Cape of Storms
They had landed on an island planet. Amy and Rory were on a nice beach, tropical. Doctor was standing atop a steep cliff in what called the Cape of Storms. It was raining, the clouds swirling and spitting lightning. Thunder boomed, making his eardrums ring.
The cape echoed the pain that stirred inside him. He threw rocks angrily, crushed what few flowers there were. And when there was nothing left but dead grass, he sank to the ground, sobbing. There was something wrong with him, he knew. Instead of having fun, he was sitting on the muddy ground, weeping pathetically as the cold rain hammered down. He felt alone.
Rory was genuinely confused when Doctor returned to the TARDIS soaked and with red eyes.
"Where have you been?" barked Amy, hands on her hips.
"Cape of Storms. Sorry 'm late."
Doctor pushed buttons and pulled levers with an attitude he never possessed. His face was blank as his hair dripped. The last lever was pulled in silence, and Doctor left, face still like stone.
"Well, what's his problem?"
"Dunno, Amy," said Rory, staring at the alien's retreating back. "Dunno."
There was a twinge in his chest. Poor Doctor.
Doctor stormed through the TARDIS, water still dripping off of his clothes, his hair now just damp. He entered his room and looked for a change of clothing he could sleep in. He found the striped pants of his fifth self, and the black shirt (now too big) of his ninth. He sighed and flopped onto a chair, bringing his legs up with him.
'It is alright, Doctor. He shall know soon. He does love you.'
Doctor gave a weak smile. 'Thanks, TARDIS,' he thought.
It was good to know that he could trust the ship. He smiled. He slept.
What had felt like a second passed before Doctor awoke to a pounding on his bedroom door. He gave an angry sigh and stood. Why did someone have to go and bother him now?
"What?" he snapped, opening the door.
Amy shot him an angry look. "What's wrong with you? You've got Rory worried sick."
Doctor blinked. "Nothing's wrong, Pond."
"What is it?" she growled. "Are you trying to go emo?"
"The hell? No. I'm not."
Doctor walked past her. He could tell she was mad. But he had to find Rory.
Rory was sitting in a library when Doctor entered the room, looking out of place in the striped pants and black shirt.
"You feeling better?" he questioned calmly.
"Yeah, let's go with that."
Rory looked at Doctor carefully and knew that the alien wasn't better at all. He looked sick and on the verge of tears. There was that twinge in his chest, and he wanted nothing more than to embrace Doctor, to hold him close and comfort him. But he fought the impulse. He couldn't.
But there went his body, ignoring his mind. His arms went around Doctor, and Doctor didn't fight.
He didn't mind at all.
It was odd to Doctor, to feel so fragile. He wasn't complaining, but it was different. It had happened with his tenth and Jack, but that was it. Through the fragility, though, he felt safe.
So safe, in fact, that his confidence got a pleasant boost.
With no hesitation, his lips crashed into Rory's. No objection.
Yeah, being in the arms of Rory was a good feeling. The best he'd felt in a very long time. And he knew that Rory felt the same.