A/N I was very unsatisfied with the way Moffat took Amy and the Doctor after Amy's Choice. Here's how I rewrote their story to soothe my aching heart.
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Stuck. Stuck in a quaint little alien suburb. The TARDIS was supposed to be able to take them to unimaginable places and times, and for the past week they'd been somewhere indistinguishable from an English village. Except that the people were blue.
"Why is the TARDIS taking so long to fix herself?" Amy had asked the Doctor after the first two days.
"It's not her fault," he had answered defensively "She's never had to reacclimatise to a new setting in this quadrant of the solar system. The gravity change must have altered her circuit preferences."
But he was getting bored too, she could tell.
They were staying with a lovely young (blue) couple he seemed to know from some previous excursion. As far as Amy could tell, the male was a sort of ambassador, and from a wealthy family. The female, assumedly his wife, was exceedingly pregnant. They were spending their days helping the young couple do up their house and move in baby furniture.
The Doctor had spent the first couple of days helping with considerable vigour, excited as always to be in a new place and seeing another culture. After the novelty wore off, however, he had started developing some rather amusing twitches, undoubtedly due to the lack of adventures to be had.
Amy wasn't quite as bored. She was very interested in their hosts, who were obviously deeply in love. She had begun to notice that Soloquan, the male, was very assertive over his other half, expecting her to service his every need. It made Amy very uncomfortable, watching Katria scuttle about so obediently. Especially when she noticed Rory watching them.
"They're so happy together." He mused to her one evening.
"I suppose," she answered "but don't you think it's kind of weird how… subservient she is?" Rory glanced at her warily.
"It's just a different culture Amy, they behave differently."
"Do you sometimes wish I was more like that?" She watched his reaction out of the corner of her eye. His features remained blank.
"I love you the way you are." He stated simply. Her face lifted and she smiled at him. She got up off the bed they were sharing and approached their bathroom to brush her teeth, feeling warm and light.
"Except… maybe sometimes…" His voice trailed off hesitantly. She whipped her head back around the frame of the bathroom door, eyes glaring warningly.
"Sometimes what?" He looked at her, a scared expression on his face.
"Nothing, you're perfect. Wouldn't change a thing." Amy fixed her gaze on him menacingly, breathing hard as anger flared up inside her.
"I'm not about to become a stay-at-home housewife, you do know that?" She was biting back her aggravation, clenching her teeth to try and retain some composure.
"That's not what I'm saying." Rory huffed dismissively.
"Well then, what are you saying? Out with it!"
"I just think they seem very content with the way things are, whereas you…"
He gesticulated widely, as though vainly trying to articulate all the difficulties Amy brought him. Then he let his arms drop and looked directly into her face.
"You ran away the night before our wedding with another man."
"In a time machine!"
"With another man." He repeated grimly.
They stood, looking at each other across a gulf.
"I don't want to be cooped up in some suburban home, looking after your children while you go out and accomplish your dreams."
"I'm not saying you have to- "
"But don't you see that's where this will end up? You want to be a doctor, Rory, and that's a full time job - more than full time - and you want kids! Are you planning on hiring a nanny?"
Rory looked taken aback, as though the thought had never occurred to him. In that moment feelings she had never felt towards this boy began to surface: Bitterness, and contempt. Had he really never considered the kind of cage he was leading her into? She was Amelia Pond! She had rescued a star whale and inspired Vincent Van Gogh! Was she to disappear into a normal life and lose all of what she had found with the Doctor?
Rory was still looking at her.
"Are you saying you wouldn't want to take care of our children?"
"I don't want that to be… I don't want to become that kind of…" She looked into his wide eyes and knew that what she was about to say would change things forever.
"I want to be more than that."
Rory bent his head, hiding his face from view.
"More than my wife?"
"If that's what being your wife means to you," she hesitated, but only for a moment "then yes."
The seconds ticked by. Amy stood in the doorway watching Rory, whilst he stared resolutely down at the bedspread.
He broke the silence.
"Maybe we should cool off. I'll go and sleep downstairs tonight." He pushed himself off the bed with a squeaking of springs and left without looking at her.
Amy sagged back against the doorframe. Her mind was numb. Even though she had finally confronted Rory with her true thoughts, she felt as though she had triggered an avalanche of future consequences. No going back now.
I've got the whole story written already, so I'm going to publish it in blocks of chapters. Read on to find out what happens next!
