DISCLAIMER: Doctor Who belongs to BBC. I own nothing... except for this little story.
Happiness.
Sometimes it was alright to be happy. For Rory Williams, happiness was easy to find. He just had to look at her and suddenly the world was less important. His heart didn't seem so heavy with knots of stress, confusion,and unreciprocated love. In fact, a much poetic and sensitive side of Rory Williams would have described her presence in his life as warm crunchy peanut butter. Sweet, feisty, hard and soft at the same time. And the ability to untangle his legs and make his knees hit the floor so hard.
Sometimes being old didn't show. Rory could have been no more than his mid thirties, yet he remembered every 730,000 days of waiting for her. And suddenly it occurred to him that it was worth every second.
Sometimes knowing a man called the Doctor wasn't so bad after all. The raggedy man had stolen her. He had whisked her away in his bright blue box just when Rory's heart was getting used to the extra space. Rory Williams never hated the Doctor. The Doctor made Amy Pond happy and so that made Rory happy. However, traveling with the Doctor also made Rory Williams brave. Perhaps that was the real reason why he was sacrificed time after time. Because unlike the Doctor, Rory Williams never learned to run away.
Most of the time, missing the people you love doesn't make you feel less lonely. Rory Williams knew many people who meant a lot to him. Most of those people never got to say goodbye.
Brian Williams was always prepared for anything. And it hurt Rory to know that this was the last thing he had expected.
Come along, Pond.
The Doctor was a man who had trust thrust upon him even though he didn't want it. The Doctor was a man who always lied even though it was to save the people who were closest to him. And when he was being his most honest,
It hurt more than lying. He was never going to let that happen again.
River grew up too fast. Unlike the Doctor she wasn't surrounded by the people she loved. And that made her strong. So she watched as Rory Williams disappeared. And she remembered that once upon a time, she had her father's eyes. His brave brown eyes.
Sometimes love doesn't make much sense. Sometimes it leaps and stretches across impossible boundaries like time and space. Rory Williams realized in somewhat of a delirious state that what he and Amy had couldn't be something as ordinary as love. After everything they had gone through, across stars and dimensions. The little dysfunctional family they had grown together.
What they had was something much more.
And for a split second, when he thought that he would be alone. Again and at last, in the cold sea damp air of Manhattan. When he felt the universe could not throw enough in his direction,
She came.
Her ginger mane and all.
"Amy?" he asked unsurely.
The woman turned instantly. Her round spectacles gone and her skin pale as death. She stepped closer and once she was sure it was him, her lips broke into a smile.
"It's Mrs Williams to you, sir." she said as she threw her arms around him.
Rory produced a small smile. It wobbled for a while until he bit his lips to stop them from licking up the salty tears that ran down his cheeks.
He leaned away to look at her face. He found her eyes were stained with tears too. He started, still bewildered,
"But-"
"I'm happy, Rory." she told him.
And for Rory Williams, that was just enough.