Title: Remembering
Rating: K+ or PG
Pairing: Mentioned Rory/Amy
Spoilers: Amy's Choice/Cold Blood/The Pandorica Opens/The Big Bang/The Curse of the Black Spot/The Doctor's Wife
Warnings: Violence, sort of major character death
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who, or any of its characters. If I did, Rory wouldn't die all the time.
Summary: "When she finished her narrative, they both comforted her until her crying ceased. But no one asked Rory what he had experienced. What had he experienced? A tale about Rory and all that he remembers."
Author's Notes: Okay, kids! This is my first Doctor Who fanfiction. I'm actually kind of surprised that it wasn't something about Ten or Nine. I've sort of fallen in love with Rory. JUST A LITTLE BIT. Anyway, here you guy. Plot bunny that was eating at me. I'll try to update my other fanfictions soon!
They forgot.
Both of them: Amy, and the Doctor. They both forgot little things. The Doctor forgot that, on the planet Honeer, holding hands in public was considered a sin (which got them into a very interesting situation). He forgot that "the blue lever was supposed to be pulled before Amy hit the green-ish purple button." And several, smaller unimportant things went missing in that overactive mind of his. Amy forgot not to flirt with the Doctor in front of Rory (or, at least, Rory hoped she 'forgot'), as well as forgetting to feed the fish and forgetting to pay the electric bill.
Rory was good at remembering. He remembered being killed by a senior citizen in that strange dream world. He remembered pushing the Doctor out of the way of that alien gun and dying in Amy's arms. He remembered being erased from time and living for several years as a Roman soldier. He remembered shooting Amy...and then guarding her. For 2000 years. The Doctor had said that he would go mad. He remembered drowning, and trusting Amy to be able to revive him. There wasn't much that Rory forgot. However, both the Doctor and Amy forgot something one time.
They forgot to ask.
After they left the bubble universe, Amy sat down with the Doctor and Rory and explained what she had experienced while the Doctor was gone. Seeing Rory, waiting for her in the TARDIS, to the point where he had been driven mad. When she finished her narrative, they both comforted her until her crying ceased. But no one asked Rory what he had experienced. What had he experienced?
He had to live through Amy's vision.
He sat by the door for hours until she came. And then she left, certain that when she turned the corner, present-day Rory would be there. But nothing happened to Rory. He sat there. And sat. He cried out to Amy, screaming her name until he could no longer hear his voice. At some point, he fell asleep from pure exhaustion. When he awoke, his voice had returned a bit, so he resumed screaming. He cried until he had no more tears. He passed out again.
Then, they came. He didn't know who they were, for he could never see them. But he could feel them. They whipped him, kicked him, punched him. They attached wires to his chest and experimented to see how much electricity the human body could take before Rory would fall into unconciousness. They beat him into a coma several times, which never seemed to last more than a week. All the while, they would shout at him, accenting every punch and jolt and lash with scorn.
"Where's your precious Amy now?"
"Did she leave you? Poor, pathetic little thing!"
"Get up and escape, rat!"
But he wouldn't leave.
This pattern continued for years. His tongue felt like sandpaper from lack of water, and his stomach growled day after day. But neither hunger nor thirst would end his suffering. His wounds were never fatal. He remained sitting there, day after day, month after month, with death's mercy hovering just out of reach.
Finally, after years of torture, he saw Amy. She was shocked, and with good reason. His hair was long and gray, matted with dried blood. His clothing was ripped, and his face was laced with scars. He tried to speak, but the House took his mouth and used it for his own means, hurting Amy with words Rory struggled not to say. She stumbled away, crying out for forgiveness. The second the House returned his voice, he started to scream.
"AMY!" he yelled, tears streaming down his face. "Please! I didn't mean it! PLEASE!"
His torturers were more cruel than usual that night. He didn't care. Over the next few years, he felt himself growing more and more detached with the world, until he finally felt nothing. His eyes glassed over and he simply stared into space, not caring about a thing in the world.
Until the words started to appear on the walls. Words like 'kill Amy' and 'die Amy' started to write themselves around Rory. It didn't take him long to figure it out - the present-day Amy would be returning soon, and she'd see all of these writings on the walls. He couldn't let that happen. He started to write on the walls as well. Every night, after his torturers left, he would try to write on the walls with his own blood. He wrote, 'Amy', but instead of ending with 'I love you', the House caused his torturers to return, beating him again, while the House wrote 'kill' or 'hate' in front of Rory's failed message.
One night, Rory could tell something was wrong. His starved stomach hurt more than usual. He didn't know what it meant until his torturers came. They whipped him and beat him, not unusual, but when they left, Rory could feel himself getting weaker. He could remember the feeling of dying. He knew. His hand darted to his bleeding back. With one pale, shaking finger, he tried to write one last, desperate message to Amy, but he only managed to write an 'A' before he collapsed, dead.
He never told the Doctor, or Amy. He was afraid of how they would react. Now, he was sitting in the TARDIS, after the three time travelers had visited a small planet called Jorgen a'Moneir, which had five moons, two suns, and a strange race that looked like milk cartons with tentacles. He watched as Amy got up and went to their room. The Doctor went somewhere in the TARDIS, probably a library of sorts. Rory leaned against the wall of the TARDIS, his knees pulled up to his chest.
The TARDIS hummed, concerned for her pretty boy. Rory sighed, his time with the Doctor playing over and over in his mind. He had found himself thinking a lot recently. The Doctor said that he should've been driven mad. Sometimes, Rory was convinced he had been right. Rory hid his face in his knees and broke down, tears streaming down his face.
Rory remembered. He always remembered. And sometimes, every once in a while, he couldn't take it.
There you go! Sadfacemuch. Please review! I may add a chapter to this, depends if I get some reviews or not.
Hope you enjoyed!