A/N: Can I just say, thank you for the AMAZING amount of support this story is getting. I didn't think this story would be popular when I first started writing, but here we are; 35 reviews, over 2000 hits and eighty followers for three chapters? Thank you. Thank you so so much. I appreciate all the incredible, encouraging reviews that you're giving me and I'll try and update ASAP. I'm going away next week and I start school the week after so updates will be few and far between, but I will update for you! I'm flooding with ideas for this fic and I might even get to do a sequel... We'll see how it goes. Reviews/favourites/follows/anything would be great for this chapter too.

Also, apologies in advance, but this chapter is very fillerish and a bit crap. Meh. There is a bit of a twist at teh end and two awesome pensioners, but that's about it. Still, tell me what you think.

(Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who.)


Rory led the two Time Lords (or one Time Lord, depends which perspective you looked at) through the small country paths which made up Leadworth to the aptly named 'Leadworth Tearoom'. It was a tiny place that looked more like a cottage; in fact, you would've assumed that if it wasn't for the very feeble attempt of a sign that hung on the wall, which flapped noisily in the breeze.

Rory never went into the tearoom anymore. It was more a place for the older residents of Leadworth or tourists, and Amy wouldn't be seen dead in there now. The last time Rory went there was about a year ago, when he handed in his notice. Yeah, Rory Williams used to be a waiter in between being a nurse. Not that he was ever going to tell the Doctor that. He was a pretty good waiter, though. All the kind old ladies used to leave him tips. Rory was a bit of a gem among the kind old folk. 'That Rory,' they'd say, 'That Rory is such a nice young man.' Amy would just snigger.

"Well," Rory gestured to the front door which was painted a nice bright yellow, "This is it."

The past Doctor folded his arms and looked the place up and down, a slightly bemused expression on his face. "This is it?"

Rory shrugged his shoulders exasperatedly. "What were you expecting?"

"I don't know!" he responded, "Somewhere a bit more… Swanky? I don't know."

The present Doctor chipped in. "I thought exactly the same when I first came here. There is nothing to do in Leadworth. The nearest supermarket is twenty miles away!"

"Yeah," Rory added in a bit weakly, trying to defend his hometown, "But there's a corner shop. You can buy everything there."

The other Doctor stepped forwards and clapped Rory on the shoulder. "And that's what I like to see. The human race, adapting to their surroundings."

Rory smiled to himself and nodded his head proudly, then began assess the Doctor's reply in his mind. "Hey, wait a minute? Was that a…"

"Anyway…" the Doctor reminded both his past self and Rory that they were here for a reason, "We need to talk, remember?"

"Yes!" the other Doctor nodded, "Yes we do. Oh, well, you know me. Always ready to try something new."

"I'm glad that's sorted," Rory muttered. He walked up to the entrance of the tearoom and pushed open the yellow door, a little chime above ringing as the trio stepped through and into the warmth.

It really was a pokey place inside, with eight four-seater tables crammed together on the pale blue carpet; the only table that was out of the way was placed right next to the big, multi-pane window at the front of the shop with two seats at either end. The desk took up a lot of room at the right wall, which was a long glass cabinet thing filled with cakes and biscuits and other sweet treats. A big menu board stood behind, covered with meals and specials written in white chalk. There was a door, on the back of the wall, labelled 'staff only' except part of the 'a' in staff had rubbed off and it read 'stuff only'. In his days working as a waiter here, Rory had to explain to countless tourists what exactly that meant.

Rory was greeted with a chorus of 'hellos' as he walked through, as many old women whom he'd known since he was a kid turned in their seats. He smiled and waved awkwardly, while both the Doctor's behind him stifled their sniggers.

"Go and sit by the window," Rory instructed, his cheeks flushing a little with embarrassment, "I'll go and get another seat."

For once, the Doctor did as he said. Both of them, in fact. They went and sat in the window without even saying a word.

Rory scanned around the café for a few seconds, before coming up to a decision on whose chair he should ask to borrow. He eventually decided to ask both Mrs Leese, his old music teacher from High School and Mrs Scott, whose granddaughter used to be in Rory's playgroup when he was little.

"Are you using this chair?" he asked politely, grabbing onto the wooden bit at the top, trying not to engage in any conversation whatsoever. He didn't want any more excuses for either Doctor to make fun of him.

"No, of course not, Rory dear!" Mrs Leese laughed, for no apparent reason. That woman always seemed to be laughing. Whether it was just at him, he didn't know. But she was always laughing when he was around, in any case. "You take it!"

"Um, thanks." Rory smiled and began to pick it up, when Mrs Scott grabbed him round the wrist. She had a strong grip for an eighty year old.

"I say, Rory," she lowered her voice, "Whose that man your with there?"

Rory glanced back at the window, where both the Doctors were chatting. "Which one?"

Mrs Scott looked at him as if he were mad. "Not the one in the tweed! He's that Doctor your Amy kept going on about, we all know about him. Who's the other one?"

Rory didn't really know how to reply. He couldn't very well say that they were the same person, could he? "He's just… A friend. From out of town."

Mrs Leese laughed. No surprise there. "Didn't I tell you, Mavis? I told you he was from out of town! From London, no doubt. Handsome young men like that don't come from around here."

Thanks, Rory thought.

Mrs Scott giggled along with her companion. She leaned over and whispered to Rory. "I was just saying to dear Annabel here that I would've noticed eye candy like that if he lived down here."

"Excuse me?" Rory spluttered. Was this for real?

"I wouldn't mind a bit of him on a Saturday night," Mrs Scott growled, "Tell him, Rory, that I have a space in my diary next week if he wants to pop in, if you know what I'm getting at."

