The prompt/inspiration for this was the following lyrics:

Kamikaze Airplanes in the sky.
Are we going down or will we fly?
This could be a ship wreck on the shore.
Or we could sail away forever more.
This time it's sink of swim.

From the song 'Sink or Swim' by Tyrone Wells.
Set at the end of and the time after 'Day of the Moon'.

Disclaimer: I don't own ANY of this stuff; not the characters or the main story...nothing. So.

It was, really, very funny how two words that were so trivial could have such a large effect on a person's life, especially when one had traveled through time, been brought back from the dead, seen people die and come back, been followed closely by a crack in the universe itself…
But it was two words that had Amy facing something very, very challenging.
"Stupid Face."

In the moment she had let them slip out and then seen that look on Rory's face, she knew instantly that if the Doctor had heard what she had been wishing he would hear, he hadn't been the only one. After so many times of being in this situation and face-to-face with that flippy-haired Raggedy Doctor of hers instead of Rory, it was a habit to say something like that to him—to someone that wasn't Rory, someone that would never be Rory and that she had meant that message that she knew he had heard for—and she wished this once she had been able to stifle it.
It was by some kind of divine grace that she hadn't had to expand on what she'd said that exact moment. They ran, they escaped, and when they were safe in the TARDIS again, Amy realized that the entire time she'd been lost in thoughts, knowing that now there was no going back on those words.

Over Rory's shoulder she could see the Doctor at the TARDIS' console, could see him trying very hard not to look at her—and she knew he was, his lip always fidgeted a bit when he was trying not to look at something—but when he gave in and his green eyes met hers even across that distance, and they were so, so far apart. He was the sailing ship that was being carried further and further away from her out to sea, and all she could do was stand on the shore and gaze off at him as he drifted away. Her eyes went back to Rory's, and she saw familiar places, familiar faces, a land that she knew and would always know and that held small surprises and a family with a little house that she would live in and give to her children one day. Rory was comfort, and he was that net of safety that she should have wanted to rest in and settle with.

The Doctor, though—he was new, and he was distant shores and open air and he was strange and shocking and dangerous and so wonderful. He was everything she could never even dream of and so much more; but now he was the ship that was sailing away from her and looking back with lips that couldn't say goodbye. She could see it in his eyes that he knew as well as she did what the right choice for her was. He had always wanted her to be safe, he had told her so many times that this could not work. In her sleep he had whispered to her to love Rory, and she had. But his eyes on her eyes, his arms around her and his lips to her forehead over and over…they told her a different story. He wanted her to stay, he wanted to be able to let her love him, he wanted so much to be selfish over her. The Doctor and Amy Pond and all of the days they could have. The Doctor and Amy Pond, and together they could fly and fall together.

As she stood in front of Rory, looking into his face that was fearful and excited, she knew that with him, there was fear to fly. There was fear of falling, and the knowledge that if they stayed together on the ground they could be safe and happy anyhow.
But Amy had tasted the sky, and a life forever only staring upwards sent a pain through her heart so intense that for a split-second she nearly clutched her chest. She'd spent so many years looking up and waiting to fly, waiting for that strange wonderful magical man to pull her into the stars with him.
Her voice sounded so normal as she answered him but in her thoughts she barely heard what she was saying, and as Rory kissed her, her eyes wandered to the TARDIS' console again. The Doctor had moved out of her sight for now, but she wasn't going to let him leave her behind.

The TARDIS had gone dark to simulate night for it's passengers, but under the neon-lit platform of the console, the blue glow lit up two figures standing close and speaking in quiet whispers.
Amy's arms slid around the Doctor's neck, and her cheek pressed to his chest. Briefly she listened only to the soft beating of his two hearts before feeling his arms slide around her, one hand slowly trailing up through her long curls. His mouth pressed to the top of her head, and he tightened his grip on her for a moment, closing his eyes and she doing the same.
"What are we doing, Pond?" His voice was barely a whisper.
"We're getting carried out to sea." She replied, burying her face against the fabric of his shirt and inhaling the strange and familiar smell of him. He held her back from him for a moment, hands gently holding her shoulders as he gazed down at her.
"Amy." He shut his eyes again, taking a deep inhale as he did. Slowly he pulled her close again. "Amy…The further out ships sail, the deeper they sink. I can't let you sink. I can't let you drown." Her fingers take hold of the lapels of his blazer.
"You never do." She said, and her eyes met his again, a smile playing over her lips. The Doctor brought a hand up to cup her cheek, and she leaned in, touching her forehead to his. "We could sail forever, you and me—you know we could. And if we sink, we can swim to shore together." He let out a small, soft laugh, rubbing their noses together and closing his eyes, whispering her name once, twice, three times—
"What if I can't swim, Pond?" She held back a laugh, shutting her eyes and speaking so close to his lips that he could feel hers moving as she did.
"I can teach you."
He kissed her, this time, and neither of them pulled back, both of them moving together in a unison that their bodies had waited for since they'd been brought together again.

Maybe they would sink one day. But until then they had such a magnificent journey to look forward to, together—and she would never regret that.

A/N: And there's the first installment! I hope I didn't disappoint; this one's my first DW fic EVER. I've just recently gotten into the series, and I'm absolutely in love with it now.
Stick around for more!