If Rory Got Away
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN DOCTOR WHO (unfortunately) AND THE CHARACTERS ARE NOT MINE! I'M ONLY BASING THIS OFF OF THE EPISODE "Lets Kill Hitler" WHEN IT SHOWED INTO THE PAST AND AMY CONFRONTED RORY ON A GIRL HE HAS SHOWN INTEREST AND HE RAN OUT OF THE ROOM. I STARTED WONDERING WHAT IT WOULD BE LIKE IF AMY NEVER CAUGHT UP TO HIM. THUS, THE STORY BEGINS.
Chapter One
"I'm not gay." Rory said to Amy, wondering how she could even think such a thing. "Yes, you are." she said to him. "No, no I'm not." he argued. "Of course you are, don't be stupid! In the whole time I've known you, when have you shown interest in a girl?" she asked, "I've known you for about what, ten years? I've seen you practically every day. Name one girl you've paid the slightest bit of attention to." she said to him. Rory looked at her, practically speechless. She stared at him with those green eyes, waiting on a reply. And in that moment, one word passed through his mind. "Run." He turned around to face the door and bolted. He quickly scampered down the stairs.
Amy was startled, and turned to Mels as she began to chuckle. Amy pointed at her chest, arms folded and realized it was her. "Oh my God, Rory!" she started as she began to bolt out of the room. She quickly ran down the stairs only to find the front door wide open, and Rory's truck heading down the road, red lights glimmering in the darkness.
Amy stopped in the middle of the street, watching Rory's truck disappear. She brought a hand to her forehead, disappointed in herself. She dropped her hand to her side and started back inside the house. Mels was waiting for her at the door. "You really didn't know?" Mels asked, cracking a smile. "Shut up!" Amy snapped, red in the face from embarrassment. "No! I didn't know! How could I have?" Amy asked, upset. Mels walked over to her and said, "Think. Think back to when we were kids. Just close your eyes and remember." Amy did as she was told, and thought back to all the times when Rory was around. When they were playing hide and seek. On the playground when he asked her if she wanted to play a game and she turned him down. When they were in middle school and he asked her if she wanted to be partners on an assignment, and how she had told him "maybe next time." How he walked into the girls locker room in high school on the first day. Of every school year.
Amy felt her face burning, and she turned to Mels. "I'm going to bed okay, goodnight bye." and pushed her out of the house. Amy shut the door before she could say a word. She closed her eyes, face still burning. She walked into the kitchen and opened the cabinet, grabbing a cosmic brownie and taking small bites out of it. She threw the plastic in the trash, chewing angrily on the brownie. She swallowed, leaving and turning towards the stairs, entering her room. She unbuttoned her white coat, hanging it on a hook, pulling off her orange t-shirt and dropping it on the floor. She sighed and thought to herself. How could I be so clueless? The signs were all there, and I missed them. She slid her jean skirt and knickers down, unhooking her bra afterward. She pulled on a sweatshirt and pajama pants, crawling into her bed. She hated living alone, as it had left her with her thoughts.
Thoughts of her past with Rory swirled through her head. All the times she had been rude to him. She now realised how she wasn't fair to him, considering how nice he had been to her. They had some good times though, so she decided to think of those instead. The first time they met. She was only 4 years old. Their mothers had been great friends, and Georgia Williams had brought a young Rory Williams to the Pond home. Sherry Pond had them both play outside while she and Georgia had a sit down and caught up with each other. Instead of playing, Rory started at the young Amelia. "Why are you staring at me?" Amelia asked. "Am I staring? I'm sorry!" he looked down. Little Amy wondered about him. Why is he so jittery? She thought. She stretched an arm out to him, touching his shoulder. He yelped, bouncing to his feet, his cotton-top hair bouncing into his eyes. Amelia giggled at the way his hair moved. She stood up, stepping towards him. Rory stepped away from her, unsure of what she was doing. Amelia lunged at him, slapping his chest, yelling "you're it!" and running off. Startling Rory, it took him a moment to comprehend. Then he chased after her, beginning a wonderful game of tag. Amy smiled, dozing off.