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Warnings: Strong language, not-from-the-UK-ness, sexuality and other mature themes.
Pairings: River/Eleven, Rory/Amy, Eleven/Amy, Eleven/Amy/(Rory), River/Eleven/Amy.
A/N: There is going to be a life changing, game changing, Earth shattering, heart breaking, jaw-dropping, totally unexpected cliffhanger in episode 7 of series 6. But, I'm sure you know that by now. Yes, of course you do. This is when the shit hits the fan, when your eyes widen and you whistle lowly, nudging the person beside you on the couch or racing to the living room, panting and half-smiling and chanting, "This shit just got real."
Yes, lovelies. It's that time, again. Just like Turn Leftand other episodes; this is the turning point. Moffat has announced that we have it allllll wrong, we've been asking the wrong things, looking in the wrong places, all of that. We're too thick. Hah.
Who can sniff out a plotline from thousands of miles away? Who can spot the secret and spoiler within a week of the episode's announcement? Writers.
What are we?
Writers. WE WILL WIN. Or fail miserably. Either way, I'm giving you a mission, loves.
Come up with the most plausible, most earth-shattering and so on, cliff hanger idea you can and you'll win.. Something. I'll PM you, who ever the winner will be, and tell you the prize. (:
And on with the fic. Enjoy, sweets!
DELTA
You were always hard to hold;
So letting go isn't easy.
vi.
"Doctor," her soft, supple voice breathes in his ear, her gentle breath tickling the baby fine hairs on the back of his neck. "Doctor, I missed you."
He chokes on his breath and saliva, his eyes watering with joy and sorrow. He wants to tell her he missed her too, that he still loves her, that he never stopped and never will. He wants to wrap his arms around her and never let go.
But he can't.
She pulls away from him, her warm eyes shining sadly at him with that never-ending love and compassion. Her honey hair whips in the wind, lashing against his face. "I love you," she whispers, her voice almost inaudible. "Not him."
He wants to speak so badly. He wants to tell her about Amy and all the mishaps there and Rory and his abnormally large nose and how the two of them remind him of herself and Mickey. He wants to say her name, like it's the only thing that keeps him alive.
"Ro-"
He can't. His throat clenches around the word - the magnificent word - and his hearts thunder in his chest. His mind supplies him with other names, ones that ripple through his veins and crack his damaged soul further.
Donna.
Reinette.
Sarah Jane.
Martha.
Astrid.
Lady Catherine.
Captain Jack.
Amy.
She gives him that sad smile of her's and tucks her golden hair behind her ears, taking another step back. No! He wants to shout. No, stay!
"My Doctor. My Lonely Angel." She shakes her head, continuing to walk backward slowly. "Amy's looking for you. I have to go now."
No, no, no! Please stay! Please, Rose! Stay with-
The Doctor wakes with a jolt, meeting a pair of hazel eyes, bright with concern. "Doctor?" Amy murmurs, her fiery hair tickling his cheek. "You alright? You were mumbling in your sleep. Something about someone named Rose."
He gives her a silly grin and pushes himself up, making her take a small step back. It's obvious she doesn't want to leave him, her concern and love for him triumphant over her common sense. "Me? Yeah, I'm alright," he says off-handedly, nonchalantly. "I'm always alright."
"Is `alright´special Time Lord code for `really not alright at all´?"
vii.
It's all he ever wanted for her, this peaceful and happy life with Rory. She deserves it after everything she's been through. After everything they've been through.
They deserve it.
With this in mind, he smiles wistfully at the dancing pair, his hearts aching as they try to contain the pride and happiness (lie). "Two thousand years," he says to himself, shaking his head slightly at the love that surrounds them. "The Boy Who Waited. Good on ya, mate."
Rory pulls away from his new wife, kissing her softly, sweetly. Amy wraps her arms around him, holding him tightly against her slight frame as he buries his nose in her curls.
The Girl Who Waited.
Amy, with her fiestiness and her fierceness and her stubbornness and humanity. How can anyone not love her? How can anyone hurt her?
