Ok, so here's a story that's been on my mind for quite sometime, so I finally stamped it all out! It's about time Rory got his liberation, and he is one of my favorites!

Disclaimer: I do not own DW! :( If I did, there would be loads of the Doctors running into themselves and saving the world!

Thanks" Amy told Rory, wiping her eyes after another session of crying and telling him all about the latest bloke who had broken her heart. This time it happened to be Luke Norman.

"No problem" And it wasn't, while it killed Rory to listen to her gush about every guy she dated, he was ashamed to admit he took some pleasure in the breakup, and Amy coming to his house or him to hers to bash the guy over movies and her favorite take out. Occasionally Mels would join the bashing; often volunteering to literally bash the guys head in, but mostly it was just them, Amy and Rory. Rory was the shoulder, he took everything Amy needed him to, if she was mad, he'd let her yell at him, if she was sad, he'd always hold her while she cried. It was a routine they had perfected over the years, and Rory knew his part well.

Of course when he took on the job, so to say, all those years ago, no one ever told him that the crying she'd do over the boys picking on her, would turn into her crying over them because they'd break her heart. And no one ever told him that his satisfaction of being her friend eventually wouldn't be enough. Sometimes Rory wondered if he had known when he was a little seven year old that he would have fallen for his best friend, if he would have befriended her. But he was, he was her best friend. Anything Amy wanted, Rory gave her. At eleven years old he still played dress up with her, even though he had come to hate the game. He could never find it in him to tell her so, that putting on the raggedy clothes no longer amused him. Then at sixteen, when Mels and Amy teased him about not having any guy friends, he couldn't bring himself to get mad at her, to tell her it was her fault. When all the boys invited him to come play football and to do other boy things, Amy always wanted him to play with her. She'd deny it to this day, but he always remembered when they were eight and he tried to go to Eric Madison's house instead of hers and she cried and told him he was her friend not Eric's. By the age of thirteen, after countless refusals, the boys all decided to Rory was a sissy who liked to play dolls instead of a game of football, and it was too late. But Rory never told her, and she always assumed he didn't like the things boys liked. She didn't know that he had a car obsession, that he loved sports. And she didn't know that he did have some guy friends who lived near his grandparents. The boys there didn't know Amy, they didn't know about him dressing up as her Raggedy Doctor, he was just Rory, Mr. and Mrs. Williams' grandson who came to visit in the summer.

Rory tried mentioning them once, specifically Alex; he was planning on going to see a concert for his fifteenth birthday and was telling Mels and Amy his plans, it was a local band, and he had looked up everything he needed to know. It was going to be him, Amy, Mels, and Alex. Of course, they assumed Alex was a girl, and he tried to correct them, but they laughed at him. 'You don't have any guy friends named Alex' they told him. Somehow, Amy convinced him to just go to the movies, and they never met Alex. He never tried again. Of course he and Alex stayed good friends, he lost contact with most of the other boys, but Alex stayed close. When Amy had a boyfriend and no time for Rory, he would hang out with Alex. Mels was less and less these days, she'd come and go like winter. Of course, when his phone would ring, and Amy was crying on the other end, he's come running. Sometimes he'd think about not coming, about telling her he was busy, anything, just to see her response.

"Rory?" He was shaken from his thoughts by the sound of Amy's voice; she had changed into her pajamas and was sitting across from him with his phone in her hand.

"Sorry, spaced off, what did you say?"

"I said; who is Elle?" She held up his phone, "She's been texting you nonstop this whole time" Rory made to grab his phone but Amy jerked it away. She began pressing a few buttons, opening his texts.

"Hey Ror,-Ror? What the hell," She giggled, "R u coming over or what? Let me knw, I'll mke u ur fav! XOXO" Amy lifted an eyebrow at Rory, "Ok, who the hell is she?"

"A friend Amy, believe it or not I have other friends besides you," Rory told her, he was starting to get frustrated.

"Angel, are you ok, I'm worried, call me! XOXO" Amy pressed another button, "Rory David Williams! You better be lying on the street somewhere, or are you with her? Her? What's that supposed to mean? Is she talking about me?" Rory yanked the phone out of Amy's hands.

"It's nothing, ok?"

"Sounds like something! Now tell me, who is Elle?" Rory groaned.

"Fine, she's a girl I met at the library. Happy?" he asked.

"No, are you dating her? How long have you known her?" Amy pressed.

"We've been on a few dates." Rory mumbled.

"And..."

"I met her 2nd week of school,"

"That was six months ago!"

"Last year." Rory finished. Amy stared at him.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I was going to."

"When? After you married her? What does the tart look like anyway?"

"Why d'you have to call her a tart Amy, you don't even know her!"

"Not my fault!"

"It's not like you'd believe me if I had told you!"

"I would've!"

"No, you wouldn't," Rory bit his lip, knowing later he'd regret what he was about to say, but knowing it needed to be said, "And that's the difference between you and her." It was silent, only their breathing could be heard.

"Oh? And what's that supposed to mean?" Her tongue jutted to the side, stabbing her cheek, a telltale sign that she was about to cry. He was familiar with that look, but he never thought he'd be the one to cause it. It didn't matter now, the floodgates were open and there was no stopping him. Eleven years of every suppressed bit of anger was coming out, and he just didn't care.

"It means, Amelia, that unlike you, Amelia Jessica Pond, she listens to me, she cares how I feel, she cares! She actually wants to know me, not use me like I've let you do all these years!" Rory took a deep breath, he could see the tears spilling over but he wasn't done, "She sees what you do to me, how much you hurt me. She calls me foolish for sticking by you for so long, and you know what she may be right. That girl, Elle Marissa Huntington, she loves me." Amy choked out a sob at Rory's words, "She told me, and you know what, I can't love her back because of you! You! Elle understands that, but she also understands that you're no good for me! All you do is hurt me Amy Pond, I'm finally admitting it! You decided everything for me! Who my friends were, what games I played, what I wanted to be when I grew up! Do you even really know me Amy? Or have I always just been your punching bag? Well I'm done! I can't sit here and- and- and wait for you! That's all I've done, waited for you while you waited for you stupid Doctor! Y'know, when we were little, I used to pray and wish that wherever he'd gone to he'd stay there! Because I knew! I knew he'd take you away from me! You know why I want to be a Doctor? Hmm? Because of him! Because I hoped that maybe I could come close, just a tiny bit, to meaning to you what he did! Well I'm done Amy, I'm done!"

"Rory-"

"And, you know, I don't think you ever really cared for me, I was just cheap, easy labor. None of the other boys wanted to play dress up with the weird Scottish kid 'cept for weird Rory. I was an easy target." Rory shook his head, "I thought maybe after we'd cleared up that I'm not gay, that we'd maybe get somewhere, obviously I was wrong. What could Amelia Pond ever see in me, her not-so-gay best friend? Well, maybe it's time for me to wake up and realize that I've just been delusional." Rory got up off the floor of Amy's flat and grabbed his coat and keys, "You know, survival instincts tell us to get out of a dangerous situation before it kills you," He looked at Amy, tears pouring down her face, "This is me, getting out."

"Rory, no! You can't just leave!" Amy begged, grabbing a hold of his arm. He shrugged her off and made his way out the door. Eleven years of his life slid down the wall, crying.

So there's the first part, Poor Rory, So read on, review, and tell me what you like, it'd be...groovy!