A/N: So, my first Rory/Doctor fic. I want them both to be happy and I also think Rory deserves better than Amy – I'm not bashing Amy, I still support the Amy/Rory pairing wholeheartedly, she just doesn't even give him a second glance after they got married and he waited 2000 years for her, and Rory deserves better, yes. This is set shortly after series 6a, I think, so no planetary crisis or war of any kind unless I have another sugar rush, but it's an AU in which Amy dies – still not Amy bashing, I just needed to get her out of the way for all the juicy Rory/Doctor to happen. And I also think Rory's earnt the right to be with whoever he wants… it just works better if his wife is dead, although I'll still feel for widowed Rory.
Chapter One – His Wonderful Fool
Rory Williams, also known as The Last Centurion, The Nose, Mr Pond and Rory the Roman, had been widowed for three weeks. He liked the last two nicknames best because it they were what the Doctor called him, although he would never tell him that he actually liked the first of the two. Alright, I've got off track, anyway… Rory Williams was in mourning.
"Why did she have to die, Doctor?" he looked down to his shoes – well, actually they weren't shoes, more like sandals. He knew perfectly well why – he was a nurse with two millennia under his belt and knew something about the fragility of the human body – but he still found himself asking the same question, over and over in his head.
"It's no question of why, Rory. Her body was just… too weak to handle labour. Too young. Be glad the baby survived, there was allot of blood…"
"She's not 'the baby', she's my daughter, and you can call her by her name."
"Yes, and I'll help you with anything you need; even a sympathetic ear."
"Sympathetic? You're a bloody joke. You go around gallivanting across the universe and ruining peoples lives, when your own always seems to be in perfect order. When have you ever lost someone you loved as much as I loved Amy?" he knew he was speaking out of grief, but it felt like a gag on his mouth had been taken away and he was able to say what he'd always secretly been thinking.
"Lots of times… too many times, actually, if we're being honest here." a shadow past over the Doctor's face, darkness and all of time and space and an unbidden fury at the universe, all hidden for so long. Rory had once heard the Doctor referred to as 'The Oncoming Storm', and he thought it was just as joke at the Doctor's expense. Now he felt a shudder pass through his body, but he stood his ground.
"Who have you lost, besides your own species? You know what, I didn't know the Time Lords, but I'm sure they must have been fucking disappointed in you, you're a disgrace to humanoid beings everywhere."
"I'll tell you who I lost, I'll recall a more recent one – Rose Tyler, lovely girl, 19 years old and a bit dim, but I loved her and lost her. Complete accident, she got stuck in a parallel universe because she stayed with me, and then she came back and found me and I, being the idiot that I am, decided that I'd never be happy her and she'd never have a happy human life again, so I sent her back into the other universe with her mum and a half-human copy of myself to keep her happy. Oh, and on the same day my best friend died and I had to watch it happen. So Rory, I had lost people, you insensitive dick."
He'd never heard the Doctor swear before, so naturally it came as quite a surprise and it gave him a moment to clear his head, "I should… go check on Amelia." he named her Amelia instead of Amy and he'd done it for the Doctor, but didn't know why.
"Hey, Rory," the Doctor said on passing, "Remember what I said, anything you need. I'd be quite happy to babysit if you ever need some time to yourself."
"Are you sure you aren't helping me just because Amy was your friend?" he briefly wondered where the accusation came from, but it was a question that needed answering.
"No, Rory – I want to help you and the baby, this has nothing to do with Amy. I'll admit, I'm sad that another of my friends is dead, but I've tried too hard to block out grief in the past and it's only made things worse. I guess, in this incarnation, I'm the kind of person who does mourn, but without saying a thing."
"You know, Doctor, I think your offer should work both ways; any time you need to talk, even if it's about your past, I'll listen."
The Doctor looked down at his shoes – he was still wearing the pair he'd salvaged after his old ones had dissolved outside the acid factory, and he smiled, "Thanks, Rory, that… means allot. There haven't been many people in my life who've just wanted to listen."
