Title: Sound Of The Storm
Pairing: Amy/Rory
Summary: A thunder storm rages near Amy and Rory's home in 1938 and Amy turns to Rory for comfort. Set after the Angels Take Manhattan.
It has been six months since the Weeping Angels took them and taken them to 1938 America. Amelia Williams was sitting comfortably on the couch reading a book with a glass of red wine just in reach on the table beside her and the wind was howling against the side of the house and the branches of the trees rattled against the windows. The night was dark and the rain pitter pattered heavily against the building.
Amy ignored the sound of the storm, concentrating on her book before the lights flickered on and off. Anxiously. she looked up and began to feel nervous. The last time she remembered the lights flickering on and off, it was the Weeping Angels that tore her and Rory away from the Doctor. Their best friend.
"Rory?" She called, feeling a little timid and as soon as she said her husband's name, the power went out.
"Amy?" He asked and she heard him creeping into the front room before he sat next to her. "Great now the power is out. Just what we needed." He threw his hands up in the air with frustration.
"Hold me please," She whispered and she put her book aside.
Rory heard the desperation in her voice and he wrapped his arms around her protectively, kissing her on her forehead. "Better?" He inquired.
She leaned her head on his chest, listening to his heart beat beating softly against her. "Much," She replied. "I wasn't disturbing you was I?"
"Nah. You're always my number one priority you know that right? Everything else can wait," He began to stroke her hair and she smiled slightly as his fingers ran through it.
"I'm glad. I'm never nervous, it's just the lights..." She bit her lip and Rory nodded in understanding.
When lights flicker, it meant nothing but trouble. Rory and Amy learnt that the hard way.
For a while, they sat there bathing in the silence. Amy resting her head against her husband's chest whilst Rory ran his fingers through his wife's ginger hair. Nothing needed to be said for the moment. Both just needed comfort and hope that the storm would go away and the power would come back on as soon as possible.
"Anything from River?" Amy asked.
"She sent us a letter saying that she's going to come and visit soon." He smiled. That gorgeous smile that Amy would never stop loving, the reason why she fell in love with him in the first place. "Said she has a few surprises for us,"
"Oh!" Her eyes brightened up. "You forgot Rory that our daughter is always full of surprises,"
Rory chuckled. "That you are right Mrs. Williams."
As soon as he said it, there was a flash of lightening and Amy snuggled deeper into Rory's sweater. Trying to ignore the howling wind and rain that more of less sounded like an army of Daleks firing their weapons.
"Do you want the fire on?" Rory questioned her.
She shook her head and Rory smiled fondly.
"Do you think the Doctor is in a rage?" They both knew that whenever the Doctor was angry, a storm would follow him. No matter where he is in time and space.
"I don't know...I just hope he's not alone." Amy replied.
They were both lost in thought before they felt themselves slowly drifting off to sleep. Rory was sat there holding his wife protectively by the waist as though some sort of monster would come and take her away and for that moment, it felt like they were the only two people in the world waiting for the storm to come to an end.