Amy's Men 1/1
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snoozing_kittenTitle: The Dream Lord (no, not that one)
Pairing: Eleven/Rory-ish
Rating: PG
SPOILERS: Up to and including episode 06x06 - The Almost People
Summary: Rory isn’t dealing well with Amy being gone and he’s antsy, the Doctor needs him in top form- so they have a heart to heart at various points in time. Then they cuddle. Meant to be a missing scene between 06x06 and 06x07.
Notes: IDEK. This is so pointless D:
“You should get some sleep,” the Doctor said, and it seemed like they were drifting when things weren’t shaking and rattling it was almost like they were motionless. Uninterrupted by the constant low level hum of background noise from the TARDIS Rory had managed to lull himself into a half-awake trance. He slipped when the doctor’s voice startled him, and caught himself just barely from overbalancing. He’d been incredibly productive, holding his chin on his palm watching one of the gauges bounce from low to high at what seemed to be a completely random pattern.
“What, no, I’m fine,” he protested, sitting up a little straighter, the Doctor was working on the instrument panels, long fingers flying expertly over them and lingering occasionally to stroke the knobs like he didn’t know he was doing it. Amy used to nudge him with her shoulder when she would notice the Doctor doing, that sharing a sly secretive grin with him. Rory swallowed, and he knew logically he was tired, but it was so hard to sleep when he was so anxious, waking in the middle of the night with nightmares about not being strong enough to save his family.
Amy was gone, and instead of falling the pieces like the Doctor seemed to think he would, Rory Williams stayed strong. So, he had seen his wife melt into a puddle of plastic goop, he had also died, and been a roman, and survived for two-thousand years. He was a manly man, made of tougher stuff then he looked.
Only now he wished they kept the bunk beds, because the huge ridiculous four-poster the TARDIS had given them was too big. Too big for just him, and it was keeping him up at night, the yawning emptiness and the knots in his stomach all making his heart beat too fast with anxiety. It wasn’t just Amy out there, there was Amy and their child his child. He needed to be strong for the both of them. He wished he had more memories of being the Centurion to draw from, now he had been bad-ass. But they slipped away from him more and more each day, impossible to hold onto.
“You don’t look fine. You used to be a different colour, more pink. Now you’re all waxy and yucky looking.”
“Thanks,” Rory said in a flat tone. This kind of exhaustion he knew well, when he was first training to be a nurse it had bundled up tight in his stomach, was he good enough? When was he going to screw up? Would it hurt someone? Days and days of what seemed like endless shifts, punctuated by beers at the pub and Amy’s grin when she would show up and complain about the kiss-o-gram customers getting handsy. Simple life had been stressful enough. “Just what I needed to hear.”
“Well you do,” the Doctor stopped, squinted at him a bit then got back to work.
Rory went back to staring at the gauge; anything more cerebral was beyond him at this point. It went up, stayed up for a count of three this time before dipping a bit and staying high again. Like it knew he was watching, last time it had been at the bottom. For all he knew, it was watching him and was telling him to sleep in Morse code.
“Ah, ah.” The Doctor said softly; ignoring him completely now for something that looked like a game of pong on the scanner.
“You know, you never answered, do you even have a bed?”
“Several. I just don’t sleep as much as you do, humans dropping off into REM at the drop of a hat.”
“I wish.” His voice came out almost pathetically close to a pout. The conversation lulled again, which was okay, because Rory thought he might have just found the pattern.
“Rory,” He managed to not jump when the Doctor bumped him with his shoulder, “go, get some sleep. I’m going to need you all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed soon. Can’t have you nodding off while we are saving the day-- that would look awful. What will Amy think?”
“Okay,” Rory agreed after hesitating a few moments, he couldn’t make any promises, but he could try. “Doctor?”
“Yes?”
“What does that gauge do?” He nodded at the one he had been watching.
“Well, it’s sort of a fuel gauge,” he did that thing where he kind of shrugged with his eyebrows.
“But it keeps going up and down.”
“It’s a TARDIS; it doesn’t exactly run on petrol now does it?”
Well, can’t argue with that. “Good night.”
“Sleep well Rory.”
He stripped down to his boxers and slid into the bed, sticking to his side out of habit. Somehow it would seem like giving up to sleep in the middle. With that Rory tried to sleep.
--
Rory Williams, ten years and six months old. Amelia’s Mother had just called her inside, they were out playing in the shed (Amelia had wanted it painted blue but they were still trying to break her of that obsession with the blue box and painted it red instead.) He didn’t live too far away, just down the lane so he could go over there after school and play with her all alone.
