Here's the third drabble, uploaded today as promised. See? I don't lie all the time.
This one's happier, don't worry. It's just fluff that takes place on some undocumented adventure during seasons 5 or 6.
Pairings: Rory/Amy
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- October
The towering oak doors of the cathedral slam shut, providing a lovely backrest for the Doctor, Amy, and Rory. At least, it would have been a lovely backrest if their hearts weren't hammering in their chests. Amy nearly vomits as she tries to catch her breath, but she controls herself by rationalizing that it must be twice as hard for the Doctor - he has to deal with the frantic beating of two bloody hearts.
"And you're sure this will hold them?" she asks in between gasps.
"Course it will. This is a church," the Doctor says proudly, as though that were supposed to mean something of great importance.
"Doctor, this may be a church, but it has wooden doors," Rory points out. "They've got lasers and, er, watchamacallits - oh yeah, flamethrowers. Somehow, I don't think they're going to just wait around out there like nice little aliens until we figure out some convenient way to beat them."
"Actually, Rory, that is exactly what they're going to do," the Doctor counters smugly.
Rory rolls his eyes. "Why? Because you asked them nicely?"
"No, not at all. Well, sort of. See, in ancient times, the -"
Amy cuts the Doctor off mid-sentence with a long finger pressed to his lips. "Will you boys be quiet? I'm trying to get a look at this place and it's a bit hard with you two yapping at each other." At her words, a silence falls. It somehow manages to feel not uncomfortable, but right.
Rory tilts his head back and admires the way the light filters through the immense stained-glass windows and tints everything with an enchanting shade of surreality. Amy touches a statue of a beautiful winged angel gently, as though she's afraid that it might spread its wings and fly away. The Doctor spins in a slow circle, observing the compass-rose-like pattern inlaid on the marble floor. It puts him in mind of a gun, shattered glass, and a terrible choice. But it also reminds him of strength and last-minute love. It is not an unpleasant feeling.
After a time, Amy speaks once more. "They haven't attacked us yet. Why haven't the aliens attacked us?"
"As I was saying before, in ancient times people would seek sanctuary in churches and cathedrals. It was a holy place; the law could not touch them there. Funny thing about these creatures - they've lived unnoticed on earth for centuries. Very honor bound, they are. To attack their enemies in a church would be completely disregarding their ancient customs. So long as we don't leave, we're quite safe here," the Doctor answers.
"Well, we've got to get out sometime," Rory says.
"I'll come up with a plan eventually. Give me a bit."
"I rather like it here," Amy puts in quietly. "There's something about it that's so…calm. Do you two feel it?"
By way of answer, Rory walks over to her and holds her tight, kissing her gently under the kind gaze of the angel. The Doctor stands a distance away, watching the couple enjoy each other. After a moment, Rory looks up and says, "You there, over here, now."
The Doctor chuckles and complies. He puts his hand in Amy's, and she grasps it tightly. Rory puts an arm around her waist, and they all lean on one another, grateful for the company in that silent, sacred place.
They know that they will have to face their attackers eventually, but for the moment they stand content and together. And they stay like that for a while.