Just a warning: I don't particulary like the 11th Doctor. I am just too much of a tenth fan to succumb to liking the 11th too much. But, I love Rory. I feel like he's been put aside as the girl he loved fantasised about a strange man. Set after The Girl Who Waited.
Always Amelia
It was always Amy. Well, it was Amelia before it was Amy. Amelia was before Amy. Amelia was the naïve child with an expanse of imagination and a love of Ancient Rome. Amy was the second-guessing hardened girl who trusted only Rory and Mels (not forgetting her precious 'raggedy Docor'). Rory remembers when Amelia turned into Amy. It was over night. She came to school, disappointment etched intricately into her face.
"Amelia," he said, meeting her in their classroom. A question was on his lips, but he didn't actually say it; he didn't want to upset her further.
She smiled at him. A smile that wasn't Amelia's; it was Amy's. "It's Amy," she replied, "Amelia sounds too young."
"But you are young!" the seven-year-old protested, baffled. She had a nice name, the type a princess would. He knew Amelia wasn't a princess, she could help herself. But, then again, some of her traits were near-identical to that of a soft, kind hearted princess.
"Yeah, exactly! Amy makes me sound older." Rory didn't exactly have anything to say; Amy knew this and turned away from him, talking to Mels, who looked on with an amused expression.
Despite the miniscule fact Rory did call Amelia Amy, she was always Amelia. Especially now, looking peaceful, almost asleep, and almost dead. She was Amelia when she was asleep. She was Amelia to him. She was always Amelia.