Author's Note: Hello everyone! This is going to be a series of one-shots based off of my Rory fic "2000." Set after TATM, Amy slowly discovers how Rory's years with the Pandorica have changed him. I'm planning to have the chapters correspond in some way, so reading my other fic might help you to understand things better.

I hope you all enjoy this, I think it's a really interesting facet to explore, especially since Amy thought at first Rory didn't remember his life waiting (or at least it's implied) and I always find their relationship fascinating.

Angst will ensue.

Peace, Love, ALLONS-Y!

Disclaimer:I do not own Doctor Who

Amy looked around at her surroundings. She assumed that the angel had sent her back as she was no longer standing in the graveyard with her daughter and the Doctor. So that was goodbye then.

She was standing in a quaint park, couples strolling around and children frolicking among the trees. The fashions were quite different than 2012, and she realized she must stick out like a sore thumb.

That was of no importance to her however. Had she been sent back to the same time as Rory? She turned in a circle, looking for any sight of him. The fear that maybe they hadn't landed together tugged at the pit of her stomach. What if she had ended up in a totally different age? She could never see the Doctor again, he wouldn't be able to take her to him if the angel had hurdled her somewhere else. Was the risk she had just taken worth it?

Amy shook the thought from her head, returning her search for Rory again. He had to be here. He had to be.

"Amy?" She heard his voice and snapped her head around. A man dressed in strange clothes was just rounding the bend of the sidewalk, and he stared at her as if she was a ghost.

"Rory?" she whispered, her voice catching. "Rory!" This time her voice was louder, almost yelling. She took off, legs moving as fast as they could, arms pumping. "RORY!" She yelled his name, her beacon of light in the dark and dangerous storm. She could hear him calling for her as well, racing towards her.

She was reminded of when she first got out of the Pandorica. Seeing him for the first time, thinking he was dead. Knowing he had waited for her. She ran to him with the same eagerness as she had back then, before the universe was rebooted. She just needed him.

They ran into each other at breakneck speeds, immediately embracing and holding each other as close as possible. Amy buried her head into Rory's shoulder, half sobbing. She noted that his usual smell was slightly altered. They squeezed each other so that the other could hardly breathe, but it didn't matter. They were together.

Then they were kissing, tasting each other's lips as if for the first time. Tears ran down both of their faces and mingled with the kiss, making a slight salty taste. They stood there for several seconds, oblivious to the outside world, just relishing in each other's presence. Together.

Rory was the one to break the kiss. He looked down at her lips, and then into Amy's eyes, giving her one of the happiest smiles she had ever seen. She returned it to him, squeezing his hands in her own.

"Amelia Pond," he whispered, stroking the side of her face. "Let's take you home."

Amy turned around, taking in the quaint apartment in some region of New York that Rory had taken her to. It was rather small, but quite homely. It gave off a sense of humbleness, and Amy looked rather in awe as she walked through the hallway, examining the bedrooms.

"How'd you get all of this?" she asked in her Scottish accent, looking back at the still beaming Rory. He seemed a little shy about the house however, as if he was worried she wouldn't approve.

"I, uh, got a job. Working at the hospital. It's just a couple of blocks down the street and I can request part time if you want," he explained nervously, searching her face for some sort of appreciation.

"Rory it's wonderful," Amy replied, tears in her eyes. They could have a home. "But how did you get a job so fast? And such a nice apartment?"

Amy stopped in her tracks as she reached their bedroom. Rory seemed to sense something was wrong and rushed to her side, looking concerned.

"Rory…" Amy's voice trembled. "Have the Silence been here?" the back wall had a large sheet of paper hung up on it with tens, no hundreds of tally marks. Recalling the horrible monsters that took away Melody, Amy shuddered.

"Oh! No! I've only seen a couple of them- or at least, I've only seen a couple of tally marks on my hand. No, this is um, well, it's how I keep- kept- track of how many days since I got here. Old habit," Rory explained, fidgeting a bit.

Amy turned to face him, searching deep into his eyes. "How many days?" Rory looked down at his feet. "How many days, Rory?" Amy demanded, forcing him to meet her gaze.

"Three hundred ninety-seven," he replied without so much as a blink of an eye. Amy stared in shock at her husband. He had waited over a year for her. She found herself speechless.

"I took a walk in the park every day; it's where I was sent so I figured they would send you there too. Looks like I was right," Rory explained, smiling at his wife.

"You waited over a year for me, not even knowing if I would show up, or if I would show up in the right place," Amy replied, almost gaping at her husband.

"No." The stern tone of Rory's voice caught Amy by surprise. "I always knew you would come. I never doubted you."