Okay I know I really shouldn't be starting a new fic seeing as I still having updated my other fics. Please don't kill me I just couldn't get this idea out of my head. I hope you all enjoy it and feel free to press that review button.

A Second Chance

Rory knew that Amy was still hurting. He saw how she looked at children when they passed by, the wistful glances that she shot at young mothers from the neighborhood. She thought he didn't notice when she cried herself to sleep, or when she averted her gaze to shield him from the tears that fell from her face.

Rory had to be strong for Amy it wouldn't do them any good for them to both break down. So he did what any good husband would do, he bottled it all up inside. He put on a brave face and set out every day hoping to lift Amy's spirits in any way possible. Everybody always overlooked him and sent their condolences to Amy. He never even got to hold his own daughter, the real Melody.

Sometimes he'd go out for a walk and just think of what kind of father he would have been. Would he have been the stern yet loving or the fun but firm type? He wished he would have at least had the chance to be a good one.

They had been having a good night. They had been watching some stupid rom-com flick, which he had let Amy choose, and had even laughed at the cheesy jokes. She had smiled throughout the evening and called him stupid face multiple times as he made jokes at the movie's expense.

"Rory, just watch the movie." She giggled as she punched him half-heartedly on the shoulder.

He smiled cheekily at her as he wrapped his arms around her.

"I love you." He whispered as he pressed a chaste kiss to her lips. "You know that right?" He murmured as he stroked her fiery red hair.

"I know." Amy answered as she kissed him deeper than before. "I know." She repeated as her lips gently ghosted over his.

The moment was broken by the strange wheezing sound of the Tardis, coming from their backyard. Rory and Amy disentangled themselves with identical smiles of exasperation.

"He never does get the timing right." Amy stated as she stared at the Tardis that had now invaded their flower beds, again.

"Give him a few minutes to get situated before you decide to kill him." Rory suggested as he stared at what used to be a flower bed full of beautiful tulips.

"I won't kill him." Amy answered, giving him a coy smile in response. "I'll just maim him a bit." She said as she stared at the Tardis through their living room window.

They stared at the Tardis for a minute before Amy got fed up.

"What's taking him so long? All of time and space and he wants to keep us waiting." She ranted as she strode towards the back door.

Rory followed after her at a more sedate pace, reaching her just as she started knocking on the door.

"Doctor it's not nice to keep us waiting! "She yelled as she continued to bang her knuckles against the Tardis door. "Come on Doctor, we don't have all day."

Rory chose not to comment that the Doctor could travel through space and time, and that yes they did have all day. He liked his body intact, thank you very much.

Amy's voice had gone from cross to worried as their alien friend had yet to open the door.

"Rory, something's wrong, he should have opened it by now." She said as she grabbed Rory's arm for comfort. "Come on Tardis, open the door, we just want to help." Amy pleaded as she rested her hand on the Tardis's door.

Minutes passed as Amy tried her hardest to reason with Tardis, tears falling silently from her face.

Rory was losing hope that they would ever be able to enter the Tardis when the door swung open of its own accord allowing them entry.

"Thank you." Amy whispered, lightly caressing the door.

"Doctor!"

The sound of Rory's yelling broke her out of her stupor and she wasted no time in rushing up the stairs. "Doctor, can you hear me? Doctor please answer me." Amy yelled, tears threatening to escape from her eyes.

"Over here." Rory yelled, as he spotted a heap of clothing below the Tardis console.

Amy let out a gasp of surprise as she stared down at the figure clad in an ill-fitting tweed jacket and a bowtie. She felt as if her eyes might pop out of her head as she stared at the figure in amazed horror.

His face was devoid of his usual sharp cheekbones, only marked by the purple bruises that littered his temple and cheek that stood out in contrast to his pale skin. His brown hair stood in his signature messy coif mused even more by the ground his head was resting on. His trademark blue bowtie sat prominently askew around his neck, making his appearance look more disheveled than before. This was her raggedy man alright and he looked exactly like an eight year old.

Next chapter will be up soon and will be a tad longer than this. Feel free to tell me what you think like it, hate it, any criticism is welcome as long as it's constructive.