Trust Me
"Ah, Rory the Roman! Wonderful Rory!" The Doctor called as he very nearly skipped down the steps to the main controls of the TARDIS.
Rory fought the urge to roll his eyes as he turned to face him, "Yeah?"
"I've been thinking about you." The Doctor smiled in that way only he could.
"Um, okay?" Rory said confusedly.
"Well you see, I've taken Amy places-" The Doctor paused, "Where is Amy anyways?"
"At home, getting some of her things, remember?"
"Right," he adjusted his jacket, "Anyways, I feel like I ought to take you someplace. Anywhere in time and space, your pick."
"Frankly, I don't think that's such a good idea."
"And why not?"
"You see, I have this nasty habit of dying whenever you take me places."
The Doctor frowned, when he did speak, it was in a lower tone than usual, "Well, I am sorry about that. I'll do my best to prevent that. Now, where would you like to go?"
"Amy's at home."
"Her loss." He smirked, "She'll never know we left!"
Rory kept silent, glancing down. The Doctor stepped forward. He was close, uncomfortably close.
"Just trust me."
"What if I don't?"
The Doctor sighed, stepping back. He suddenly spun on one foot, bent over the TARDIS console, pulled a few levers, danced over a few feet and pushed a few buttons, and tripped over his own feet as the TARDIS hummed to life.
"Wait, Doctor! I haven't told you where I'd want to go!"
"I know!" He laughed, "Lucky for you, I'm an awfully good guesser."
Rory put his head into his hands, muttering to himself. The Doctor was going to drive him mad and kill him. He wasn't sure which would come first.
The TARDIS jerked, and Rory found himself falling to the floor. He felt the Doctor tug on his arm and pull him up.
"Thanks." he murmured.
With a familiar noise, the TARDIS halted, the Doctor still grasping onto his arms.
"Can you trust me?"
Rory tried to pull his arms away, "Doctor-"
"Will you trust me?"
Rory stopped pulling away from him, glancing up at the Doctor. He really did trust him. After all, he and Amy were still alive. He pressed his lips firmly together and refused to say it.
"Rory."
The soft whisper made him glance up again. Lips met his. Incredibly soft lips. The Doctor was kissing him. That should have been a bad thing, but his brain couldn't register the thought.
In fact, it was as if his brain wasn't even working. He still didn't move, but had softened considerably to the Time Lord's kiss.
And then the Doctor pulled away with a smile, turning around and talking as though nothing had happened. Rory blushed to the very tips of his ears and forced himself to move from the spot he had been standing at.
The Doctor approached the door of the TARDIS, rambling on about something that probably was important, but Rory still couldn't comprehend in his dazed state. He stopped, hand on the door. With a turn to look at the Centurion, he asked one question.
"So, do you trust me?"
Rory nodded.