How can he, the Doctor, the Oncoming Storm, the Lonely Angel, the Last of the Time Lords, not love her?
The Boy Who Waited.
Rory, with his niceness and his heart-feltness and his trusting and his open heart. Is there anyone else more deserving of their dreams? Is there any man who didn't deserve a calm, quiet life more than Rory?
No, not really.
His lips twist into a gruesome half-smile, looking more forced than it should. "Time to go," he murmurs, not expecting anyone to hear him but needing to say these words, to hear himself say it and bring closure. "Bye bye, Ponds. Live well. Love each other."
He turns, unable to watch anymore of the newlyweds and their happy family, and slips out of the reception hall. In the entire walk back to the TARDIS, he has but one thought;
The Boy and Girl Who Waited.
Was it worth it?
viii.
"Do you love her?" Rory asks, his olive green eyes flickering to his wife. The Doctor gives him a warning look, fiddling with the blue boringers. "No, seriously, Doctor. Do you love her?"
Yes. No. Rassilon, I don't know. Why are you asking?
He shrugs, glancing at the gorgeous ginger on the other side of the control room. She's reading a book, her brows furrowed as her eyes dart from left to right. "Why? It's a bit late to be asking this question, Rory," he reminds him, looking away from Big Nose's wife. "Scratch that - very late to be asking. Why now?"
Rory shrugs, now, trying to appear nonchalant and failing. The doubt and suspicion is blatantly obvious in the way he moves and how his eyes drift from the Doctor and Amy. "No reason," he brushes off.
Yeah, sure.
"Rory." The Doctor warns, shooting him a dark look. "Why now? Why are you asking me this today?"
What has she said?
"You two spent a lot of time alone together, in here. I'm her husband, I have a right to know if -"
He snorts, cutting off the worried man rather rudely. He doesn't really care, though, because Rory has guessed at what the Doctor is trying very hard not to accept. "Rory, I assure you, nothing has or ever will happen between Amy and I. Welll..." He gives him an apologetic grimace. "Besides that kiss that time."
The kiss that changed everything for them.
"So.. Nothing's going on?" Rory asks, sounding nervous and anxious. Almost exactly what the Doctor is feeling at the moment, being questioned by Rory and feeling Amy's eyes on him, no longer chasing words.
They're all waiting for an answer - himself, Rory and Amy. The TARDIS is deathly quiet, everyone and everything just waiting.
He smirks to himself and shakes his head for Rory and Amy. "Nothing's going on, Rory. Relax."
(and he pretends he doesn't hear Rory's relieved sigh or Amy's breath hitch or his scratched and dented heart fall to the glass floor, shattering completely.)
ix.
Sometimes, he thinks of what might have been. If he hadn't been twelve years late. If he had waited for Amy, again.
They might have gotten together. He might have fallen harder, she might have fallen deeper. They might have gotten knee-deep in each other and realized that they never had to leave.
Or, Rory might have stopped her. Rory might have came along. Rory might have proposed, then and there.
He might have had to watch. He might have had to feel his hearts break two years early. He might have realized not everyone is like Rose and Mickey.
Sometimes, he thinks of what might have been. If he hadn't been twelve years late. If he had waited for Amy, again.
But, the truth is... He had been twelve years late and he hadn't waited for Amy, again. He was late, twice. He didn't wait for Amy.
And now, he has to face the consequence of his poor punctuality and impatience - Rory Williams.
Ergh.
Just.. Ergh. Like the first two, but the last two? ... Ergh.
Welllll... Tell me what you think! Revieww, my loves, and don't forget the mission/competition!
Sorry if it's OOC, by the way..
(Has anyone saw that series 6 trailer with the delicious Amy and Doctor scene? The one where he's saying, "Whatever happens, however far, however hard, we will find you," and he cups her cheek?
Ha-haa, can't wait! Pretty sure it's 6x07.)
Look out for the next in the series, Truth and Fiction. Until then,
Yr Alban.
