Prologue
Silence descended throughout the TARDIS as both Rory and the Doctor stared at the space of air that Amy had just been occupying. They couldn't bring themselves to look at each other. Neither of them spoke for a while, neither of them knew what to say. What could any of them say? The Doctor had just lost his best friend in every entire universe and Rory had lost his wife, his best friend, his princess, his world, his everything.
The Doctor had been around for so many years, flying through time and space but no moment had ever felt as long as this.
"Rory," the Doctor began hesitantly, stepping forward and reaching out his hand, stopping a hairs breadth short of touching his elbow, "Rory I promise you you'll see her again."
There was no reply and despite years of travelling with humans, the Doctor still wasn't sure what to do in this situation. He had never had to take care of two people before, himself being just as broken at the same time. "Rory," he tried again, this time using more force and gripping the man roughly on the shoulder. His friend looked up at him then and it took all the strength the Doctor had to keep eye contact. He had never seen so much emotion in the eyes of a man. Rory looked so, so … so un-Rory. Rory had always been the more sceptical of all his companions but he wasn't just sceptic now, he looked broken and beaten, scared out of his wits, angry because he probably still hadn't processed all that the Doctor had just done and said, lost and alone. Like someone had ripped his heart out. The Doctor refrained himself from damning the human race for only having two. Rory was holding back from crying, the Doctor could tell.
He didn't like seeing Rory like this and he vowed to not stop for a moment until he fulfilled that promise to his friend. Friend. Rory Williams was his friend. He had known this for a while, after he got over the initial feeling of a tag-along puppy that came with Amy, but it only seemed to hit the Time Lord now how much the man meant to him. Rory Williams meant almost as much as Amelia Pond meant to him. And before he knew it he had engulfed him in a hug and shortly after was brought out of his reverie by Rory saying something against his chest.
It had been muffled but the Doctor had heard him nonetheless. It was a simple question. A word that held so much doubt and fear. "How?"
"We're going to need help!" he said a little too brightly perhaps as he pushed himself away from Rory and ran over to get the TARDIS whirring. "Don your fighting armour Rory the Roman, you've got a River to find," the Doctor commanded, running around and flicking switches, pulling levers and pressing more buttons than he had ever done before as his plan began to form in his head within seconds. River, Jack, Dean, Sam, Harry, Hermione, Ron, Merlin, Arthur, John and Sherlock. The names raced through his mind over and over. They were his friends and he needed their help.
As the TARDIS gave that all too familiar judd to announce its dematerializing, the Doctor looked over to Rory who was standing there watching him, unsure whether or not he really wanted him to get into his Roman outfit. Which the Doctor did. "I promise you, Rory," face falling from the smile that had unintentionally crossed his features as he thought of his old friends, and adopting something so much more serious and sincere, "we're going to get your wife back."
And that was all Rory needed. He didn't ask where they were going or who they needed help from. A second reassurance and he was off into the depths of the TARDIS to prepare.
A/N: I hope you liked it. It's sort of a prompt type thing on tumblr, the fandoms crossing over and everything: Supernatural/Doctor Who/Harry Potter/Merlin/Sherlock. Sam and Dean will be in the next chapter. (I only put it in the DW/SPN crossover section because they were the main two). Don't bite my head off for lack of spn in the prologue, please.
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