Amelia Pond had never been known for her patience. He, however, he seemed to be the exception.
The Doctor. For that old blue box of his, she was patient. And for fish fingers and custard and the swimming pool she longed to see, she was patient. Just because of that slight hope, she was patient.
For everything else, she could not seem to wait. But during those never-ending five minutes, waiting seemed to be her specialty.
And Rory Williams—he was always known for that patience of his.
And she was no exception.
Until both of them grew rather tired.
AN: I could go into great detail about what I hate about this drabble-beginning with its lack of originality. But I won't, because that's always how it is with writing for a new fandom. So I hope that others like it more than I do.