AN: Okay, so this is an idea that struck me awhile back and her present just seemed absolutely perfect for the story that's currently being run on TV.
Disclaimer: So not mine. If it was Rory would not keep dying.
"Aunt Sharon, no one's here!" Ten year-old Amelia Pond squealed angrily throwing the party hat to the floor. "Why is no one here?"
"Amelia, I'm so sorry!" Her Aunt said bending down to look her in the eye. "Don't cry though, dear, you can still open the presents from me and your Grandma and Grandpa and Nana."
"This is the worst birthday ever." She hissed storming up the stairs. When she reached the top she started sobbing and ran to her bedroom. She slammed the door behind her and collapsed onto her bed crying. There was knock on her door. Amelia's eyes shot open. She glanced at the door as it creaked open. Someone about her height, but with short brown hair slipped into the room. She sat up whipping her eyes and smiled weakly at Rory Williams standing awkwardly by her bedroom door with a black eye.
"You came?" Amelia said still crying, but she was smiling. She patted the spot beside her on her bed so that her best friend could sit down. He would sit down anywhere without an invitation. Apparently it was impolite as he'd told her so many times.
"I'll always come for you." Rory said plopping down next to her with a cheery smile. "What happened to your face?" She asked looking at him curiously.
"Nothing." He grumbled. He started smirking. "Why am I here again?"
"It's my birthday." Amelia whispered to him as though it was a huge secret.
"Oh, so that's why my mum gave me this." Rory said pulling a present out of his pocket. He handed it to her and she just stared at it. "Well," Rory whined. "Are you going to open it?"
"Oh, right!" Amelia said with a grin breaking across her face. She pulled the paper off quickly and gasped as she caught sight of the journal. "Where did you find it?" She asked beaming at the book as she moved her hands across the cover. It looked just like the Doctor's blue box. The same box that had destroyed her shed.
"My dad helped me make it." Rory said looking at her somewhat sheepishly. "I cut my hand making it." He said somewhat proudly opening his left hand to reveal a large white bandage wrapped around his hand. She grabbed it quickly pulling it towards her face.
"Are you okay?" She asked.
"Yeah, but I had to get stitches." Rory grumbled scrunching his nose up. Amelia dropped his hand.
"Thank you, Rory." She said kissing him on the cheek. They both looked away from each other blushing slightly. Amelia stared at her journal. "People think I'm mad don't they?" She sighed. "That's why no one else came."
"Who cares if they think you're mad." Rory hissed angrily. It was so unlike him to get angry that Amelia jumped. "If they think you're mad, then I know that they are because who wouldn't want to talk to you?"
"You're the person who got into a fight with Jeff!" She gasped with renewed interest in the black eye.
"Yeah, I am." Rory mumbled.
"Jeff's twice your size." Amelia said. "Why would you pick a fight with him?"
"He told me that you were a nutter, so I punched him." Rory said proudly.
"Rory, you moron," Amelia laughed. They spent the rest of the day eating cake and ice cream as they laughed and chatted. That was the day that Amelia knew that no matter where she was and no matter what happened her Rory would come for her and he would always protect her. Other people would leave and abandon her, but Rory would never do that. He would always be there: always.
AN: So there it is! Doesn't it just seem like something that would happen? Just a touch of the devotion we see in Rory as the Last Centurion while he's a little kid.