Welcome to my very first Doctor Who story. Though, really, it's not so much a story as it is a character study. And I do hope I do him justice. I find Rory Williams to be one of the finest characters to ever be invented. Please, enjoy.

"Well, somebody didn't get out much for 2,000 years."

~The Doctor

There were many beautiful women in the world. So many over a span of two thousand years or so. He wasn't blind. And he may have been plastic, but he still had human tendencies, he had proven that to the Doctor last time they saw each other. No, he couldn't deny the beauty of females of the human race.

And with all the stories circulating around him, they couldn't resist him either, it appeared. From all over, the most adventurous of women came to seek him out – like Sheba to Solomon. Each time one descended into the cave to the Pandorica's home, he rose from his seat with his ever-drawn sword at the ready. When they entered, a gleam came in their eye at the sight of the Lone Centurion.

No, he wasn't the handsomest of men. But to many of them, the most beautiful and adventurous of women, he was a conquest. They had found him, wasn't it time to collect a reward? And, really, he was a Roman.

They tried their hand at seducing him, reminding him of his loneliness. They batted their eyes, they traced his chest plate with their fingers, they spoke in low tones closing the space between them. They were disappointed.

For again and again, he firmly turned them each away. His eyes slitted ever so slightly. His voice tightened in a commanding tone. He straightened even more, and his sword rose. No, they couldn't.

And so they left.

Even when the Pandorica was found, and traveled across the world, did he not seek out a beautiful companion. Yes, his plastic body with human tendencies craved another's warmth. Yes, he wanted to go out and find someone himself. But there was always that one human tendency. The one with memories and love stronger than the forces that tried their hand at opening the Pandorica. The one that guarded and protected against all odds. That one kept him their. Kept him loyal.

It was the one that swelled up, boiling and raging within him when a man came along gazing at the box, looking at the Lone Centurion, guessing of what may be in their. A few guessed a treasure beyond compare. A few guessed it was the very reason for existence. And a few guessed it was a beautiful woman.

And they were all right.

And with their correct assumptions, the Lone Centurion stood tall and proud, with a deadly gleam in his eye as he spoke to them, warning them against even attempting to open it. For nothing would get in. For nothing would make him leave his post. For nothing would keep him from his very reason for existence, a treasure beyond compare, a beautiful woman.

The most beautiful woman of all. The only one he would ever hold close. The only one who would ever receive his love.

So? How'd I do? I'm not too sure of it, myself. Please, drop a note, let me know! -Jimmy Candlestick