Author's Note: I don't own Doctor Who, I can't promise perfect grammar, yada yada yada...
I really hope you enjoy this! I've been really excited about this idea! Rory is often under-appreciated and I think he deserves some credit. As in a lot of credit. I'm hoping to update on a semi-regular basis. My main focus is on Melody's Dream right now, but I also want to add to this.
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Peace, Love, ALLONS-Y!
Rory stared down at his countless tally marks on his torn sheet of paper. He didn't need to count them in order to know how many days it had been since the Pandorica was sealed. The number seared into his brain was pushed up by one at every sunrise. The ever changing number would never leave him, that he was sure of. The series of little dashes on the paper was just one more way to pass the time. So much time. Whenever he started to lose it, whenever he started doubting himself, he would count the little ticks, one by one. One day for each mark.
"Look," he whispered hoarsely, for he found he hadn't used his plastic vocal chords in quite some time. He wondered if it was possible for dust to settle there. He cleared his throat and started again.
"Look, Amy," he repeated, more strength in his voice this time. "One hundred years. Would you believe that?" he leaned back, letting his helmet touch the cold surface of the Pandorica. "We've been here for one hundred years."
Tears brimmed in Rory's eyes. One hundred years. One hundred years guarding the love of his life. One hundred years without seeing her face. One hundred years knowing she was still mostly dead. One hundred years of hearing the shot that had come out of his wretched hand.
One hundred years.
"You know, I used to not know why I kept track of how much time it's been," he commented, a tear rolling down his cheek. "What's the point of counting the years if every second not spent with you is an eternity, you know?" he asked. "But now I know. It's not counting the eternities I've sat through waiting for you," he explained, hand gently rubbing the ledge of the box he had made his home.
"It's a count down. Every tally mark is one less eternity until I see your beautiful face again. So today is a happy day." He closed his eyes. "One hundred years down, only nineteen hundred to go."