Teeny lil fic (: Reviewers will be given fish custard!! Or just lots of love...
and WHY is Rory not on the character options? Chuh, poor Rory.
He was loosing her. It had been two years since the Doctor had swooped in and saved the world from an eyeball-wielding alien. Two years since her imaginary friend had proved himself real. And it had been two years since he'd left without as much as a goodbye. Amy began to change, then. She still smiled, still laughed, but Rory could see she was in another world. He could see she was missing her raggedy Doctor, and that all her feisty, Scottish, Amy-ness was fading. Rory could tell it would only return when the Doctor did so.
He had taken her soul, and didn't even know it. And in some ways, Rory hated the Doctor for his blindness. Years; that's how long it had taken a skinny nurse-boy to win Amy Pond's heart, and some doctor had done it in an instant, not even realising what he'd done.
She was slipping away, and Rory had done something stupid, something brash, something so un-Rory. He had proposed. Yes, you heard right: Rory Williams had asked Amy Pond to marry him. He didn't know why she'd accepted. He didn't know why he'd asked. He wasn't ready- she wasn't ready, and the whole thing was a fucking mess. And it was all his fault.
And then it had happened. That night, after two years.
He'd heard that unmistakeable whir of his space ship. The Doctor's space ship. Rory was asleep on the sofa downstairs when he was awoken by the noise. And he was too slow. He was too slow to get up and stop her.
And now he stands at the church, alone. Of course he knows. He knows she's with him. On Amy Pond's wedding day, she's far, far away. In time and space, in a magic blue box with Rory's superior. Always his superior. Her imaginary friend-turned real-life hero. Her knight in charred Converse shoes. The Doctor. Standing alone in the rain, thinking about how he should be married today, Rory Williams hated that Doctor. And one day he would get his Amy back. One day.