Amelia was his best friend. He didn’t think that girls really had cooties; his father was a doctor so he knew all about bacteria, and really, everyone had cooties when you look at it that way. He wasn’t very good at football so sometimes it was more fun to place with Amelia then the other boys; at least she wouldn’t make fun of him too much for being smaller.
Twilight was just beginning to darken the sky, the horizon beginning to get dusty with shadows; Rory was walking down the deserted street towards his house. He was still all dressed up, not too long ago they’d found his grandfather’s trunk in the attic, and she insisted on the tweed jacket inside. It was way too big for him still, the ends rolled up over his hands, but Amelia said it made him look the part. Her moon-explorer’s space-invader’s game was always the best.
Scuffing his sneaker on the ground he made his way slowly home for dinner. Mom was making roast tonight and he wasn’t all that excited, she always made it too dry. It was like eating cloth, beef-flavoured cloth. Maybe Dad would be home tonight, but Rory doubted it.
“Rory, that jacket looks a little big for you.”
Rory jumped, spinning on the spot to see a man leaning against the light pole, he wore weird clothes, a kind of frumpy jacket with a bow-tie of all ridiculous things.
“You’re quite small aren’t you?”
“Mom says I’ll grow into it, I’m just a bit slower.” He said quickly, flushing and answering before he could help himself. The stranger smiled at him, crouching down, and Rory took a reflexive step back. “I’m not supposed to talk to strangers.”
“I’m not a stranger; you just haven’t met me yet.” He smiled quick and fidgety, and he didn’t look like the shadowy kind that Mom told him to look out for. He seemed more like Mr. Patterson, the third grade teacher who always smelled of mothballs but always had candy for students who needed help with Math.
“That doesn’t make sense.” Rory declared.
“Sure it does. I’m the Doctor, you’re Rory, now we know each other.”
“It doesn’t work like that.” Rory insisted.
“Well, you’re talking to me aren’t you?” Rory paused, stared at him, and the Doctor gave his head a little shake ‘I won’ implied with the tilt of his chin.
“I guess.”
“Do you know a little girl named Amelia Pond?”
“Yeah, she’s my best friend, and boys can be friends with girls. It’s not weird.” He rolled his eyes, everyone said it was weird.
“Well of course they can! My best friend is a girl.”
“Really?” Rory smiled at him, and well maybe if he wasn’t a stranger, he probably still wasn’t supposed to trust him but he couldn’t help himself, he had a nice smile.
“Absolutely.” He sounded like he was affronted by the idea that having a girl for a bestie was weird. “Girls are the greatest. Now listen to me Rory, this is about girls.”
“I’ve heard about the birds and the bees. Please don’t tell me again.” Rory said quickly, he didn’t want to have to go through that again. This startled a laugh out of this Doctor.
“No, not the birds and the bees. Why do they say that anyways? Bees aren’t interested in birds! Birds are interested in birds, oh, that’s a whole ‘nother analogy. Stop sidetracking me mini-Rory.”
Rory blinked at him.
“Right, I’m going to tell you a secret. You’re going to grow up and be a man one day,” Rory figured that one out on his own, thank you very much. “When you do there is going to come a time where you’re going to need to be very brave. It’s going to be lonely, but you’re going to be able to do it okay?”
“You’re weird.” Rory declared.
“I know.” He ruffled Rory’s hair, and Rory scowled, he hated when people did that. It made him feel like a kid. “Take care of Amelia. Now run along, if you’re not quick your Mum’s going to be mad.”
He was right, it was getting dark fast, Rory muttered a quick good-bye to the strange man and took off full-pelt down the street. If he ran like the wind he could avoid trouble, through the sound of his sneakers hitting the ground he could just barely hear a strange wheezing noise, like wind rushing through the tunnel, but so much louder. That was so weird.
--
Rory woke up when he felt the bed dip, and for a moment he thought it was Amy crawling into bed with him, having stayed up later than him watching the stars spin lazily outside the port-hole on their wall. Only it was the Doctor sitting on the edge of the bed, petting his hair. He hadn’t been sleeping well anyways, tossing and turning half-asleep at best.
“Did you just—?“ Rory asked, watching the Doctor’s face. He smiled faintly the edges of his lips quirking in amusement.
“I did.”
Rory sighed, he could just remember that evening, he edges blurred like an old photograph. He had been so young then, and hadn’t really thought about that night in years, but thinking back on it now gave him a warm glow in his stomach. The Doctor ruffled his hair with a manic grin and Rory swatted at him in annoyance.
