My first story here and it's a Doctor Who fic. Didn't really expect that but whatever. I don't really write Doctor Who but seeing Cold Blood yesterday had me so sad about poor Rory (I cried so much) that I had to write something. Well I hope you enjoy it, but please bear in mind I have no idea how the story will turn out in future. Reviews would be nice, but are certainly not neccesary, if you don't want to leave one, don't, I don't mind and I'm not going to moan at you to review. I'd like it, that's all. Anyway this is my first fic and it was written very quickly today so don't expect something too amazing. ~ADK

Why did it have to end this way?

Rory didn't understand, he'd seen himself, along with Amy, on that hill, ten years into the future. So why was he dying? How could he possibly be dying?

He had plans. So many plans. After seeing Amy pregnant in the dream world, he knew he had to have it. He wanted to have children with her, a boy and a girl, and he wanted to hug them and kiss them and watch them grow up. He wanted to have a perfect family with her, him and Amy, together.

His eyes were starting to lose focus, but he could still see her. Amy. The girl he'd wanted for so long, the girl he'd played with when they were kids, the girl who'd dressed him up as her raggedy doctor for years. The girl he loved. The girl he finally had. The girl he was losing.

Her face, worried and pained, was still the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. He wanted to hold her, love her, stay with her forever.

But here he was, dying, at her feet. He didn't want to, he'd do anything not to, but he couldn't stop it. He'd never have the future he so desperately wanted. And one burning question remained:

Why?

But there wasn't time to think about that, he was dying, and he knew he didn't have much time left. He had to tell Amy he loved her, he had to. Slowly, Rory opened his mouth to tell her the words he longed to say, but instead something different came out:

"You're so beautiful."

It wasn't what he had intended, but he felt it would mean the same to her, she knew how he felt. And it was completely true, for in his mind, there was nothing more beautiful than her.

Still, to not hear him say 'I love you' one last time might upset her; Amy always paid close attention to little things like that. With his last breath, Rory tried to gain a reprieve.

"I'm sorry."

And then he had no more strength, he couldn't even hold his eyes open any longer. He managed to glimpse Amy's face for one last precious second before falling into darkness.

His final thought of existence was this:

At least she'll have her memories of me.

A thin, pale white hand, a female hand, reaches out and grabs a jean clad ankle. She holds on as tight as she can. Then it all fades into light.

Amy Pond was bored.

After saying goodbye to 2020 and hopping back into the TARDIS, the Doctor was fiddling around with various bits and pieces of equipment, and Amy was bored.

"Doctor can we go somewhere now?" She moaned loudly, hoping to sway the Doctor in the right direction. His voice echoed back to her from across the TARDIS:

"Not until everything's been checked, I don't want her dying on us if we're in any sort of trouble."

Amy pouted and lifted herself onto the centrepiece of the time machine, careful not to press any buttons. She swung her legs like a child and looked forcefully at the Doctor, daring him to stop her.

"But you said we were going to Rio, I'm still dressed for Rio."

He met her gaze and Amy was surprised to see a touch of sorrow in the Doctor's eyes, he was usually so happy, she had no idea as to what could have upset him. The hint of pain was quickly masked by a grin and a little wink.

"You never know what can happen in Rio."

Amy beamed back at him, happy to have moved things in a nicer direction; she was still a little bothered by it all though, what could have upset her Raggedy Doctor? Was he still annoyed about Ambrose shooting that lizard-thing? Or that they hadn't been able to form an alliance with the lizard-people? It didn't seem like that though, after all they still had a chance with that alliance, but what else could it be?

Pushing the thoughts from her mind, Amy slid off the station, only to hear the sound of something clattering to the floor after her. She cringed and slowly looked to see what it was, hoping and praying that it wasn't some vital piece of the TARDIS, or a severed hand or something.

Thankfully, it wasn't either of those things; instead it was a small red box. Amy crouched down and picked it up, examining the little square of velvet. Flipping the lid revealed a beautiful diamond ring, an engagement ring, and for a moment Amy felt a stab of pain in her heart, though it quickly subsided. An engagement ring, but for who? Was it the Doctor's? It couldn't be, not the Doctor. Who then?

Straightening up, she turned and presented the box to the Doctor. She raised an eyebrow and pointed at the box questioningly.

"Is this yours? Are you proposing to someone? It'd better not be me 'cause you know what I've got tomorrow-"

The Doctor suddenly snapped his head in her direction, eyes wide. Was she remembering? Had she retained some of Rory in her memory? This could be it!

"What? No, what? What have you got tomorrow?" The Doctor knew he was talking too fast but he couldn't help himself, this was what he'd been praying for, a memory, any memory.

Amy blinked and shook her head slightly. The Doctor could feel his hearts sink, and his face drop, though he concealed it the best he could.

"I…don't know. Nothing, nothing's happening tomorrow, why did I say that?" Again, she shook her head, then she steered the topic back to the ring box. "Anyway, this thing, what's it doing here? It is an engagement ring isn't it? Not yours though, surely?"

Looking at it, the Doctor suddenly remembered it, it was Amy's ring; the ring Rory gave her. He couldn't tell her that though; of course not. It still saddened him, to think of the life the two of them would have had together.

"No," He said in reply to her question, "Just an old friends'." Which wasn't strictly lying, Rory had been his friend, at least he liked to think so, but the Doctor wasn't about to tell Amy that he had been her best friend too.

Amy looked at the little box sadly.

"Did he ever get to propose or did he…?" Hear voice faded as she found the ground suddenly very interesting. The Doctor gave a half hearted chuckle.

"Oh, yes, he'd done that way before he even met me." Seeing Amy's confusion, he quickly added, "He just didn't like her wearing it, too scared that she'd lose it."

Amy's eyes lit up for the briefest of seconds.

"Just like him!" Again, the Doctor felt elation rise up in him, she was remembering! But the light faded from her eyes and all the Doctor was left with was a confused looking Amy pondering what she'd just said.

The Doctor tuned out her confused dismissals and decided to have one shot at forcing her to remember, one last try, if it didn't work, there was nothing else he could do.

"I think you should wear it."

He was met with a surprised "What?" from Amy, but he pressed on through.

"Well, it's a nice ring and he's obviously not going to be using it, so why waste it? I'm sure it'd fit you, why not try it?"

Amy was puzzled by the Doctor's pushiness, he wasn't usually like that, but seeing as he was very determined to have her wear it, Amy decided not to refuse. It was a beautiful ring anyway. She lifted the lid and gently pushed the ring onto her finger. A perfect fit. As soon as it was on Amy felt lighter, like someone had just flicked a switch inside her and now she was shining bright and strong. It felt so right.

But it wasn't her ring. It was someone else's happiness, and she had no right to it. But she knew she'd never take it off, she couldn't, she didn't want to lose this wonderful feeling.

She noticed the Doctor staring at her expectantly. She smiled shyly and said:

"It's sort of weird, wearing someone else's engagement ring."

The Doctor's face fell for a second but he quickly regained his composure, saying it looked very nice but she didn't have to feel obligated to wearing it, especially if it made her uncomfortable.

Amy stared at the ring for a second, the thin band cool against her skin.

"Actually, I think I'll keep it on."

Because inside she loved the feeling and she never wanted to let it escape her again.

Well I hope you liked it! Update soon (hopefully)! Do you think everyone was in character? That's my biggest goal here. Thanks for reading!