in the ground.
“The cannibals that live in this area dug the holes to trap travellers for dinner,” the other guy already trapped in there when they tumbled down explained once they’d checked for injuries and given up trying to climb out again. “They’ll come back by nightfall to see if they caught any.”
“I bet that’s not something they tell visitors at the tourist office,” Rory muttered, while Amy thought that maybe the Doctor should have mentioned this before he left them here. Or maybe he did, just possibly, say something along the lines of “Whatever you do, don’t enter the forest!” and she’d been too busy yelling at the fading phone box to notice. Either way, it was his fault.
“Cannibals,” she groaned. “If he’s not back in time to safe us, I’m going to kick him in the arse so hard it’ll…”
“If we’re not saved in time, you’ll be dead,” the Other Guy said helpfully. Amy glared at him.
“I don’t think cannibals is the right word anyway,” Rory mused. “I mean, this is an alien world, so they’re aliens, and if they eat humans that’s not cannibalism.”
Amy thought her dearest was kind of fixing his attention on entirely the wrong point. The Other Guy seemed to think so too, because he merely shrugged.
“They eat humans,” he said, as if that summed up the entire matter, and to be honest, it probably did.
The Other Guy was human too, or at least he looked human to Amy. He sounded human, too - in fact, he sounded Scottish. He was also wearing a kilt. “Don’t worry,” he said, seemingly entirely unworried himself. “A friend of mine will save us.”
“Not if our friend saves us first,” Amy pointed out, suddenly feeling the need to defend the Doctor (that bastard).
“You didn’t seem to have too much faith in him a minute ago.”
“Well, you seem to have an awful lot of faith in yours. Does he even know where you are?”
“Of course not. Otherwise he’d have gotten me out by now.”
“Then how do you know he’ll save you?” Amy almost wished he wouldn’t, just so the Other Guy would see that despite everything, her friend was better that his friend.
Other Guy looked at her unblinkingly. “Because he always does.”
His faith was almost childlike and almost cute. Except they were still sitting in a hole and neither of their respective friends had come to save anyone so far.
Rory, at that point, decided that introductions were in order, and they learned that Other Guy was called Jamie and did indeed come from Scotland. Together they once again tried to climb out of the hole, and once again they failed. Still, neither Jamie nor Rory seemed very worried, which made Amy ridiculously - and probably inappropriately - happy. It made her happy that her husband had such faith in the guy she still considered her hero. Even if so far heroic rescue was nowhere to be seen.
But the Doctor would come. And even if he didn’t, that wouldn’t mean they’d die a horrible death, because contrary to public belief, they were actually able to save their own lives every once in a while.
“So, you get into situations like this often?” she asked their new friend.
“Aye.” Jamie sounded almost proud of that fact. “We travel a lot,” he added.
“And your friend always saves you?”
“When he can.” Jamie grinned. “Unless he has to save the world first, then I might have to rescue myself.”
“Your friend saves worlds?” Rory seemed interested. Amy snorted a little.
“Aye. A lot.” Jamie leaned back and stretched his arms above his head. “But this one doesn’t need to be saved. So he’ll be here soon.”
His absolute faith was touching, but somehow Amy still hoped the Doctor would get here first, just because.
She dropped out of the conversation and kept to staring up at the slowly darkening patch of sky she could see through the trees and bushes above her, waiting for the Doctor’s messy hair to appear in front of it. Beside her, Jamie kept telling Rory about his friend, who apparently was the most awesome thing that had ever happened to the universe. Amy felt like arguing that their friend was even better, but she didn’t have to, because Rory had that covered well enough, telling Jamie about a few of the more recent miracles the Doctor had worked. In the shadow of the hole, Amy frowned, half amused and half exasperated, because really, what was Rory thinking, fanboying her hero like that?
Actually, she found that it was kind of cute.
-
Eventually they were saved. A stranger with a terrible haircut appeared, threw a robe down the hole and pulled them all up with a strength Amy wouldn’t have thought he had. She was grateful, but kind of resented him for not being the Doctor.