“I grew out of that a long time ago.” He groaned but it did kind of feel nice, relaxing and not patronizing the way it once was. No one had tried to ruffle his hair is a really long time.
“Your hair still feels the same, so how can you have grown out of it?” Rory glared at him as best he could with his face smooshed into the pillow. “I need you to be the boy who waited again for me. Amy needs us.”
“I know.” He closed his eyes, squeezing his fingers together until he could feel the dig of his wedding band into the thickness of his finger.
It should have been weird, he was lying there in the faintly purple watery light of the room with the Doctor petting his hair like he was a kid again, only it really wasn’t. It was just them. Rory fell into a deep sleep for the first time since the plastic factory.
When he woke up feeling refreshed, and a little fuzzy like he slept too long, the Doctor was still there, curled around him in his and Amy’s bed, mostly naked (and where did he even get boxers in that exact shade of TARDIS blue?) and fast asleep. Rory lay there for a long time, sleepy and confused, and later he would work on why this didn’t seem weird. Sharing a bed with another man, only he couldn’t lie to himself the Doctor was so much more then just a man.
The only thing he was worried about was how close this was to one of Amy’s fantasies, and how he was going to keep his cool when he told her. When they found her.
Pairing: Eleven/Rory-ish
Rating: PG
SPOILERS: Up to and including episode 06x06 - The Almost People
Summary: Rory isn’t dealing well with Amy being gone and he’s antsy, the Doctor needs him in top form- so they have a heart to heart at various points in time. Then they cuddle. Meant to be a missing scene between 06x06 and 06x07.
Notes: IDEK. This is so pointless D:
“You should get some sleep,” the Doctor said, and it seemed like they were drifting when things weren’t shaking and rattling it was almost like they were motionless. Uninterrupted by the constant low level hum of background noise from the TARDIS Rory had managed to lull himself into a half-awake trance. He slipped when the doctor’s voice startled him, and caught himself just barely from overbalancing. He’d been incredibly productive, holding his chin on his palm watching one of the gauges bounce from low to high at what seemed to be a completely random pattern.
“What, no, I’m fine,” he protested, sitting up a little straighter, the Doctor was working on the instrument panels, long fingers flying expertly over them and lingering occasionally to stroke the knobs like he didn’t know he was doing it. Amy used to nudge him with her shoulder when she would notice the Doctor doing, that sharing a sly secretive grin with him. Rory swallowed, and he knew logically he was tired, but it was so hard to sleep when he was so anxious, waking in the middle of the night with nightmares about not being strong enough to save his family.
Amy was gone, and instead of falling the pieces like the Doctor seemed to think he would, Rory Williams stayed strong. So, he had seen his wife melt into a puddle of plastic goop, he had also died, and been a roman, and survived for two-thousand years. He was a manly man, made of tougher stuff then he looked.
Only now he wished they kept the bunk beds, because the huge ridiculous four-poster the TARDIS had given them was too big. Too big for just him, and it was keeping him up at night, the yawning emptiness and the knots in his stomach all making his heart beat too fast with anxiety. It wasn’t just Amy out there, there was Amy and their child his child. He needed to be strong for the both of them. He wished he had more memories of being the Centurion to draw from, now he had been bad-ass. But they slipped away from him more and more each day, impossible to hold onto.
“You don’t look fine. You used to be a different colour, more pink. Now you’re all waxy and yucky looking.”
“Thanks,” Rory said in a flat tone. This kind of exhaustion he knew well, when he was first training to be a nurse it had bundled up tight in his stomach, was he good enough? When was he going to screw up? Would it hurt someone? Days and days of what seemed like endless shifts, punctuated by beers at the pub and Amy’s grin when she would show up and complain about the kiss-o-gram customers getting handsy. Simple life had been stressful enough. “Just what I needed to hear.”
“Well you do,” the Doctor stopped, squinted at him a bit then got back to work.
Rory went back to staring at the gauge; anything more cerebral was beyond him at this point. It went up, stayed up for a count of three this time before dipping a bit and staying high again. Like it knew he was watching, last time it had been at the bottom. For all he knew, it was watching him and was telling him to sleep in Morse code.
“Ah, ah.” The Doctor said softly; ignoring him completely now for something that looked like a game of pong on the scanner.
“You know, you never answered, do you even have a bed?”
“Several. I just don’t sleep as much as you do, humans dropping off into REM at the drop of a hat.”
“I wish.” His voice came out almost pathetically close to a pout. The conversation lulled again, which was okay, because Rory thought he might have just found the pattern.
