a/n: Withdrawals of this adorable couple have me 'wasting' one of my last few days off before I start a new job, but hopefully something good comes out of it. As usual, I'm writing for me, but if you enjoy it too than that will make me even happier.
ASYLUM OF THE DALEKS
Amy sat with her back to Rory, the platform cool against her legs. Even through the stockings she could feel the glass. This damn planet was so cold. Maybe, just maybe she should start wearing pants more often incase Dalek's every decided to 'beam her up' again. Though, if she had anything to say about it she would take pleasure in blasting every last one of them to smithereens. If the Doctor would let her. She shook her head, glaring downwards. Love, she had to focus on love. Love made her think of Rory, and then she only thought about pain. Pain she felt, pain she'd caused him. Then the negative thoughts returned and she was right back to the oncoming headache. She imagined herself with a Dalek eye probe through her forehead and shivered.
Love, think about love. "Okay, look at me." Rory's voice normally soothed her, but right now it grated on her nerves. On her guilt. She wanted nothing more than for him to put his arms around her, but even if he'd tried she knew she would have just pushed him away. "I'm going to be logical, cold and logical. Okay? For both our sakes, for both of us." He gestured to his wrist; to the contraption that was keeping him from turning into a Dalek himself. "I'm going to take this off my wrist, and put it on yours."
Even as he moved closer, she moved back. She craved his touch just as badly as she craved the distance, but what he was saying was crazy. "Why? Then I'll just start converting you, that's not better."
"Yeah, but it will buy us time 'cuz it will take longer with me." He spoke as if he were trying to explain First Aid to a preschooler.
"Sorry what?" it was hard to focus on love when he used that tone. It was hard to focus on much of anything when he was this close. They'd been apart for so long, and now being here with him alone after everything was too much for her heart. She had a feeling she knew what he was getting at, but she wanted him to say it; to hear the words for sure.
"It subtracts love;" there it was, that tone again. "that's what she said."
"What's that got to do with it? What does that even mean?"
"It's just arithmetic." He was getting impatient, desperate. She knew that look in his eyes. "It will take longer with me because…we both know, we've both always known…" the look changed now, his eyes were back to the painful expression she unfortunately recognized. Had she really made him look that hurt so often that it was as common as his laugh or his smile? "Amy the basic fact of our relationship is that I love you more than you love me. Which today is good news, because it might just save both of our lives."
There it was, the words. The unspoken words he'd kept bottled up for years. It wasn't just that he thought she'd loved the Doctor more than him or that she didn't love him at all. They were never equal, and no matter what she did for him, or said it would never be good enough. Her love wasn't good enough or strong enough. He had no faith in her or her love for him and he would rather risk himself becoming a Dalek than believe she loved him. Stupid Face indeed. "How can you say that?"
He retreated from her, both of them on the verge of tears. "Two thousand years, waiting outside a box for you. Say it isn't true; and since you know it's true, give me your arm." She refused and he moved closer. "Amy!"
When he reached for her again she slapped him. The skin to skin contact left her hand burning and his face stinging, but she didn't care. No physical pain could register the same level of hurt she felt at what he'd just said. "Don't you dare say that to me, don't you ever dare."
Her pain, his pain. It was all the same and it flowed through her. She couldn't fix this, no one could. Not even the Doctor. She knew that now, had accepted it. She thought he had to, that he was ready to move on. That he was happier without her, that was what she'd forced herself to believe. What she'd pretended to believe. "Amy, you kicked me out!"
She broke, finally. He thought she kicked him out because she didn't love him. Of course he did, because he didn't know the truth. Because she'd been hiding things from him, things that he should have known so he could make his own choices. He wouldn't love her anymore when he found out, and then she wouldn't have to make him leave. He would do it all on his own. "You've wanted kids, you've always wanted kids! Ever since you were a kid! And I can't have them."
"I know." He'd suspected it, been afraid of it and ultimately he'd stolen her chart from the hospital when he'd seen she'd done tests months ago. He'd gotten very drunk and then he'd called her but she hadn't answered the phone. She'd never answered the phone when he called. Even when he had the papers for her to sign, he'd had to ambush her at a photo shoot.
He'd known and he'd said nothing. He was as much to blame for this as she was, but he couldn't take any of it back. He wanted to hold her, tell her everything was going to be okay but Amy wasn't the kind of girl that believed that lie. Not after everything she'd seen. After everything they'd been through.
"Whatever they did to me at Demon's Run; I can't ever give you children. I didn't kick you out," she sounded almost disgusted with herself, and that hurt him most of all. Knowing that she'd loathed herself this much for so long over something she had no control over. "I gave you up."