"Don't mention it. Do you want to come with me?"
"Why?"
"It she's pooped it's going to be a two-person job; I'm still a bit unused to changing nappies."
The Doctor grinned and said, "I'm not." and walked past, leaving Rory wondering what the hell he meant.
He relished in the sight of it – his hours-old daughter giving the Doctor a fountain of pee on his shirt. The Doctor was yelling curses throughout, and he wondered if the Doctor knew that it was wrong to swear in front of a baby. "You know, I think this is the cutest I've ever seen you." he beamed, little knowing he'd said that last thought out loud.
The Doctor blushed, "Yes, well, I'm sure it's all very nice for you, but piss doesn't wash out very well with these shirts."
"Since when did you have a nappy changing unit on the TARDIS?"
The Doctor looked down at his handiwork, "I used to be a grandfather. My granddaughter, Susan, I raised her since she was a baby, so I had to have all the amenities on board for a developing infant."
"…That would explain why you also have baby clothes."
"Yes, and I'd rather we kept this to ourselves; the only other person I've told about this… she's gone now."
"Your best friend who died?"
The Doctor looked up from the baby and grinned, "You listen allot more than you let on."
"What was her name?"
The Doctor wouldn't keep eye contact, "Donna Noble… she was wonderful, a wonderful person, but she didn't believe in herself. Quite like you, in a way, c'ept she had a gob on her."
"Ginger?" Rory remarked, eyebrows raised.
The Doctor chuckled, "Oh yeah." he looked thoughtful as he stared at the baby, "Somebody's becoming restless."
Rory looked upon the fidgeting child, "Do you think she's hungry?"
"Well if she is we can't feed her – breast-milk is vital for newborns and I don't have a substitute."
"Should we go shopping?"
The Doctor finally looked him in the eye, "We'll have to do it on Earth, your time. Do you have any money?"
"Yes, right, you're always skint; I did have a job before I met you, you know. I've been saving up for a rainy day, and I've been collecting the interest."
"On the TARDIS?"
"I have internet banking."
The Doctor paused, "I should really start using the internet. It would make my job a whole lot easier…"
"I wasn't aware that what we do is a job."
"It has to be now, Rory; we've got a baby to look after."
The three of them kept getting odd looks as they walked into TESCO that afternoon. Or more specifically, it was the Doctor who was getting the odd looks – Rory and Amelia seemed completely normal when standing next to him.
"At least you've got a buggy." Rory whispered to him. Amelia looked up at both her father and the strange man she liked, and then looked at all the strangers in front of her and retreated into the safety of her buggy.
Rory gathered provisions – nappies, milk and all the other essentials. The Doctor became preoccupied with talking to a till man about the quantum physics of making good toast when Rory pulled him away, "Do you want to draw more attention to us, or are you just being stupid?"
"Neither, I just got bored waiting for you." the fact that the Doctor valued him enough to miss him made Rory feel an odd sense of elation, but he shook it off.
"Well, can you not cause any trouble? I want to get through this one trip without having to get you out of any messes." He was started to realize he sounded like a frustrated parent trying to talk his child out of playing with half the objects in the store.
The Doctor flashed him a grin, "I can't make any promises Rory, but I'll try to be a good little boy."
Rory's heart skipped a beat, "You just… do that."
They walked back into the TARDIS, arms laden with bags, "Tell me why we went toy shopping again?"
"All the baby toys I have are old and useless, and anyway, toy shopping is fun."
"Where did you go when I left you to your own devices? You look like you had fun."
the Doctor smiled – the kind of smile that made you weak in the knees – and tapped his nose, "That's for me to know and you to find out."
Later on, after Amelia had been fed and put to sleep, Rory went looking for the Doctor; he assumed the Doctor was in the console room or the library, but he was in neither. Then he felt like the TARDIS was directing him somewhere, but couldn't think why. His journey ended outside a door made of burnt-orange wood, and he found it was open. He walked inside and felt the door close by itself, but it couldn't–
"Hello, Rory." the Doctor was standing next to the closed door, completely naked – and looking good on it. Rory nearly refused to look at his groin, but the temptation was too great, and he couldn't help but like what he saw; the Doctor's thick erection, resting tantalizingly against his belly.