"Your Michael won't be happy about that!" Mrs Leese cackled, "No, Rory, tell him that he can come to mine. Malcolm's going to Oxford next Thursday and Sylvia's not coming down for another fortnight." she leaned in so she was close to Rory's ear, "And I've just got a new bed. It's that new memory foam stuff. I'm sure he'd like to try it out."

"Uh," Rory stuttered, dumbfounded. He pointed desperately to the window. "I…"

Mrs Scott let go of his wrist and tapped his hand gently. "Oh, you're a good boy, Rory. If you're feeling left out, you can always come along too."

"I really have to go. Thanks, for the chair. Nothing else. No." Rory said, picking up the chair and bringing it across the room to the table in the corner.

These were two eighty year old women, right? You weren't supposed to come away from talking to two pensioners you've known since you were little feeling mentally scarred, were you?

Rory felt like it would be best to forget that conversation ever happened.

"Sorry about that," Rory apologised as he sat down, flustered, "I got… Held up."

"It's alright," the Doctor said, messing around with the menu which originally sat in the middle of the table, "Some people just can't stop talking."

Rory snorted, but quickly turned it into a cough. "So… If you-"

"Rory…" the other Doctor questioned, narrowing his eyes at the other side of the room, "Why did that woman just wink at me?"

Rory could hear Mrs Leese's familiar (and never ending) laugh and he clasped his head in his hands. Why? Just, why? He was never going to be able to look at those two the same way ever again.

The Doctor put the menu back in the centre of the table after examining it through and through, then picked up a salt sachet and started shaking it about. "Pensioners wink at you, they make me try on jumpers."

The other Doctor dragged his eyes away from the eighty-year-olds which were giggling like teenagers and back to the table. "I'd much rather they made me try on jumpers. That's just… Weird. Don't they realise that I'm way too old for them?"

Rory shook his head and was about to comment, when the waitress came over to the table. She was a young girl with blonde hair tied back in a tight bun, with bright blue eyes and very pale skin. Rory recognised her as Valerie, she used to be one of Amy's friends in high school. They didn't see each other anymore. Rory didn't really know why.

"Hello Rory!" Valerie greeted, tapping her pen against the small notebook in her grip, "Haven't seen you in a while!"

She sounded way too chipper. "Hi, Valerie. Been busy."

"Making new friends, I see." Valerie gestured towards the two Doctors sat round the table. "No Amy?"

"Amy's busy." Rory responded.

"Oh." she half-smiled. "What a shame."

Rory was going to have to ask Amy about Valerie later.

"Well, what can I get you?" Valerie asked, perching her pen appropriately so she could write down the orders.

"Do you have any banana milkshakes?" the other Doctor queried, the most serious expression on his face. When Valerie looked back blankly, he frowned. "Oh. Right. No bananas, then. That's a shame. Just a tea, thanks."

"What smoothies do you have? I've always wanted to try a smoothie. Never have though. They sound nice, though. Can I have a smoothie?" the Doctor asked, discreetly placing the salt sachet he was fiddling with back in the pot when he realised that he'd ripped it.

Valerie's brow furrowed with concentration. "Um, yeah, there's pear…"

"Pear?!" both Doctor's screeched in unison.

"Why are you selling pear smoothies? Are you insane?" the Doctor exclaimed, with a lot more passion than was really necessary. "Pears are disgusting!"

Valerie looked slightly taken aback by the whole outburst. She was actually shaking. Plus, the whole café had turned to look at them, which wasn't great. Rory hated making a scene.

"He'll have a tea," Rory interjected just in time, and Valerie shakily wrote it down, "And I'll have an Espresso. Double."

He really needed that if he was ever going to get through the day. It was in these situations that Rory realised just how alien both the Doctors were, in situations so normal and human. A Time Lord was handy when fighting off an estranged Cyberman, but when it came to normal things they were just so… Spaceman. Why did he have to be the one burdened with the two aliens? How come it was Amy who got Rose? Rose, she seemed a lot easier.

The Doctor continued on like that whole thing just didn't happen. Wouldn't life be so much easier if you forgot all the embarrassing things that happened? Like the time he jumped out of the cake at his stag do. Still haven't forgiven him for that.

"Right. Down to business." the Doctor rubbed his hands together, "How come you're in Leadworth, anyway? Because that is some coincidence, both of us being here at the same time. Although, my, well, our whole life seems to be some sort of crazy coincidence."

The Doctor rubbed his face with his hands. "Tell me about it."

"And the fact that this is happening and I'm not…"

"It's impossible. But…"

"How can you? When…"

Rory was just catching snippets of the conversation. He wanted to listen, he really did, but something out the window was catching his attention.

There was a statue, in the field just opposite. He'd passed the field, minutes ago, when he was walking down the path just next to it. There were bushes lining the square of grass as well as the odd tree, but nothing tall enough so he wouldn't notice that.

Funny statue to put in a field, though, that. The statue of an angel, its hands covering its eyes. Not that you'd put a statue of an angel in a field, anyway. A scarecrow, maybe, but not an angel. Although it was quite creepy. It was so empty…

But then he blinked.

The angel wasn't there anymore.

What?

"Rory. Rory. Rory!"

The Doctor's voice brought him back down to Earth. "Sorry, what?"

"Are you okay?" the other Doctor queried, concerned, "You went into a bit of a trance there."

Rory blinked a couple of times more, at the window, and there definitley wasn't anything there.

"No, no I'm fine." Rory smiled. "Absolutely fine."

Both the Doctors nodded, albeit sceptically, and continued with their conversation.

But Rory couldn't help but look back at the field.

Maybe there wasn't anything there in the first place.