A/N: Okay, so I admit I got a little more respect for Amy/Rory shippers after 'Amy's Choice', because I see that she does actually love him and is not just settling for him because The Doctor left her. Plus, Rory can be funny when he's not making insignificant comments and trying to out-cool The Doctor -- seriously, dude, it can't be done, man.
Reviews are liked, constructive criticism too. If you want to send me Matt Smith in a paper cake, I wouldn't complain either -- jus' sayin'.
"I love Rory, and I never told him. And now he's gone."
Amy felt her face contort in pain as she attempted to ignore the stinging behinds her eyes. Rory never left; that was the Doctor's job.
She stared into the eyes of her Raggedy Doctor, who right now was wearing the most sickening look of pity, and it made her want to scream at him.
Rory wasn't really dead, because this world was the dream. She wanted the Doctor to realise that, to realise that he didn't need to feel sorry for her, because it would all be fixed soon. They would wake up in the TARDIS soon enough and then Rory would be there, and it would all be okay.
But when The Doctor did agree to do what she wanted, it seemed as if he was only doing it to humour her, like a father giving in to a stubborn child just to stop it bothering him.
It was only because he didn't understand, only because he didn't know Rory like she did.
Sure, she was attracted to The Doctor, and he was her fairytale and she had waited for him for fourteen years and she made her feel alive and young again with his toe-curling long, meaningful gazes towards her and his goosebump-raising smile; but that wasn't the point.
The point was that she knew that she had no future with The Doctor. She knew that either he would leave again, or in the end, even if he didn't leave her at any point, she would have to, regardless of her going to marry Rory or not. That was the deal with him – with a Time Lord.
And then, she would be all alone. Again – and the was nothing she wanted less that loneliness.
But there was something more important than that.
There was the fact that Rory was always there when The Doctor wasn't.
The Doctor had left her for twelve years, all in which when she was spouting nonsense about some Raggedy Doctor, Rory was there. Rory put up with her childhood obsession, and he lived through all of the pain of being left, again, with her.
Rory had managed to fall in love with her in between her fantasising about some time-travelling-alien-doctor man to becoming a bustling kissogram in a dead village, and he was always just there.
Never had Amy ever had to live without Rory, because he would never leave her. Amy could live without The Doctor – she had done it before, after all – but there was no living without Rory, because only without Rory was she completely and utterly alone.
The Doctor may be The Doctor, and he may be able to take her across the galaxy and to each of Jupiter's moons, but Rory was Rory, and Rory made her feel at home.
And to Amy, who'd grown up without one, that was all that mattered at all.
Before the car crashed into the house, Amelia Pond closed her eyes and waited. A smile tugged at her lips as she gasped for her last breath as she thought of her Rory.