"Oh, feel free to look – it's only like that for you." the Doctor said, walking up to him, every step so inviting.
"Why would it be…?"
"Look, Rory, after Pond died… I have to admit that we both need someone. Why not have each other?"
"You want us to have sex?"
The Doctor looked down at his erection as if only just noticing it, "I wouldn't have a hard-on for you if I didn't, Rory. So whadaya say? The baby's asleep and we have the TARDIS to ourselves…"
Rory had to admit that the Doctor sounded sexy and looked the part, "Isn't it too soon?"
"There's no time like the present, Rory." the Doctor said, taking a step forward and letting his erection rub against Rory's – I have an erection too!
"Yes, Rory, I think you're up for it." The Doctor said, flashing him a smirk that made his knees buckle, and he fell onto the bed – the Doctor's bed, he realized – and the Doctor leant over him and against him, letting him feel how much he meant what he said.
His cock felt like a lead weight in his trousers as it rested between his and the Doctor's, straining for release. He realized how much he wanted to fuck something – he hadn't since after the baby was conceived and it was getting to him. "Do you want us to have sex, Doctor?"
"I've been thinking about it since you came on the TARDIS; I kept thinking it should have been me you fucked on your wedding night. And now we have that chance." the Doctor said, grinding himself against the man below him, and was pleased when he achieved a sexy moan from his Rory.
"I can't just be your companion after this, Doctor; it's all or nothing."
"I completely agree." and the Doctor removed him naked body from Rory's clothed front, found his jacket and rummaged around in one of the pockets, finally withdrawing his hand with a velvet box. Then he got down on one knee and opened the box, revealing a silver ring inlaid with a sparkling diamond, "It's a white-point star, the only jewel left over from my planet, but that's not important; what is important is if you'll marry me."
"Doctor," Rory replied with tears threatening to escape, "Yes, of course I'll marry you, you silly bastard! Now come here and fuck me!"
"Your wish is my command… my gorgeous fiancée." the Doctor said, unzipping Rory's trousers and slipping them and his underwear down in one fluid motion, and he licked his lips as his cock sprang free from its confines. "Rory, can I…?"
"Go ahead, Doctor, I wont stop you." Rory said, feeling like all his Christmases had come at once as the Doctor bent down and his bright pink lips encased his throbbing member, "Oh, Doctor… don't ever stop."
The Doctor mumbled something back with realizing what he had his mouth, and Rory heard nothing as pleasure rocketed up his spine. The Doctor looked up at him; his head resting on the sheets, eyes tightly closed and mouth agape. The sight of him increased his arousal tenfold, and his sucked Rory's dick like a lollipop, which caused Rory's hips to buck uncontrollably. Then he gave him one last persistent lick, withdrawing altogether.
Rory looked upon him, "Why'd you stop?"
The Doctor grinned dirtily, "Strip off and turn around; you did ask me to fuck you, and I want to… so much."
"Really?" Rory said, doing as the Doctor asked.
"I think you've earnt a good pounding – but you really have been pushing it, being so sexy all the time. Oh, I'm sure you weren't aware of it, but my point still stands."
"Do you have any… lubricant?"
The Doctor chuckled, and he heard some rustling behind him as the Doctor disappeared from view and came back with a bottle of lube, "Can't have my fiancée in any pain during sex, can I?" he applied a large amount to his cock and to Rory's ass hole, making sure Rory was completely lost to good feelings as he entered him. "Rory, you're so tight… have you ever been fucked?" Rory shook his head as a no, his face contorted with pleasure as the Doctor did as he promised. The Doctor smiled perversely at the back of his lover's head; Rory's answer meant that he was his first, anal-wise.
