Death sighed, reaching for the remote. All the channels in the world and nothing decent was on. He was just resigning himself to the fact that he would be stuck watching "Ready, Steady, Cook" for the rest of his existence when the door slammed open, smacking the wall.
"I did it again!"
Death sighed again. Rory walked over to the cooler in the corner, grabbing a soda before sitting on the coach next to the other 'man'.
"What happened this time?"
"The Doctor flew us into a cold star!"
Death rolled his eyes. "Honestly Rory! How often do we have to do this? It's not even the first time I've seen you today! What was the first death again? Death by alien grandma?"
Rory sighed and took another sip of his soda. "I guess I'll be going back soon then."
Death checked his watch. "Another five minutes or so, enough time for you to finish your soda I think."
"Good." Rory downed some more of his drink. "What's going on with you then?"
"Nothing much, you're the most interesting thing since the Winchesters and Castiel!"
"Who?" He finished his can.
"Don't worry just so-" He was interrupted as Rory started getting paler. "Well, I guess you're off, goodbye old friend." Death smiled as Rory waved at him before fading into nothingness. His smile dropped as he remembered what he had been doing before his friend had walked in. "Back to TV then I guess."
*A few years later*
Death was channel surfing, so far all he could find were re-runs of shows he'd already seen, the usual. He finally stopped, choosing a random channel. He sighed and settled himself down to watch whatever show it was. A knock sounded at the door.
"What? Who is it?"
The door opened and Rory stepped inside, followed by a young red-haired woman. "Hey Death, I brought my wife with me this time!"
The woman pulled on his arm and whispered angrily at him. "Rory! What are you doing?!"
"I-" Whatever explanation Rory had ready for his wife were cut off as Death spoke.
"Oh, is this Amy?" He stood up from his space on the couch, the TV switching off. "I must say, it's a pleasure to meet you. I've heard so much about you from Rory. I hope you've had a good long life.
Amy nodded, "I'm sorry but, who exactly are you?"
"Oh, did Rory not tell you? My name is Death." While Amy stood staring at the man in front of her Rory walked over, hand outstretched, meaning to shake his friend's hand. He was somewhat shocked when Death pulled him into a large hug, slapping him on the back.
"I'm guessing this one is more permanent than the rest?" Rory nodded as Amy snapped out of her stupor. Death conjured a chair, directing Amy to sit. He then walked over to his couch and settled back down in his chair. He waved his hand at the cooler in the corner. "You know where the sodas are."
A/N-Thanks for reading
