Yeah, so basically I was so cut up about Rory's "death" (even when he's probably going to come back) I had to write a fanfic.
It was a split second decision.
And when Rory thought about it, it wasn't fair. Not fair in the slightest. They'd done it, hadn't they? They'd been brilliant and come up with a plan and saved the world again, and they were going to fly away with the Doctor in his magic time machine, like it should be.
But she – Restac, the Silurian – still had the gun. Still wanted revenge. On the Doctor. It hadn't ended yet, he realised as he saw her finger move on the trigger.
Rory registered many things at once.
The look of shock on the Doctor's face, which appeared almost comical, as did any expression the Doctor could muster. Maybe that was why the Doctor was so brilliant – he could instantly make anyone feel safe, lighten any situation no matter how terrible. Rory had hero-worshipped him nearly as much as Amy had, been the model of what he'd wanted to be. Except, he'd never quite managed it. The Universe needed the Doctor. And so did Amy.
"Doctor!"
He propelled himself forward, into the red jet of blinding, sickening pain, numbing his brain as he toppled to the floor.
"Rory!" Amy screamed.
And then there was the Doctor shouting and the whine of the sonic screwdriver, and Amy next to him with an expression of disbelief and horror.
"I don't understand," he said, suddenly panicking. He'd done it. He'd been shot. He was going to die.
"Don't talk," Amy whispered, "Doctor, is he going to be okay? We have to get him onto the TARDIS."
"We were on the hill," Rory protested, "I can't die here."
"Don't say that," Amy said, her voice shaking, on the verge of tears. This didn't make her look any less beautiful, of course. He was lucky, he thought fleetingly. Everyone said it, but he hadn't realised properly until now. She really was the most wonderful thing that had ever happened to him, and it was so bitterly, horribly unfair that he would have to lose her, when…. They were going to get married. Ten years ago. Tomorrow morning.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered, but then the pain was gripping him again, vice-like, "I'm sorry."
Woah, angst xD. This is mostly emotion-fuelled, which is why it's crap, but my mind is at peace now.