Amelia Pond knew all about fairy-tales. She had grown up with them. She had believed them. And, eventually, she had lived them.
Note the 'eventually.'
Amy Pond had also waited. A lot.
She stood on a grey road, next to a blue house, a red car - and a blue TARDIS. At least, she had been standing next to it till now.
Watching it disappear was near unbearable.
Her husband came out, a bit surprised, two drinks in his hand.
One for himself, one for -
The Doctor. He'd left her.
He'd left her again.
But, then again:
'He saved us.'
Again.
She stared out the window, into the street. Her eyes could not leave the spot of where that blue box had been. Where that mad man had been. Where her raggedy doctor had stood.
Yes, he'd left her. He'd done that quite a few times throughout their relationship. He had always left her waiting, and yet...
She almost laughed. She really did, but she was far too sad to laugh right now.
This was different from the other times.
He hadn't left her waiting.
And for once, she wished she had him to wait for.
It had taken a few hours for her to stop staring, even when it had gotten dark. But eventually she turned around and shuffled into the bedroom. Rory was sleeping quietly, having accepted that nothing would budge her.
She crawled into bed next to him, shuffling the blankets and patting down the pillow - not bothering with such tedious things as changing her clothes or brushing her teeth or whatever nonsense the Doctor would've skipped out on.
The comforters were cold, but she felt unbelievably warm.
Rory was warm.
A slender arm hesitated, a breath hitched, and eyes flickered with emotion in a static moment -
... before that warmth calmed her. She closed her eyes and inhaled slowly.
She wrapped her arm around his waist. Her exhausted body curled into him.
She breathed in Rory. His warmth, his kindness, his devotion. His faith.
And she smiled.
She smiled for her faith in Rory and their faith in each other.
Amy Williams smiled thinking of a new life, without waiting.