Jamie beamed at her and Rory like he’d just won a race, but acted towards his friend like this happened every day. He even complained about his friend needing so long, and his friend explained that he’d decided to save not only them but all other people in danger of being eaten in the future by taking care of the cannibals. It seemed sensible enough, but Amy still didn’t know if she believed him, since the guy didn’t exactly like a hero.
But then, neither did the Doctor.
By the time they got out, it was nearly completely dark, and she couldn’t get a good look at their saviour. From what she could make out, he seemed to be a small, aging man with an even worse dress sense than the Doctor. Jamie didn’t seem to mind, though. As they said goodbye, he stood so close to the other man that their silhouettes were merging. Neither of them seemed uncomfortable about the pretty intimate closeness - instead, it seemed to come natural. And something in Amy’s mind finally made the connection, causing her to grin to herself while she and Rory walked back over the meadow to where the TARDIS was just now beginning to materialize.
Jamie was excused for fanboying all over his boyfriend. Love did that to people, and she couldn’t even resent him for having won the race anymore. Because her Doctor was awesome, but being saved by him in particular probably didn’t mean quite the same to her as this did to Jamie.
Maybe, she thought, she should start fangirling Rory a little more, who every now and then saved the day - her day - as well. He kind of deserved a little appreciation, too.
February 8, 2011
Challenge: Fanboy/Fangirl
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Spoilers: Season 5
Words: 1358
Summary: Amy and Rory meet an optimistic guy in a kilt while waiting for the Doctor to save them from cannibals.
The planet was nice. Not one of the nicest they’d ever visited, but it had its good points, mainly in the spirals and nebulae of the nearby star clusters that could be seen even in the day sky. Amy wouldn’t mind coming here again for a vacation (and a part of her still couldn’t believe that she was thinking like this about planets).
“Awesome,” her husband had said when they stepped out of the TARDIS, and she’d had to agree.
And so had the Doctor. Apparently he thought since it was so awesome around here, and in no way dangerous or full of holes dug by evil cannibals as tourist traps of the literal kind, he could take off and leave them alone for a few hours while he went and did something else.
Amy had issues with that plan. After all, the Doctor had a record of not being exactly on time when he promised to be right back, but there hadn’t been time to protest, since their Time Lord had only informed them of the general plan when the TARDIS was already fading behind their backs.
Rory had argued they should use the time for an extended break and just enjoy the scenery for a while. Amy had argued that the Doctor being a jerk demanded an appropriate reaction, which led to her stomping through the forest in anger and Rory running after her, and both of them ending up in a hole in the ground.
“The cannibals that live in this area dug the holes to trap travellers for dinner,” the other guy already trapped in there when they tumbled down explained once they’d checked for injuries and given up trying to climb out again. “They’ll come back by nightfall to see if they caught any.”
“I bet that’s not something they tell visitors at the tourist office,” Rory muttered, while Amy thought that maybe the Doctor should have mentioned this before he left them here. Or maybe he did, just possibly, say something along the lines of “Whatever you do, don’t enter the forest!” and she’d been too busy yelling at the fading phone box to notice. Either way, it was his fault.
“Cannibals,” she groaned. “If he’s not back in time to safe us, I’m going to kick him in the arse so hard it’ll…”
“If we’re not saved in time, you’ll be dead,” the Other Guy said helpfully. Amy glared at him.
“I don’t think cannibals is the right word anyway,” Rory mused. “I mean, this is an alien world, so they’re aliens, and if they eat humans that’s not cannibalism.”
Amy thought her dearest was kind of fixing his attention on entirely the wrong point. The Other Guy seemed to think so too, because he merely shrugged.
“They eat humans,” he said, as if that summed up the entire matter, and to be honest, it probably did.
The Other Guy was human too, or at least he looked human to Amy. He sounded human, too - in fact, he sounded Scottish. He was also wearing a kilt. “Don’t worry,” he said, seemingly entirely unworried himself. “A friend of mine will save us.”
