A/N: Yay for Amy and Rory! They're one of my favorite couples of all time (fourth behind Eleven/River, Buffy/Spike, and Logan/Veronica), and I realized I have never written anything for them! In my defense, I actually just started watching Doctor Who about a month and a half ago, but still. This is inexcusable. So here goes. By the way, I'm sorry for the sucky title, but whatever.
Timing: Amy's eighteen, and her aunt has recently died, maybe in the last six months or so.
Canon Changes: As far as I know, this isn't really a canon change, but whatever. I don't think they ever really explained what happened to Amy's parents or her aunt (before they did the Big Bang Two in the Pandorica episode and brought them back), so I'm going to assume they all died. Her aunt had cancer, mkay?
Ponderings of a Pond
Amy walked outside into the garden, enjoying the feeling of the cool, crisp night air on her skin. There were a million glowing stars in the velvety blackness, illuminating Amy's backyard. A gentle breeze tickled her hair, tossing it to and fro against her neck and back.
Amy stepped over a pot spilling over with geraniums. She looked around the garden, her arms crossing over the ramshackle shed and charmingly overgrown flowerbeds. Finally they landed on the spot where, nine years ago, her entire life had changed.
"Doctor, did you forget about all of this?" she breathed. Her voice was immediately carried away into the night.
At this point, Amy was upset, but not at all surprised that he hadn't come back. After all, everyone always left Amy. First her parents died, and then her aunt. And the cancer sapped most of the money, so she was left with no way to go to college and a crap job as a kissogram. Even Amy's best friend was in and out of jail on minor charges, and therefore not always able to be there for her. Rory was the only person consistently in her life.
Amy smiled to herself. Rory. She remembered the time they'd gone trick-or-treating together as kids, when Amy dressed as the Doctor and he was a Roman. No one understood Amy's costume at all, and once it had been explained, they didn't get the "joint costume." Everyone assumed they were so attached at the hip that they had to have a pairs costume.
Rory Williams. The one who had a sturdy, stable job as a nurse. He'd been so amazing with everything. He'd been there during her aunt's sickness and then death, and never so much as complained. Rory sat there with Amy for every test, every surgery, and held her when she cried at the funeral. Melody didn't even come. She was hungover from the previous night, spent at a bar in London.
And as amazing as the Doctor was, and no matter how much Amy wished he'd come back for her, he would never be able to claim to have done that. He'd missed all of that, and with any luck, nothing else would happen that would give him an opportunity to make up for it.
Amy pulled out her cell phone and dialed the number she knew by heart.
"Amy?" a very groggy Rory answered. "It's three in the morning. Are you all right?"
"I'm fine. I just wanted to tell you that I love you."
"I love you, too. Hasn't this already been established?"
"I suppose."
"Fantastic. Now, can I go back to sleep?"
"Yes. Good night."
"Good night, dear." Rory hung up the phone.
Amy smiled.
No matter how amazing a person is, they still don't like being woken up at three in the morning.