Inevitable
Summary: She's Amy. He's Rory. In the end, it's inevitable. One-shot. Spoilers for 6x13, 'The Wedding of River Song'.
Author's Note: I struggled with an idea for a fic after watching the finale, but then I looked at my prompt table, saw the word 'train', and this happened.
Disclaimer: Don't own it; don't sue me.
It's late at night, the pterodactyls are quiet, and the gentle rocking of the rail car is a soothing invitation to sleep, but the lights are still burning in Amy Pond's office as she pushes aside the schematics of Caesar's palace and pulls out a half-finished sketch.
Closing her eyes with pencil in hand, she breathes deeply and tries to call up her husband from the depths of her memory. He features frequently in her dreams - flashes of moments they have shared, the sound of his laughter, the touch of his lips - but every time she wakes up, his face fades from her mind. She is always left with the warmth of the memory of his love, and the dull ache of knowing that this current reality is all that is left.
She opens her eyes and stares at the sketch, idly shading in the hair that she knows isn't quite right. The man drawn on her page is handsome, but there's something missing, some essence that she knows belongs to the real Rory alone, something that she can't seem to capture no matter how many sketches she attempts.
Restless, she gets up and stands before the wall of other sketches, eyes and fingers tracing the familiar images. It's strange that she can so clearly recall these minute details - the faces of the monsters she's run from, the design of the Pandorica, the perfect blue of the TARDIS - and yet the face of the most important man in her life eludes her.
Where are you? she wonders angrily in a sudden blaze of longing. When am I going to find you?
And what will happen when she does? Does he remember her? Has he been looking for her, too? Or will she find him and look into his eyes, only to be dismissed as a stranger? She can't bear the possibility that she will find him and he will not be hers.
A sharp rap at the door interrupts her thoughts, and she turns.
"We're about to arrive, ma'am," Captain Williams informs her, efficient and professional as always. "I've got my men ready to go."
Amy clears her throat as, with an effort, she draws herself away from her memories and back into the present. "Yes, thank you, Captain Williams."
"Do you need anything more, ma'am?"
She pauses. There are a great many things that she needs - her husband, her best friend, her baby girl. But Captain Williams can give her none of these things.
"No," she says finally. "No, that will be all, Captain."
He nods and walks briskly away. Something in his gait reminds her of something - a fleeting memory brushing at the edges of her mind - but he disappears from sight and it's gone, as quickly as it came.
She sits back down at her desk and lightly, lovingly, touches the sketch.
Finding him may not be as straightforward as finding the Doctor. She may not know where he is or remember what he looks like. He may not remember her at all. But in this reality, she's still Amy. Somewhere out there, he's still Rory. And somehow, they will find a way to each other again.
Fin