A/N so I found this and thought I would give it a go, my OTP is Amy and Rory, and one warning unlike all of my other stories, there will be no continuing plot line though this story, its just going to be a collection of drabbles, and oneshots.

Beta'd by Whovian 1.0

Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who, though the rights war will be waged when one day I dethrone Moffat and becoming writer and showrunner of Doctor Who! (Disclaimer for disclaimer: This will most likely not ever happen, but a girl can dream)


Rory Williams sat on a park bench, staring down at a small photograph clutched in his hands, he'd been there for hours, just staring longingly at the photo. His cheeks were wet, and red, from crying, and his clothes held a rumpled look.

He sighed tracing the shape of her face in the picture, it was likely that this would be the only way he would see her face again, on a square of paper, that would fade over time, this thought caused fresh tears to spring into his eyes.

He thinks of her smile, which shone out at him from the picture, he imagined her laughing, them dancing, all of the worlds he'd kissed her on, all the ones he had wanted too on. It was hard to imagine, that mere hours ago she had been so sure about changing his future, that she would leap off of a building with him, and then he hesitated, reading a stupid head stone, and then one touch later, here he was, sitting alone, on a bench in nineteen thirty-eight.

It wasn't fair, what justice was there in that? To try so hard, and to have it taken away anyway? Was that what reality was? A cruel thing that would never be fair, and would deal out justice as it pleased, and leave the rest of them to flounder in what's left? Well he was sick of it, all he wanted was a life with his wife, in the house they had lived in since the hotel of nightmares.

He closed his eyes slowly, tears gathering on his lashes. He missed her, he wished he was still with Amy.

He opened his eyes gazing at the photo intently, as though trying to memorize every detail, he would never have told the Doctor, or even Amy, but secretly he called her Pond. Because while the way it works she should have taken Williams, Amy Pond was a princess in a fairytale, and every time he saw her, he felt like he had been running through a dark expanse, where he was dying of thirst, and he comes upon her, and finds a cool clear pond, that washes away all thirst, and is the one bright spot in the dark, as she refracted any light that came near her, creating her own rainbows.

A sob wracks his body, and unconsciously crumples the picture in his fist. Gasping he realizes what he's done and starts to try and flatten it, smoothing it on his pants leg looking down at it, he see's creases running through it, and he felt angry with himself for letting it happen, his only link to Amy and he crumpled it!

He sighed tucking it into his pocket before he damaged it more.

A shadow fell over him, "cheer up Roman." said a familiar Scottish brogue.

He looked up shocked, "Amy?" she stood before him, her red hair blowing gently in the breeze, her cheeks blotchy from tears, "but…how? You weren't supposed to follow me!"

She laughed, "I meant it when I said together or not at all" she said leaning over him, placing one hand on the back of the bench, "and I'm not one to do what I'm supposed to. I made my choice, and I'm never letting you get away again."

Rory gazed up at her lovingly, reaching up and placing a hand gently on her cheek, before leaning up to kiss her. One thing was true, the picture did her great injustice, the real thing was much better.


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