And here is day four. This is also my first time writing anything for Doctor Who, but I'm a big Whovian so I did still enjoy it even though it might not be that great. Blame it on me having a not so great day and leave it at that. Surprisingly though, the title for todays fits really well with the story. Enjoy though.
Day Four
February 17th, 2014
With or Without You
Prompt:
Tell us about the time you threw down the gauntlet and drew the proverbial line in the sand by giving someone an ultimatum. If you've never handed out an ultimatum but secretly wanted to, describe the scene and what you would say to put an end (one way or another) to an untenable situation.
"Together, or not at all."
That had been her ultimatum, up on the edge of that building in New York, minutes ago but at the same time years in a future that he would never see again now. The touch of an Angel; the Doctor had warned him. And now here he was, alone in a field, Amy's words ringing in his head.
He had to say, it seemed rather fitting. He had lived his life fighting every force imaginable, and some that even weren't, to be able to be with her, and he had bested everything…with the occasion death. So he should have just left it alone. But the Doctor, he still had that way of making you crave his adventures. Something had told Rory that going away with the Doctor, even for what had been told would be a harmless afternoon in the park, would be anything other than described.
He wanted to laugh really, to spin and shout and flail, because he knew it, he absolutely knew it. The Doctor would be the death of him – the permanent one, the one no amount of Time Lord trickery or anything could undo – and he'd die that death alone. Rory had only wished that his death hadn't come at the hands of a Weeping Angel, because he didn't think he could live out the rest of his life that way. Alone.
"You said…" he whispered, collapsing onto his knees in the grass. Together, or not at all.
"Yes, and here I am, come to find you, moping about. What am I going to do with you?"
Rory's head shot up and in front of him, where moments before there had been only grass, stood Amy, looking exactly the same as he had seen her mere minutes ago. He pulled himself to his feet and walked toward her, a little stunned and just a little bit in awe.
"I thought it was about time I came to rescue you for once," she said quietly when he stood before her.
Rory looked around, expecting to see the TARDIS and the Doctor, shouting about how many different ways he had suddenly discovered to come and rescue him, but saw nothing else in the field that lie around them. When he looked back at Amy she was smiling, new tears flowing over the old stains on her cheeks.
"Together," she said.
Rory knew then that what she had told him in the Asylum had been true, as true as he had hoped for that day, she loved him just as much as he loved her. And at this moment, he believed he could truthfully say that she loved him even more.
He pulled her close and held her, forgetting to count the minutes and just enjoying the fact of her entire existence, one that he now wouldn't have to live without.
Or not at all.