-The warm caress of the spring air whistled past the duo. Their steps were amazingly slow and paced, but that fact did not matter. The only thing that seemed to at the moment was the young girl being outside. Even with her chilled fingers to her pockets, she was out. Amelia Pond was slowly coming out of her shell. And that seemed to make Rory unbelievably happy.
-"There's a new girl at reception. You wouldn't believe her hairstyle if you looked at it. Honestly, I have no idea how she finds the time to make it like that every morning." The nurse sighed slightly, shaking his head. He took a second to smile, though, turning back to Amy.
-"If you'd like, I could introduce the two of you. I can't quite remember her name, though. It's.. It's up to you, though, Ms. Pond." He tucked his clipboard into the nook between his arm and chest. Rory gave a slight smile at Amy's nod.
-"I-I guess so. If you think she's alright." The stuttering lessened, at least for the moment. A glint was seen to the girl's eye as she stared into Rory's. She was not the one to break the contact of pupils, though. The young man found himself unable to stare into the green strokes of paint with a straight face. His cheeks lit up with a small pink as he turned away.
-"S-So, Ms. Pond, are you feeling better this morning? The weather should help you." What was he saying? The weather should have absolutely nothing to do with her condition. The Mr. Williams silently cursed himself for the stupid mutterings he had spoken. Even so, the girl responded.
-"It's nice out. It's very nice to be out." She found herself cutting off the words "With you." at the end of her sentence. She couldn't push her simple delusions onto this man. Even if they were together in her dreams, in the other world with the raggedy man, it did not mean there was any type of attraction in this one. Their relationship only existed in her dreams. It was nice to have someone to care for and to be cared by, to love and be loved by, even if only by delusion, but... But why did seeing him as a stranger here make her heart ache so much?
-"Amelia, I.." There it was, Amy realized. This man only uttered her first name when subjects of great importance came up.
-Were they really friends, not just patient and nurse?
-Was she feeling any better? Truly?
-All questions to which he had spoken her first name in asking. Now another was about to pop up.
-"Amelia, Mr. Harkness asked me something today." The head of the institution, she knew. He had been good friends with her parents. Very good friends.
-Rory ran a troubled hand through his hair. He gripped the clipboard tight, finally coming to eye contact with her.
-"He asked me if I wanted to switch cases. I didn't realize, but every physician is given the chance to switch to another case after two years. Amy, I don't think I'm a very good match for you. I don't think I can help you.. I just.." He shook his head as if every word pained him to say. Even the expression to hid face hinted of a hurt.
-"Why? Mr. Rory, I think I'm doing better because of you. I've had less episodes than before. You've said so." Those words that he had so carelessly spoken did hurt her. Her throat felt an almost burn at the thought of them being apart. But why? What did they truly do as a couple? How did they even resemble such a thing?
-It was simple. They didn't. It was all an illusion. Something made by the man in the blue box. Another wish she possessed that she knew would truly never come true.
-"Amy, I can't handle you, professionally. I just can't." His cheeks seemed to take a darker turn. Amy stopped cold, the feelings of sadness and solitude at their parting frozen in just a few more words. Rory Williams ran another hand through his hair. He turned to face her.
-"Amy, I love you. I don't know why, or when, I just.. Every time I look at you, I can't think straight. How could I ever help you like that?" A pleading looked was to his eye. Their locked pupils only lasted for so long, as Rory tore himself away again. He shook his head.
-"Listen, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything. I'm being unprofessional and-" His small steps of walking away were stopped instantly at a simple action. The warm feeling to her hand holding his, dragging him back to face the words he had just spoken. The twinkling eyes and smiling face, even with the tears stained to her cheeks. The even softer feel of this girl's lips to his was indeed the act that stopped him even colder. Rory Williams didn't want to drop the hand now entrusted into his. When this girl finally pulled back, blinking several times, Rory found the words to speak.
-"So.. I guess that means you feel the same way.. Right? That is what that means?" He needed an answer more obvious than the action he had received. Amelia's simple nod made a grin appear to his face. Rory nodded deeply, laughing as he did so.
-"That is what it means! I've never been so.. I mean.. But I'm your nurse. Ms. Pond, I don't think-"
-"Shut up already."
-As she grabbed his collar to pull him into another more rough kiss, Rory could tell this was one of the good days. No, he was wrong. It was one of the best days.
-Yes. Amy thought.
-Everything was complicated.
-Though,
-She pulled away, smirk increasing.
-She wouldn't have it any other way.