Rory the Raggedy Doctor

"You're not raggedy enough and your hair is all wrong," said Amelia.

Rory didn't like the determined way she was approaching him. He backed-up, only to find himself against a wall. It was always like this with him and her.

Amelia was tearing at his school uniform jacket now. He protested, defending himself, but careful not to hurt her.

"No, no! Mum's going to have a fit if I go home with another hole in my jacket," he said, pleading his case.

The last time they did this, he'd come home with a torn sleeve. His mother didn't believe that 'wee little Amelia' could have been the cause of it.

Amelia huffed, "Alright, you don't have to be so raggedy. But get the noise right this time."

She grabbed his arm and dragged him over to the large cardboard box, painted an uneven blue. She made him step inside and sit down on one of the small stools that were in there. She took a seat next to him and glared.

Rory tried but by looking at her face, he knew he was failing.

It was hard to get a sound one never heard before right. Amelia's instructions - it sounding like a sonic whale - weren't very helpful or made much sense to him.

But she seemed to be tolerating his efforts, so he kept on.

"You can stop now, we've landed," she said. Rory's lungs were starting to hurt from all the wheezing, so he was glad.

"Where are we?" he asked, not sure what his script was.

Amelia thought about it for a second, " We're on Zoolia, an ancient jungle planet. We're here to rescue the elephant princess Soralia."

Rory raised an eyebrow, "The elephant's a princess?"

She gave him that look – that 'You are so daft!' look.

"No! She is a princess of elephants."

Rory nodded. Of course, that made much more sense.

"So what do we now?"

He might be playing the Doctor, but Amelia was clearly in charge.


"Mum?"

Rory's mother looked at him. He had a scratch on his face that he'd explained by telling her that he'd jumped down a waterfall because a giant armadillo was chasing him.

"Yes Rory?"

"Do you think I could be a doctor when I grow up?" he asked her.

She smiled, "If you put your mind to it, I think you could be anything dear."

Rory smiled.

He was so going to be a doctor someday.


A/N This was inspired by a Steven Moffat interview I read or saw in which he talked about Rory having to play second fiddle to Amy's raggedy Doctor all his life and then trying to be like Doctor put failing because he only was a nurse or something like that. Anyway, it sparked this silly little piece...