"Amy…I, I don't…"
"Don't you dare talk to me about waiting outside a box because that's nothing! Rory, nothing! Compared to giving you up."
~One Explosion a Heated Kiss and a Million Confused Dalek's Later~
They'd saved the world again, like another day at the office. Standing on the steps of their little one bathroom house with the blue door; waving goodbye as the TARDIS dematerialized before them. Neither of them had become Dalek's and now they were safely back at home. No idea how much time had passed, could have been a mere hour or two or a whole week. Either way, they had some talking to do. The papers had been signed this morning and as soon as the lawyer had them in hand, they were officially divorced. Slowly, Amy turned to face him.
That wasn't what she wanted; not really. Not now, not ever. She wanted him and their normal life and occasionally the Doctor would come and take them away. And they would struggle to get their lives back on track after but it would be their struggle and they would do it together. She smiled at him, the first genuine smile she'd managed in months. He was home. She turned to go into the house, glancing over her shoulder at him to make sure he was going to follow. He planned on it, but he had to celebrate first. She'd seen that dance once before; the day he'd proposed. It was adorable, but right now more than anything she wanted to finish that kiss they'd started in the middle of blowing up the Asylum. "I can see you."
"Okay." He took two long steps into the house, shutting the door behind him. "So…we should probably talk about what-"
She pressed him against the wall, her eyes fierce. "Do you really want to talk right now?"
He grabbed her hips, holding her tightly against him and shook his head. "Not at all."
The literal and metaphorical distance between them had been enough to drive them both mad and with greedy fingers he tugged her head to the side. Red curled around his fingers as he guided her kisses to his liking, all the while never letting an inch of space between them. Eventually clothes would have to be shed, but for right now he was just going to absorb every moment of her that she could. Amy's hands moved beneath his shirt and up the back; her long, dark manicured nails leaving marks on his skin he would admire later. The passion and frenzy that overtook them had no sense of logic, and slowly piece by piece they undressed themselves right in the hallway. The den was just to the side a few steps had them naked together on the rug.
His lips moved from her mouth across her chin, down the length of her throat to her collarbone. She dug her nails into the carpet with one hand, the other finding no give in the hardwood. Instead she tugged at the hair on the back of his head, bringing his lips back to hers. He groaned, she sighed, wrapping her legs around him and pulling him close. They couldn't seem to get close enough and she wondered how it was possible she'd ever spent a moment without him. It wasn't just that he completed her, or that she made him whole because there was something missing in themselves. It was deeper than that; the connection they had. She knew what it felt like to be ripped in half, and finally now that he was this close, she knew what it meant to be a full person.
She didn't have to be torn between anything anymore, not now that he belonged to her once more. And she to him. They were perfectly fitted for the other one; right down to how their bodies met. Familiar, and still exciting even after all this time. Rory rolled to his back, letting her wrap around him completely. He wanted to see her, to know that this wasn't a dream. He was really home and she was really here. Whether they were in this little house or in the TARDIS flying off into the outer corners of some galaxy, he was home as long as he was with her.
He felt her tremble above him, heard her moan, felt the sigh on his neck as she kissed him. Being with Amy was like breathing, it was easy but vital. She arched her back up and called his name as she came, and he kept moving with her. As she slowly began to calm he flipped them over and kept up the pace. She hissed in pained pleasure; moaned in desperation, called his name in passion. All he knew was that she wanted more, and now that he'd know what it was like to lose her, to be without her- he would never be able to deny her anything she craved whether it was love or pleasure. Amy felt him tense and tighten above her, within her and she held on to the sensation of being bonded to him again as it sent her over once more and they came together, grasping and moaning and murmuring impossible things.
They made love until exhaustion forced their bodies to collapse, and eventually after a long time they got up from the rug and gathered their clothes. Amy wondered idly if the old man on San Helious she'd bought it from would be ashamed should he learn of the things they'd done on it. It was Tuesday, two in the afternoon, but they'd just saved the world. A well deserved nap and Chinese take away was exactly what the girl who waited and the boy who waited even longer needed. And as they walked up the stairs, hands clasped together; stopping so often for a giggle laced kiss- they decided that their one bathroom house with the blue door was just the right size for them.
a/n: okay, the ending is corny. And of course we all know it doesn't really end that happily ever after for Amy and Rory in this time, but I needed to know that somewhere; someway they were happy. I'm thinking of doing a fic for them in the 1930's next…but I'm not too sure yet. Have to see what inspiration does to me…
