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Rory's making tea in the kitchen when he hears the knock on the door. Of course he's making tea, he's always making tea. He spends most of his time at work making tea for crying women and the other nurses. Sometimes even for crying women nurses. And Amy loves a cuppa almost as much as he does. Well. She says she does, anyway. Personally he thinks that it's the biscuits that does it for her, but that's probably better kept to himself.
He's surprised at the knock on the door, though. His dad's away, camping in Wales, and Amy's parents rarely just pop round. Amy's friends do, of course, but not really at 11am on a Wednesday morning. It could be a cold caller, he supposes, though he hopes not.
Juggling the two cups and the plate of biscuits, Rory carefully makes his way to the door. He dumps the two cups full of tea on the table by the door, and is just wondering where to put the biscuits down as he lets the door off of the latch with his other hand. There's no space on that table, maybe –
"Ooh, Jammie Dodgers!"
Ah. That's who's at the door at 11am on a Wednesday morning. And, of course, just like normal, he's – wait – is that a dead body he's carrying?!
Rory stares at the Doctor, admittedly quite alarmed. "Um, Doctor?" he manages to choke out. "What on earth…?"
Coming to his senses, he pulls the door open, and ushers the Doctor inside (and the girl. Shit, and the girl). Whatever's going on, a man at his door with a dead body is not going to look good. Besides, it's the Doctor. Little as Rory wants to think about it right now, there is going to be some immensely complex explanation. Which is likely going to need time travel and aliens and running to solve.
"Don't be so suspicious, Mr Pond." the Doctor says sternly as he comes inside and through to the living room. "When have I ever caused any trouble?"
Rory gives him a swift look as he opens the living room door, and for a second he's secretly proud at getting to be so sassy. Still, the hopefully living girl seems the most important thing at the moment. As the Doctor lays her on the couch, Rory quickly kneels down at her side, and starts taking her pulse. Of course the Doctor's already done this, with his clever alien brain and his computers, but Rory's determined to make the most of his own knowledge. He's a good nurse. And this is his duty.
He recognises the girl. Not enough to know her name, or where she lives, but he definitely recognises her. Maybe she's been in the hospital with him before… no, he can't quite place her. Her pulse is normal though. So is her temperature, and her breathing. For all intents and purposes, she seems well enough to just be sleeping.
He turns around to face the Doctor, who is settled in their armchair. He's watching Rory closely, though admittedly enjoying a Jammie Dodger at the same time. "She fell on me," he tells Rory, quietly and somewhat conversationally. "I thought you were the best people to bring her to."
Rory lets that sink in for a second, then nods. "Well, she's fine," he tells him. "Physically fine, as far as I can tell. I just… how did she fall on you again?"
"Is she human?"
Wait… what? Rory stares at the Doctor, confused. How can that be what the Doctor needs Rory's advice on? Surely, with all those computers… all those brains…
"She passes all the tests," the Doctor continues, in that low voice that he uses when he's serious. "She's human. She should be human. But she's not."
Rory frowns. "Why not?"
He doesn't know what else to say. Identifying humans isn't a skill that nurses usually have to rely on. He's checked her vitals, and made her comfortable… There's something niggling at him, though. He knows this girl. He definitely knows this girl. A hundred percent, completely definitely, he knows her. But as for her species…
The Doctor is watching him carefully again. He's clearly not going to give Rory an answer as to why.
Rory sighs. "I know her," he says, a little cautiously. "I've seen her before. Not exactly sure where from, though."
It's at this point, however, when another voice comes from the doorway. A voice that Rory is very surprised to only be hearing now.
"OK," says Amy Pond, almost menacingly. "What's going on?"