“Rory,” He managed to not jump when the Doctor bumped him with his shoulder, “go, get some sleep. I’m going to need you all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed soon. Can’t have you nodding off while we are saving the day-- that would look awful. What will Amy think?”
“Okay,” Rory agreed after hesitating a few moments, he couldn’t make any promises, but he could try. “Doctor?”
“Yes?”
“What does that gauge do?” He nodded at the one he had been watching.
“Well, it’s sort of a fuel gauge,” he did that thing where he kind of shrugged with his eyebrows.
“But it keeps going up and down.”
“It’s a TARDIS; it doesn’t exactly run on petrol now does it?”
Well, can’t argue with that. “Good night.”
“Sleep well Rory.”
He stripped down to his boxers and slid into the bed, sticking to his side out of habit. Somehow it would seem like giving up to sleep in the middle. With that Rory tried to sleep.
--
Rory Williams, ten years and six months old. Amelia’s Mother had just called her inside, they were out playing in the shed (Amelia had wanted it painted blue but they were still trying to break her of that obsession with the blue box and painted it red instead.) He didn’t live too far away, just down the lane so he could go over there after school and play with her all alone.
Amelia was his best friend. He didn’t think that girls really had cooties; his father was a doctor so he knew all about bacteria, and really, everyone had cooties when you look at it that way. He wasn’t very good at football so sometimes it was more fun to place with Amelia then the other boys; at least she wouldn’t make fun of him too much for being smaller.
Twilight was just beginning to darken the sky, the horizon beginning to get dusty with shadows; Rory was walking down the deserted street towards his house. He was still all dressed up, not too long ago they’d found his grandfather’s trunk in the attic, and she insisted on the tweed jacket inside. It was way too big for him still, the ends rolled up over his hands, but Amelia said it made him look the part. Her moon-explorer’s space-invader’s game was always the best.
Scuffing his sneaker on the ground he made his way slowly home for dinner. Mom was making roast tonight and he wasn’t all that excited, she always made it too dry. It was like eating cloth, beef-flavoured cloth. Maybe Dad would be home tonight, but Rory doubted it.
“Rory, that jacket looks a little big for you.”
Rory jumped, spinning on the spot to see a man leaning against the light pole, he wore weird clothes, a kind of frumpy jacket with a bow-tie of all ridiculous things.
“You’re quite small aren’t you?”
“Mom says I’ll grow into it, I’m just a bit slower.” He said quickly, flushing and answering before he could help himself. The stranger smiled at him, crouching down, and Rory took a reflexive step back. “I’m not supposed to talk to strangers.”
“I’m not a stranger; you just haven’t met me yet.” He smiled quick and fidgety, and he didn’t look like the shadowy kind that Mom told him to look out for. He seemed more like Mr. Patterson, the third grade teacher who always smelled of mothballs but always had candy for students who needed help with Math.
“That doesn’t make sense.” Rory declared.
“Sure it does. I’m the Doctor, you’re Rory, now we know each other.”
“It doesn’t work like that.” Rory insisted.
“Well, you’re talking to me aren’t you?” Rory paused, stared at him, and the Doctor gave his head a little shake ‘I won’ implied with the tilt of his chin.
“I guess.”
“Do you know a little girl named Amelia Pond?”
“Yeah, she’s my best friend, and boys can be friends with girls. It’s not weird.” He rolled his eyes, everyone said it was weird.
“Well of course they can! My best friend is a girl.”
“Really?” Rory smiled at him, and well maybe if he wasn’t a stranger, he probably still wasn’t supposed to trust him but he couldn’t help himself, he had a nice smile.
“Absolutely.” He sounded like he was affronted by the idea that having a girl for a bestie was weird. “Girls are the greatest. Now listen to me Rory, this is about girls.”
“I’ve heard about the birds and the bees. Please don’t tell me again.” Rory said quickly, he didn’t want to have to go through that again. This startled a laugh out of this Doctor.
“No, not the birds and the bees. Why do they say that anyways? Bees aren’t interested in birds! Birds are interested in birds, oh, that’s a whole ‘nother analogy. Stop sidetracking me mini-Rory.”
Rory blinked at him.
“Right, I’m going to tell you a secret. You’re going to grow up and be a man one day,” Rory figured that one out on his own, thank you very much. “When you do there is going to come a time where you’re going to need to be very brave. It’s going to be lonely, but you’re going to be able to do it okay?”
“You’re weird.” Rory declared.
