And so Amy Pond became Amy Williams at last.
Amy tried to settle into domestic life with Rory. At first it wasn't hard because she genuinely enjoyed it. It was a new adventure, and Amy was always up for adventures. He got a job as a nurse and took classes online to start working toward his doctorate. She got a secretary job at the hospital he worked at. Life started to gain a routine.
Every morning Amy would wake up with her husband beside her and get ready for an easy steady job. After work, Rory would do his class work while Amy tidied up the house and cooked some dinner. They had become the perfectly normal suburban couple.
And Amy hated it.
She didn't want to hate it. She wanted to love it, she really did, but she just couldn't get into it as much as Rory did. Amy had always loved excitement, loved trying new things, and above all else, loved adventure. Rory was the opposite of almost all of that. Rory was safety, Rory was routine, and Rory was simple. He didn't ask for much, but he didn't do much to satisfy Amy's hunger for the unknown either. Sure, he would try, he would bring home a new recipe that he thought Amy would enjoy, or he would try surprising his wife with gifts, but it wasn't enough. Amy had tasted the ultimate adventure, and after that, everything else tasted bland.
She really loved Rory and wanted badly to make him happy by continuing on with their average and subtle life in a small town, but after two years of it, she was starting to rip her hair out from monotony.
"Hey, Amy," Rory greeted his wife with a quick peck on the lips. She smiled back at him. He'd been at work later than she had since one of his patients had decided it would be much fun to pull out his catheter. Amy had, as a result, gotten home before him.
Rory sniffed the air. "Roast chicken?" he guessed.
"Of course," Amy replied. Just like every Tuesday…she added in her head. She had started making the same meal on the same day of the week for four consecutive weeks now, but if Rory had noticed, he didn't seem to care.
"Great. I'll be in the living room with the laptop catching up on classwork, okay?" Rory said. Amy nodded and watched him bounce out of the room happily.
Every day pretty much went exactly like that. The two of them ate dinner followed by a show on the television, and before they knew it, it was time for them to go to bed.
"Goodnight, sweetheart," Rory said with a gentle kiss on her forehead. He rolled over in bed, facing away from Amy. He had a thing where he always slept on the left side of the bed and always had to be facing in the left direction. He was, after all, a creature of habit.
"Goodnight," Amy returned.
Within a few minutes, Rory was snoring lightly and Amy was lying poker-straight in bed, wide awake. Maybe I should just have a cup of tea to relax me.
Careful not to wake her slumbering husband, Amy got up out of bed and crept down the stairs to put on a kettle. Thankfully the kettle boiled water without the shriek Amy was accustomed to from her youth, so it did not wake Rory.
Once the tea was ready, Amy held it in her hands to warm them up before sipping at it slowly. When she was approximately halfway through her cup, she heard a noise from outside. She looked outside eagerly, but it was just a dog that had gotten out of the neighbor's house and was being chased down by a young boy. What was I thinking? Nothing exciting happens in Leadworth.
Amy sighed and turned from the window, disappointed. She returned to her cup of tea feeling resigned. It was when she was down to the last dregs of her tea that she heard another noise. It was a noise that she had dreamed about almost every night for the past two years, a noise that she would never forget. It was the trumpet for adventure, the call of escapades.
Amy ran outside despite being in her nightgown. Sure enough, there it was, blue and boxy, just as she remembered it. The TARDIS was parked on her back lawn. Her heart was thumping in her chest and her mind was buzzing with excitement.
The door to the blue box swung open to reveal the same messy haired man she remembered, her ridiculous Doctor. He gave her a halfhearted grin, running a hand through his wild locks. His deep-set dark eyes gave her an expression that she couldn't quite place.
"Amelia Pond," the Doctor greeted her. Amy beamed at him. She wanted to run up to him and hug him like there was no tomorrow, to beg him to take her on at least one short trip away from monotonous Leadworth, but she did neither of those things.
"Watch it, Doctor, it's Amy Williams now," she corrected him.
"Right. Amy Williams. Well, I'm sorry to start off our reunion in such an unpleasant way, but..." the Doctor paused. "Amy, if you don't come with me, then Rory will die," the Doctor said.