I needed to write this because I feel like Rory and Amy are too aloof about their daughter. Set after AGMGTW, pre 'Let's Kill Hitler'. I might add another chapter, or another one-shot about after The Girl Who Waited, not quite sure yet.
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The Boy Who Waited
His heart clenched as he watched his wife drop to the floor in agony, in pain. He automatically wrapped his arms around her shaking form to comfort her. They were back in their house in Leadworth. Both were emotionally drained and the cheery décor of the home seemed to mock them.
This wasn't how he had imagined their life to be. Nothing like he had envisioned at all, honestly. He was supposed to be a nurse, helping people and taking care of his family.
He wasn't supposed to be waltzing about in Roman gear blowing up Cyber Legions. He wasn't supposed to be looking for a kidnapped daughter. He was supposed to be playing with the small girl at that very moment, being the best dad he could possibly be.
The Doctor wasn't supposed to come back and turn their lives all topsy-turvy. He was supposed to be Amy's imaginary friend and nothing more. Yes, he appreciated the Doctor and considered him a true friend, but he couldn't help but think that had he and Amy never stepped foot on the TARDIS, their daughter wouldn't be missing right now. Amy wouldn't be a crying heap on the floor, too weak to even reach the couch. He wouldn't be comforting her while trying to mask his own pain.
"Rory," Amy choked on a sob.
"Shh, I'm here," he whispered.
He was always there for her, no matter what. Nothing would change that, ever. He waited two thousand years for Amy. Two thousand years of memories and terrible things he had witnessed while guarding the Pandorica. He'd wait another two thousand years if he had to. But he refused to wait now. He refused to wait for the Doctor to find his daughter.
Amy continued crying into his shoulder. He tried to fight the tears from coming, but couldn't. He'd seen River before Demon's Run. She had looked like she'd seen a ghost when he'd appeared and thought that strange, albeit not unusual since they met out of order. Did she like her life the way it was? Would she hate them if they found her, got to raise her?
All this time, he and Amy had been with Melody without even knowing it. They missed her first words, her first steps, her first day of school, everything. There was no one to help them.
It's not like they could tell their families 'Oh, Amy and I had a daughter, but she's been kidnapped by some freaky eye patch lady from the 51st century'. They couldn't even tell Mels, their best friend. Actually, his memory was really fuzzy on where Mels actually was at the moment. To think, Amy had named their daughter after their juvenile deliquent of a friend.
"I love you," Amy whispered, voice cracking.
"I love you too, and I promise you, I will find our daughter," Rory's blue eyes pierced Amy's hazel. She nodded before wrapping her arms around him. She relaxed in his hold, his arms wrapped about her waist.
He longed to hold that precious baby, Melody. His and Amy's daughter. He would find Melody if it's the last thing he'd ever do. He was done waiting.