a/n: As I'm spending most of my free time (what little there is of it) getting caught up on Doctor Who so I'm able to watch the new season with everyone else, I'm finding myself stuck. Stuck in the way that I don't really want to watch anymore. Rory and Amy's departure from the show is something I took a little harder than I should have and so to cope with missing them I'm going to write a fic. Or maybe two…we'll see how it goes.
POND LIFE:
Amy found it desperately hard to sleep in complete silence. As a child she'd rarely slept at all, one eye or one ear always open and ready. Waiting for the Madman in the Blue Box to appear again. Then she grew up and he finally did come back, just as she was finding a way to sleep in silence. Life on the TARDIS was wonderful, exhilarating and most of the time completely bonkers. Down time, relaxation and sleep were commodities one didn't get often as worlds and planets begged for help at every turn, but when she did get to sleep it was with the comforting hum of the TARDIS engines. And after a while, it was Rory snoring beneath her as well.
She says beneath her because as we know, the Doctor planted bunk beds in their room. Finally, a proper bed was installed and that was when Amy slept the best of all. Rory's arms around her, the hum of the TARDIS and his breathing in her ear, and just knowing; in her soul that the Doctor was downstairs somewhere tinkering with the controls. That had been heaven, and that had been life. The TARDIS and her boys. But it wasn't real life, it wasn't Pond Life and occasionally they had to go back. They had to stay in their adorable little one bathroom house with the blue door that was smaller on the inside. And it wasn't like real life was bad; it just wasn't TARDIS life. Still, she slept well for Rory was still next to her; his arms around her and his breath in her ear.
And sometimes, she would call the Doctor and he would put the phone next to the console and let her listen till she fell asleep. The Doctor's absences grew in length and even his messages were further apart. The Ponds were slowly sinking into normal. Part of Amy's mind relished in it, the other part of her screamed. One regular morning she stood in the kitchen, her eyes closed. Rory was upstairs in the shower and the Ood was outside in the garden. She had a moment to herself, and she took advantage of it. The tears fell, the sobs wracked her ribs till it hurt and she clutched the counter to stay standing. How could she literally feel torn in half? Their life with the Doctor, their life without him.
She loved Rory; she didn't have to remind herself of that. She loved their house, and she even loved his little car; a bit. Though she would never admit it out loud. He looked so sexy when he drove it. They got up, showered. Had a proper breakfast nowadays thanks to the Ood. Then they were off to work. The royalties from her perfume line turned modelling career gave her the option to stay home, but she didn't want it. Rory worked, so she did as well. Besides, if she stayed in the house all day every day she would go mad. Not that she wasn't going mad already. She checked the phone for messages more often than she would have liked, and found herself jumping up from the couch, turning down the telly just to see if she'd been imagining the low 'whoop whoop' of the TARDIS landing out in the yard.
But the Doctor didn't come, and she didn't call him. Not even when she needed him the most. Then the fights started. Sure, she and Rory fought often, but never like this. Never till the sun rose and they were both hoarse from screaming. Never to the point where she stood idly in the corner watching him pack a bag. Her fingers itched to reach out and stop him, but she knew this was what was best for him. She would have to let him go, let him move on. He'd have to find someone else, someone that deserved him. Could give him what he wanted. What he needed.
He'd waited 2,000 years for her; and for what? To be rewarded with an empty house and a life where they seemed to always be waiting for something that might never come. No, she would let him go, force him to go if she had to. It would be easier for him to get over her if he hated her anyway. This was it, this was the day Rory Williams was going to leave her. This would be the end of their Pond Life. She watched him close the suitcase, heard the final clicks as the locks slid into place. Her arms were tight around her; her nails digging into the leather jacket she wore. She closed her eyes and prayed, prayed that the Doctor would appear; would come bursting into the bedroom and put a stop to all this. That he would take them back to Demon's Run before any of the damage had been done to her body. It could be reversed couldn't it?
All of this could be avoided. But the Doctor never came and time didn't stop. Nor did it rewind. Slowly, Rory turned to face her; anger and pain in his eyes. He was waiting, one last flicker of hope that she would stop him. But she only stood there, her eyes on the floor now for she couldn't bare to look at him. He huffed and flung the suitcase from the bed, throwing open the bedroom door. She heard him, usually so light on his feet, stomping down the wooden staircase. She stood frozen for a moment, the feeling of being torn hitting her again. The tears fell, and they wouldn't be stopped this time. She wouldn't be able to hide them from him now, and maybe that was for the best.
She screamed his name, chasing him down the stairs. He was already out the front door but that didn't stop her. She'd made a mistake, but she could fix it. She could make him come back. She could call the Doctor and they would just go back. But the Doctor's absence in recent months had given Rory a sense of security and he'd painted the damn nursery already. He'd been romantic and sweet and seductive and she'd thrown it all back in his face. The fear, the hurt; the sense of failure. She couldn't give him children, she couldn't give him the life he wanted. But it was Rory and he would forgive her, he would find a way past it. Her heeled boots met the sidewalk and through her tears she saw his retreating form.
She called his name, but he was done. Done with the fighting, the waiting. The pain. The fear that she loved the Doctor more than she loved him. That she would never choose their normal life over a life in the TARDIS. His coat in one had, his suitcase in the other he kept walking. He didn't stop, and he didn't look back. He threw the suitcase into the backseat of the car and drove away. Amy reached for the gate, her fingers closing around the ornate black iron; its strength keeping her standing as every possible emotion poured from her eyes. Why didn't he look back? He's better off without you. That voice, the realization it might be true broke the final piece of her heart and slowly, almost crawling like an infant she got herself back in the house.
That night, the silence kept her awake. There was no humming of the TARDIS engine. No sweet music the Doctor sometimes played. There were no Rory snores, or the easy, familiar beating of his heart. There was nothing, just a small one bathroom house with a blue door that suddenly felt very, very big on the inside.
a/n: Watching Pond Life on YouTube made me NEED to write this. I may include a second chapter, for two reasons. Reason number one; there is not nearly enough smut for Amy and Rory- that I can find- and reason number two; it is me after all, how could I not keep going?