He let out a half-gasp, half-groan as he stumbled forwards, tripping and landing on his hands and knees. The impact on the hard cement sent pain shooting up his arms and caused his knees to throb. Not even bothering to muster up the energy to stand, he just rolled over so he was lying on his back.
The night sky loomed above him, dark and yet not so dark, the New York lights tinting the sky-
He had been in a graveyard. In the daytime. With River and the Doctor and-
Amy. Where was Amy?
He couldn't move, he couldn't breathe. They had been safe, they were together. All of them. Safe and sound. But he was here. How could-
Angels. What if there was one left? But there couldn't-
And yet here he was. Lying on his back on some dark New York night, stranded and alone.
Oh, God. Amy. That building never existed, he couldn't still be lying in that bed, only to spend all of his days in solitude until he met... well, himself again. And Amy.
Amy.
He didn't have Amy. After all that-
This was a dream. This had to be a dream, it had to be a-
Crack.
A crackle of light, a gust of wind, and a dull thud accompanied by and 'oof!' and the scraping of fabric on the rough stone.
"Amy?"
His wife, his angel, rolled over so she was facing him. The couple stared at each other for an unknown period of time, too absorbed in each other to even give an estimated guess. His mind was frozen, numb, just barely capable of stringing together a thought. Amy was here, which meant he wasn't dead in some drafty hotel room-
Amy was here. That meant the Angels-
But the Doctor could save-
Was she crying? Why-
"You're alive?"
Her question forced its way through the hazy fog.
"Why are you crying?"
"Because you died."
"No, I didn't."
Although, he supposed, that if it was an Angel, then he would have died-
But the Doctor could-
She didn't answer his question. Well, she did, but-
"But you did."
"Well if I'm dead, then how are you here?"
"Until death do us part." He reached out to wipe a few of the tears off of her face. "I wasn't going to leave you. There was an Angel, left over, and-" She took a deep breath. "And I blinked, I looked away, because it was my only chance to see you again."
"You chose me?"
She snorted.
"I'll always choose you."
Slowly, rather awkwardly, he shifted so that the two of them were lying on the sidewalk, Amy in his arms.
Amy said she looked away, which meant she was sent back in time by an Angel. They both were.
"Can't the Doctor get us?"
"I read your gravestone. Time is fixed."
"So we're stuck here?"
He wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. All he'd ever wanted was a quiet life-
And living a life in New York City decades before your time was quiet?
-and here he was with the love of his life.
"Amy?"
"Hm?"
"I'm never leaving you. Ever."
He held her closer as she started to cry into his arms.
"You better not," was her muffled response.
And they held each other tightly on the dreary sidewalk, too tired for words, so drained they couldn't really feel. Their lives were turned upside-down in less than a moment, and it was far too much to comprehend.
But they had each other, and they were alive.
That's all that mattered.
Still stuck in non-comprehensiveness... Needed to write myself some closure... Expect more angst coming up...