AN: I've never wrote anything Amy/Rory before, so forgive me if this is rubbish.

If you think it isn't, then I'd love a review:-) It's set after the events of ''Amy's Choice.'' I've only recently got back into DW, so sorry if I've made any mistakes. The title is from the song shiver by coldplay.

Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who or anything involved with it. I'm just borrowing two characters for a tiny oneshot(:

Amy stared at the patterns of the ceiling (could you even call it that?) of the TARDIS, inspecting every circle and line, anything that could distract her from the feel of the ashy powder sliding through her fingertips and how The Doctor couldn't do anything to save him. Her chest, that's what hurt the most. The surprise of the pain that slammed in her heart from realising that he was gone, even though it was all just a twisted, cruel dream.

She had just been filled with this need to be with him again, even risking her own life and the one of her child.

To be with Rory.

Her silly old Rory, the one who she was engaged to but still wasn't sure what she even felt for him, until that moment when he was no longer there. She even missed that stupid pony tail of his. She would have put up with that, you know, if he was just there with her again in Leadworth.

(She was relieved that she didn't have to, though. For obvious reasons.)

And she loved him. She knew that now. She swore to herself that she was never going to forget that, her heart wouldn't allow it now that she knew for sure. She needed him to never forget it either. He deserved that, at least.

She looked over at him as they lay on the floor of the TARDIS, where he was too, looking at the patterns and colours of the incredible machine.

''Rory,'' she whispered.

He blinked, breaking out of his trance and looking at her, a sleepy smile spreading on his face. ''Yeah?''

''I love you,''

Rory didn't say anything for a couple of seconds, until he asked quietly, ''Are you sure?'' He looked sceptic.

Is that what she's done, made him unsure of how she feels? Yet despite that, he stays. He always stays; he never leaves her, even if he thought that she didn't love him.

But she does, she really does.

''Of course I'm sure, you idiot.'' She took his hand in hers and intertwined their fingers. ''Even if you did have that ridiculous pony tail.''

He feigned shock, chuckling quietly. ''I was thinking about growing it, actually. You know, after seeing how good I looked.''

''Don't you dare.''

''Nah,'' He laughed, bringing her hand up to his lips and kissing it. ''Oh, and I love you, too.''

She's always known. Ever since those days of playing ''The Raggedy Doctor'' in her garden. He stayed with her, even then, when the kids called her weird. He didn't. He gave her ideas for monsters and helped her make paper mache versions of the TARDIS, he even bought her blue paint for her birthday once when she ran out and her Aunt Sharon refused to buy anymore. That's how she knew.

(Though the seven hour reminders helped as well).

Amy smiled, ''I know.''