PREFACE

There is no noise but the gentle hum of the TARDIS engine. Amy and the Doctor stand rigidly on the main console platform. The Doctor has his hand on the lever, Co-ordinates set. Amy is crying silently. The Doctor breaks the silence.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

Amy sniffs and nods her head, "Yes. I can't break his heart like this. I can't stand it. It would be better if he never knew me at all."

With a single nod, the TARDIS sprung in to motion. Time was about to be rewritten.

CHAPTER 1

My name is Rory Williams. I was born in Scotland but moved to Ireland after nursing school. I am 29 years old. I am a full time nurse. I have these dreams. Dreams of a beautiful red headed woman. Her name is Amy Pond. In my dreams she is my wife and we travel through time and space with a mysterious man called the Doctor. It all sounds mad, I know, but who isn't these days?

I slouch down at the bar. It seems to be my daily routine these days. Wake up at 6 AM, get to work by 7, leave at 5PM, get to the pub by 6 and stay till 10. Then the next day I wake up and do it all over again. I always liked routine. Once I got in to the flow of something I never wanted to change.

The barkeep hands me a mug of ale.

"Thanks," I mutter, taking a sip.

I never get too drunk. I just have a beer or two then sit around and chat for a few hours before I can drive home.

A young man sits down next to me at the bar. I take a quick glance at him, to acknowledge his position next to me. After a second, I glance back, really looking this time. He is young. He has short wavy brown hair that whisks over his eyebrows. His eyes are an icy blue. His lips a light pink, full, kissable.

I quickly look away. What was I thinking? He is just a boy. I have known of my sexual preference for some time now, but I have never been one to go after teenagers. EEven very good looking ones.

I can't help but sneak another glance at him. He catches me this time and smiles. He leans back on his stool, turning to face me.

He raises his eye brows at me, "see anything you like?"

His thick Irish accent melts in my mouth.

I look away again, "Aren't you a bit too young to be hanging about a pub?"

"I'm 27, mate, I've just got a baby face."

He was obviously flirting. With a face like that he had a free pass to, with who ever he wanted.

"Can I buy you a drink?"

"I'm sure you can, mate. You look like a man with money".

"What'll it be, then?"

"I'll have another of whatever he's got," he says to the barman, gesturing to me.

"I didn't catch your name," I say once he turns back to me.

"It's Rory, Rory Flanagan. And what about you?"

"I'm called Rory too. Rory Williams."

"Well that'll make it easy to remember then," he gives me a wink.

I shake my head. This guy was too much.

He leans closer to me, "I'm a man who knows what he wants, Rory Williams".

He leans in even closer and kisses me on the lips. I don't hesitate to kiss him back. He was quite good at it. After a few seconds he pulls away from me, a smile on his face.

"And I always get what I want," he whispers in to my mouth.

"Wouldn't you like to go some place more private?"

He leans away abruptly, "I haven't even gotten a chance to finish my drink yet, Mr. Williams. The night is young! There is no need to rush".

I chuckle. What a tease.

The bar keep sets a mug of ale down in front of Rory.

"Thanks, mate," he nods to him and takes a sip, "So, Mr. Williams," he fronts, turning back to me.

"Rory," I correct.

"Fine, Rory, where are you working?"

"Up at the Hospital".

"Ah! A doctor! No wonder you're so good looking".

"A nurse, actually".

"Ah, well, all the same to me, mate".

I raise my eyebrows, "And what about you, Mr. Flanagan?"

"Please, Rory".

I smile at this, "Alright, Rory, where are you working?"

"On the stage, mate, I'm a singer!"

"Bullocks you are!" I exclaim.

"No, really. I'll sing a song for you! Right now!" he stands up, "Hey Barman! Anyway I could steal the stage?"

"Karaoke is on Fridays".

"Oh, come on mate, just one song".

"Alright, fine."

Rory runs up and jumps on the stage, a huge grin on his face. Without hesitation, he begins to sing in to the microphone, totally A Capela. It was a song from the Musical: "West Side Story". I didn't know it very well but it didn't matter. His voice has smooth and compelling, drawing me in with every note. It was enough to make any girl (or boy) drool and fall head first in love. By the time he was finished that is exactly what happened. I was completely moon struck. A few gals at a table in the corner were shouting for seconds.

"Thank you," Rory says in to the microphone, "But I promised only one song. Sorry ladies."

"Awww!" they cried out in unison.

All I can do it grin as he comes strutting back to meet me.

"So, what do you think?"

"I think you are gorgeous," I say, standing up.

I kiss him on the lips. He doesn't resist at all this time, slipping his tongue in to my mouth. I welcome him, wrapping my arms around him, hungrily. His lips wander from my mouth to my neck.

"You said there was somewhere more private we could go?" He whispers in my ear before nibbling on it gently.

I gasp from the sensation, "my place, if you don't mind".

He pulls away, finally, "Not at all, let's go".

He slides his hand in to my back pocket, pulling out my wallet. He removes a 10 pound note from it and sets in on the counter. He hands the wallet back to me and heads toward the door.

"Thanks for the ales, mate. Ladies," he nods to them.

They giggle, obviously turned on by our little encounter.

"Goodnight," I nod the bar keep before following Rory out the door.