This is my first chapter fanfic so please bear with me folks. I do not own Doctor Who or any of the characters, i am merely a fan. I hope you enjoy the story, please review if you have any comments or suggestions on how i can make this better. Enjoy. (I will try to update ASAP. I write these chapters in school-cause German class isn't always exciting- so i will post new chapters as soon as i write them, cause we all have the one fic that takes months to update and we all hate that fic.) Now, onto the Chapter One!


The door opened then closed quietly behind him as he entered his home. He placed his bag down by the door before bending down to take his shoes off. He did so as quietly as he could manage to try to keep his presence unknown. He stood up and tip-toed towards the kitchen where he knew she would be.

"How was work Rory?" her voice came from his destination.

Rory sighed and allowed his feet to echo as they usually did when walking through the home. "You never let me sneak up on you." he said with a sigh.

He entered the kitchen and she turned to face her husband. "Well" she started. you're not exactly quiet."

"Yes I am." he quickly retorted. "this house is just old and creaky." They leaned forward into each other and kissed, a smile on both of their faces. Rory pulled his hands out from behind his back to reveal the flowers he had picked up on his way home.

The spoon that was in her hand quickly feel into the pot she was stirring. "Oh Rory." she whispered. "Thank you." she grabbed the flowers from him before pulling him into another kiss, more fierce this time. When they pulled apart smiles were on both their faces. "they're beautiful, I love them."

"I love you." Rory replied, kissing his wife a final time before making his way around her to pick up the spoon se dropped into the pot. "Smells good."

"It better, I've been cooking all day." her reply came further away then he expected. Rory looked back to find her placing the flowers in a vase.

He shook his head gently. "No you haven't dear." He watched her place the flowers onto the table before she turned to look at him, fake irritation filling her features.

"Well." she said, pushing her hip to the side. "It feels like it."

Knowing a rant was about to come into light, he quickly cut her off before she could start. "It's spaghetti, it takes maybe twenty minutes. You just hate cooking."

Her eyes went huge. "I do hate cooking!" Rory couldn't stop the smile that grew on his face, which in turn earned him a playful glare.

Stirring the noodles with the spoon, Rory told his wife not to worry, he would finish up dinner. This, in turn, rewarded him with another kiss. "You never answered my question." her voice became quieter as she left the room. Hesitation overtook Rory as he tried to think back to her question. "How was work?" she asked once more, returning into the room with a book in her hand.

"Work was great, I managed to save two different people today."

"Rory the nurse. I'm proud that you finally became one after all these years." Her voice was teasing as she sat down at the table.

Rory's attention left the spaghetti and immediately turned towards the women with a soft smile on her face. "I have always been a nurse, you just never remembered while we were traveling."

"Do you blame me? You're nursing skills didn't exactly needed to be used on a day-to-day basis." she kept her smile in place, but her eyes betrayed her facade. Rory could tell she was trying not to think on the past, but he knew from his own experience that it was hard to keep the memories away. Neither of them spoke of the past much, but whenever it was mentioned the air of the house instantly changed.

"No" whispered Rory. "I can't say I can blame you." Forgetting about the dinner, he walked over to the table and took a seat next to his wife. "Amy." said Rory. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring it up, I-"

Shaking her head in an attempt to clear her thoughts, Amy smiled at her husband. "It's fine. I don't mind, really. I'm glad you brought it up." Rory shot his eyebrows up, creating a look of confusion on his face. "I don't want to somehow forget him. said Amy. "I don't ever want to forget." The two pair of eyes in the room were eyes filled with emotion, both Rory and Amy were trying to remember the man who changed their lives, but they also wanted to forget their past. "Rory!" Amy yelled. "the pasta!"

Jumping from their chairs, both of them ran to the kitchen. Rory turned off the stove, lifting the noodles over to the sink, Amy grabbed a towel and tried to keep the boiling water that overflowed from falling onto the floor.

Laughter echoed though their home as the two started laughing. Amy, who was leaning against the wall, slid to the floor, laughing so hard her legs couldn't hold her steady. Rory was leaning over himself, hands on knees, trying his best not to fall over from his constant laughter.

"I think." Rory tried saying while his laughter was dying down. "I think sandwiches sound pretty good right about now." Amy got up and helped steady Rory, nodding at the idea. She then walked over and grabbed four slices of bread and started making the sandwiches.

There was a knock at the door, "I'll get it" Rory said already making a move to leave the kitchen. Just when Amy heard the door open the phone began to ring. She headed towards the wall that hung the phone and answered.

"Hello?" she asked into the device.

A moment of silence passed before the caller spoke. "Hello Pond."