Rory Williams had always been attracted to both sexes; on the whole, he could swing either way and it wouldn't bother him, although Amy had been a bit weirded out by it and made him promise to fancy only women when they got together. Now he knew he only had one sexuality with one person with none of the rules Amy had laud out for him, and he was so happy; they'd be a proper family. A small negative part of his mind shouted "BUT HE WON'T EVER SETTLE DOWN FULLY!", but he decided he'd leave that worry for later. He felt the Doctor stop their movements, and thought, OH SHIT HE NOTICED.
"Rory, you're tense, what's wrong?"
"Nothing." he said bitterly, "Just carry on."
"No." the Doctor replied, "I can't do this, knowing you've got something on your mind."
"Okay, I'll tell you what's on my mind. I've just recently been widowed and left as a single father to a newborn baby girl, and you're messing with my head like it's one of Amelia's new toys."
"Messing with your head? I'm going to marry you, isn't that enough?"
"No, Doctor, it isn't. I need to know, will you settle for me?"
"Could there be anyone else I could go for? Do you really think I might think so lowly of you?"
"No, I mean will you ever settle down for me? You know, live in a house on a planet like a normal family."
The Doctor looked insulted, "Whenever has my 'not being normal' been wrong in your eyes? It may not be a traditional upbringing – not even on my planet – but I'll do my best."
"I'm just asking, would you make the sacrifice if you had to? Hang up your TARDIS key for the most part and live a normal and safe life on Earth? I'm sure we'll be able to take Amelia for trips on the TARDIS when she's older, I'm just saying… not now. She's too young and she and I both need stability, now more than ever."
"The safety of Amelia comes first, so naturally I'd have that kind of life without hesitation, but–"
"Why the 'but'? There's no need for it, if you say you'll do it then you'll do it."
"You'd live on Earth with me and the baby? I thought you'd gotten used to this life, started enjoying it even."
"I love it here, but I also loved it back on Earth. And wouldn't it be nice to have a day, a week even, without being constantly under the threat of getting killed or getting into trouble with some strange alien race I've never heard of?" Rory looked him in the eye, "So am I going to be going back to Earth with just Amelia or are you coming with us? Because no matter how much it breaks my heart, this is a one-time offer."
"Rory, do you know the implications of what you're asking me to do? Settling down is the one adventure I've never had, it always seemed so much like a dream to me. But I suppose it would be nice, living on Earth… I'd have to pretend to be human, of course, but I have friends who can help me sort all that out. So yes, Rory, I'm coming with you; I'm afraid I couldn't stop myself if I tried, I already love you and Amelia to bits."
Rory found himself wiping tears from his eyes, "Come here, you wonderful fool!" he exclaimed, wrapping his arms around the Doctor's neck and pulling him in for a kiss.
As they both withdrew for air, The Doctor rested his forehead against Rory's and said, "Yes, we can definitely make this work."
"My Doctor…" Rory's face was full of awe, he and the Doctor were actually 'making a go of it'.
"My Rory the Roman…" the Doctor smirked, knowing how much Rory loved him saying that nickname, "…Shall we continue from where we left off?"
A/N: Oh my, over 3000 words! And over 16000 characters in total… I just like playing with the Word Count tool in OpenOffice, is that so wrong? No, it's quite fun and I'm quite happy that I've gotten so far with this and I'll certainly try to make another chapter.
Also, did any of you notice my references to Donna? She's always been my favourite companion and now ties with Rory in that category, so I couldn't just let her be forgotten without giving her my own send off.
Oh, and if any of you bitch about the Doctor and Rory putting their foreheads together, I'd like to remind you 1. Simply putting foreheads together to communicate something is only a thing between two Time Lords, 2. if Rory and the Doctor were thinking of doing that or something similar, they'd have to headbang (if you all know what I mean) and 3. Can you all please just enjoy the moment?
If I get enough reviews, I might consider writing another chapter… and no, I don't consider that emotional blackmail, you can only get it things in this life if you earn them and hopefully you lot will earn yourselves another chapter.