“I know.” He ruffled Rory’s hair, and Rory scowled, he hated when people did that. It made him feel like a kid. “Take care of Amelia. Now run along, if you’re not quick your Mum’s going to be mad.”
He was right, it was getting dark fast, Rory muttered a quick good-bye to the strange man and took off full-pelt down the street. If he ran like the wind he could avoid trouble, through the sound of his sneakers hitting the ground he could just barely hear a strange wheezing noise, like wind rushing through the tunnel, but so much louder. That was so weird.
--
Rory woke up when he felt the bed dip, and for a moment he thought it was Amy crawling into bed with him, having stayed up later than him watching the stars spin lazily outside the port-hole on their wall. Only it was the Doctor sitting on the edge of the bed, petting his hair. He hadn’t been sleeping well anyways, tossing and turning half-asleep at best.
“Did you just—?“ Rory asked, watching the Doctor’s face. He smiled faintly the edges of his lips quirking in amusement.
“I did.”
Rory sighed, he could just remember that evening, he edges blurred like an old photograph. He had been so young then, and hadn’t really thought about that night in years, but thinking back on it now gave him a warm glow in his stomach. The Doctor ruffled his hair with a manic grin and Rory swatted at him in annoyance.
“I grew out of that a long time ago.” He groaned but it did kind of feel nice, relaxing and not patronizing the way it once was. No one had tried to ruffle his hair is a really long time.
“Your hair still feels the same, so how can you have grown out of it?” Rory glared at him as best he could with his face smooshed into the pillow. “I need you to be the boy who waited again for me. Amy needs us.”
“I know.” He closed his eyes, squeezing his fingers together until he could feel the dig of his wedding band into the thickness of his finger.
It should have been weird, he was lying there in the faintly purple watery light of the room with the Doctor petting his hair like he was a kid again, only it really wasn’t. It was just them. Rory fell into a deep sleep for the first time since the plastic factory.
When he woke up feeling refreshed, and a little fuzzy like he slept too long, the Doctor was still there, curled around him in his and Amy’s bed, mostly naked (and where did he even get boxers in that exact shade of TARDIS blue?) and fast asleep. Rory lay there for a long time, sleepy and confused, and later he would work on why this didn’t seem weird. Sharing a bed with another man, only he couldn’t lie to himself the Doctor was so much more then just a man.
The only thing he was worried about was how close this was to one of Amy’s fantasies, and how he was going to keep his cool when he told her. When they found her.
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Date: 2011-06-07 01:42 am (UTC)BRB, RECCING TO EVERYONE I KNOW
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Date: 2011-06-07 02:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-06-07 01:58 am (UTC)Awww, Doctor. You are such a dweeb! Sneaking back into time just to help Rory be strong. <333
Also, poor Rory. XD Having to explain to Amy that he'd slept with the doctor.
HAVE YOU WATCHED A GOOD MAN GOES TO WAR YET???
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Date: 2011-06-07 02:47 am (UTC)Lol Amy is going to LOVE that, she wont let them live it down, ever. I diiiiiiiiiiiiiiid And just so much squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. I loved the samurai lesbian lizard lady and her totally cute maid.
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Date: 2011-06-07 03:05 am (UTC)I am glad my hunch was right, but I was watching it again today, and realized that River told her own dad about her fantasy of two doctors. XDD
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Date: 2011-06-11 10:34 pm (UTC)The sidetracking mini-Rory!! The TARDIS blue!! I seriously feel like this scene really happened because it just played out SO well and aksl;kaslk THANK YOU FOR SHARING THIS WITH THE WORLD.
And, well. I can't help but just beam all over at the thought of Rory having to tell Amy this happened. I can kind of imagine the Doctor innocently bouncing on the balls of his feet during the re-telling, lol.
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Date: 2011-06-12 11:48 pm (UTC)Amy would pretend to be annoyed, and Rory would be so nervous. It would be adorable.
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Date: 2011-06-16 07:02 pm (UTC)it is absolute perfection! rory being insecure, yet still so fucking full of conviction! he needs to be strong, and oh, oh doctor, you know just how to handle him, don't you?
and the petting. ♥_________♥
and that last line, oh it's so in character, so perfect!
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Date: 2011-06-16 07:49 pm (UTC)Rory tries, and I love him for it, he tries to hard, and it makes him so earnest, like a puppydog or something. I freaking love the boy for it. It was such a shame we didn't get to see more of Rory and the Doctor's travels as they raised the army.
Thank you, I'm really glad you liked it. The Doctor takes care of his companions~