This is just something I decided to do.
"Rory!" the Doctor yelled from outside the locked TARDIS door. "You're going to have to fly the TARDIS! She'll keep you within this year; you just have to do what she tells you."
The sound of the TARDIS lifting off was getting louder and Rory was desperately trying to unlock the door of the police box. "I can't fly the TARDIS, Doctor!"
"You have to, Rory!" shouted Amy. "We'll find you again."
"What if I don't land on earth?"
"You will," the Doctor said; Rory heard the sound of the Sonic. "There. I locked her coordinates to earth, I just don't know where you'll be exactly. Once you get there, you'll need to call me from ins—"
And Rory felt the TARDIS lift off the ground and begin to spin.
"You can do it, Rory!" Amy and the Doctor yelled together.
And then the mechanical sounds of the TARDIS reached a point where Rory could no longer hear himself.
"Um… TARDIS!" he said loudly, running up the stairs to the control panel. "WHAT DO I DO?"
A female voice came from the little screen above the typewriter. "Don't worry, Rory Williams," it said calmly. Rory seemed to be hearing the sound of her voice from inside his head rather than on sound waves that traveled a few yards. "I'll take you where you need to go. Just do exactly what I tell you."
After the TARDIS directing him on which buttons to push and which levers to pull, the police box made the familiar parking sound and the female voice said kindly, "Earth, Rory Williams," and vanished.
Rory went to the door and undid the lock; it clicked opened easily. He stumbled out of the TARDIS and felt a cool salty breeze welcome him to… wherever he was.
There was a woman with blonde hair of medium length sitting on a park bench. She was sipping from a cup of coffee and looked at Rory as if she had been waiting for him. The blonde lowered her cup and stared at him over the rim until he reached her. She was wearing pink gloves that revealed the tips of her polished fingernails, a blue-colored pea coat, tight black pants on legs that were crossed delicately, and black heels that tapped a slow rhythm.
"Well?" she said with a smile, raising her head expectantly at him. She placed the cup on her lap with her hands wrapped around it to warm them. "Gonna tell me what happened?"
His face twisted into a confused mask. "Uh—what?"
She got up and held out her hand. Rory moved forward to shake it. "Rose Tyler. I received a message on the Psychic Paper." Rose pulled out a small, crumpled piece of paper from her coat pocket with Meet Rory Williams at Council Park 4:38 p.m., September 5, 2011 –Signed, the TARDIS written on it in neat, printed letters and showed it to him.
"You've got some explaining to do," she said, brushing a piece of hair out of her face. "That's not your little blue box."
Rory put up his hands defensively as Rose went to take a sip from her coffee. "I swear, I didn't steal it. Someone locked the Doctor and Amy out of the TARDIS and I had to fly it here."
Rose's eyebrows furrowed and she lowered her drink. "Oh, I know you didn't st—you can fly the TARDIS?" she asked curiously.
"No, no, she helped me, the TARDIS."
Rose broke into a kind smile. "No need to look so worried, Rory," she said, giving him a playful punch on the arm. He relaxed a little. "Right. Cheers," she said, standing and finishing off her coffee and throwing the empty cup into a bin. "C'mon. Any friend of the Doctor's is a friend of mine. I know someone who can help." She was just a head shorter than him, but she seemed so confident that Rory wouldn't have noticed.
Rory looked around Council Park. It was still early autumn; leaves were just beginning to yellow and the sky was partly overcast. Rory had never been in this park before.
Where am I?
"You coming?" Rose was ahead a few meters and was looking back at him.
"Oh, right, yeah," Rory muttered, and he caught up to Rose easily.
"Our flat's not far from here," she said. "Just a few blocks up that way," she nodded ahead of them. "It's cozy. My mum and dad and little brother live there. And… a friend."
Rory stopped abruptly and Rose turned. "Why am I here?" he asked. "Why here specifically?"
Rose closed the space between them and weaved her arm through the crook of Rory's. "Don't worry, Rory Williams," she said kindly. "I'm a friend of the Doctor's."
There will be a chapter two.