“Not if our friend saves us first,” Amy pointed out, suddenly feeling the need to defend the Doctor (that bastard).
“You didn’t seem to have too much faith in him a minute ago.”
“Well, you seem to have an awful lot of faith in yours. Does he even know where you are?”
“Of course not. Otherwise he’d have gotten me out by now.”
“Then how do you know he’ll save you?” Amy almost wished he wouldn’t, just so the Other Guy would see that despite everything, her friend was better that his friend.
Other Guy looked at her unblinkingly. “Because he always does.”
His faith was almost childlike and almost cute. Except they were still sitting in a hole and neither of their respective friends had come to save anyone so far.
Rory, at that point, decided that introductions were in order, and they learned that Other Guy was called Jamie and did indeed come from Scotland. Together they once again tried to climb out of the hole, and once again they failed. Still, neither Jamie nor Rory seemed very worried, which made Amy ridiculously - and probably inappropriately - happy. It made her happy that her husband had such faith in the guy she still considered her hero. Even if so far heroic rescue was nowhere to be seen.
But the Doctor would come. And even if he didn’t, that wouldn’t mean they’d die a horrible death, because contrary to public belief, they were actually able to save their own lives every once in a while.
“So, you get into situations like this often?” she asked their new friend.
“Aye.” Jamie sounded almost proud of that fact. “We travel a lot,” he added.
“And your friend always saves you?”
“When he can.” Jamie grinned. “Unless he has to save the world first, then I might have to rescue myself.”
“Your friend saves worlds?” Rory seemed interested. Amy snorted a little.
“Aye. A lot.” Jamie leaned back and stretched his arms above his head. “But this one doesn’t need to be saved. So he’ll be here soon.”
His absolute faith was touching, but somehow Amy still hoped the Doctor would get here first, just because.
She dropped out of the conversation and kept to staring up at the slowly darkening patch of sky she could see through the trees and bushes above her, waiting for the Doctor’s messy hair to appear in front of it. Beside her, Jamie kept telling Rory about his friend, who apparently was the most awesome thing that had ever happened to the universe. Amy felt like arguing that their friend was even better, but she didn’t have to, because Rory had that covered well enough, telling Jamie about a few of the more recent miracles the Doctor had worked. In the shadow of the hole, Amy frowned, half amused and half exasperated, because really, what was Rory thinking, fanboying her hero like that?
Actually, she found that it was kind of cute.
-
Eventually they were saved. A stranger with a terrible haircut appeared, threw a robe down the hole and pulled them all up with a strength Amy wouldn’t have thought he had. She was grateful, but kind of resented him for not being the Doctor.
Jamie beamed at her and Rory like he’d just won a race, but acted towards his friend like this happened every day. He even complained about his friend needing so long, and his friend explained that he’d decided to save not only them but all other people in danger of being eaten in the future by taking care of the cannibals. It seemed sensible enough, but Amy still didn’t know if she believed him, since the guy didn’t exactly like a hero.
But then, neither did the Doctor.
By the time they got out, it was nearly completely dark, and she couldn’t get a good look at their saviour. From what she could make out, he seemed to be a small, aging man with an even worse dress sense than the Doctor. Jamie didn’t seem to mind, though. As they said goodbye, he stood so close to the other man that their silhouettes were merging. Neither of them seemed uncomfortable about the pretty intimate closeness - instead, it seemed to come natural. And something in Amy’s mind finally made the connection, causing her to grin to herself while she and Rory walked back over the meadow to where the TARDIS was just now beginning to materialize.
Jamie was excused for fanboying all over his boyfriend. Love did that to people, and she couldn’t even resent him for having won the race anymore. Because her Doctor was awesome, but being saved by him in particular probably didn’t mean quite the same to her as this did to Jamie.
Maybe, she thought, she should start fangirling Rory a little more, who every now and then saved the day - her day - as well. He kind of deserved a little appreciation, too.
February 8, 2011