Reassurances - Life & Death
A/N: Thank you for the reviews so far! I really appreciate all your comments.
Oh my god... We almost had a Doctor/Rory bonding moment in the actual show! Almost! Unfortunately it was cut a bit short so I decided to expand it here. :)
We can definitely see them getting closer in the show, which I really enjoy! ^^
Also, is it weird that I'm sorta starting to ship Doctor/Tardis?
Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who.
The Doctor is desolate for a while but in all his hundreds of years he has mastered the art of a cheery disposition and displays it astutely.
Rory wears his dejection like a sleeve.
He's a nurse but why does that seem to mean so little whenever the Doctor's around. Years of medical training, years more to come and still he can only attempt to cure the ailments of one small little planet. It's a tiny, tiny thing in the grand scope of the universe – or even outside the universe as recently proved. And the best he can understand it is through 'bubbles'... child's play to the Doctor.
All humans are children in the end; and there is no amendment.
Amy is picking out their bedroom. He doesn't mind at all what it's like as long as he can share it with her... and without the bunk beds of course. Admittedly it was fun the first few nights. Amy had scoffed at the idea of using both and pulled him into the bottom bunk with her. But squeezed into a tight space with his extremely sexy wife all night proves detrimental to his rest. Plus he can do without the ache of banging his head on the bottom bunk every morning when he wakes up. The Doctor has an aversely callow sense of humour sometimes.
He finds the Doctor underneath the central control, fiddling with the wires even more lovingly than he used to. Like he's delicately aware that the Tardis is alive, that she is alive. He'd never thought of his Tardis as having a specific gender before... He supposes it-no, she still doesn't. But now he can't think of her as anything but a woman; anything but sexy.
He looks up to see that Rory sitting on the stairs; elbows on knees, hands on chin, looking glum. A few sparks fly out of the wire he's adjusting and he drops it quickly. Rory stares straight ahead. "So... do you think you might like her more than River now?"
"Who?"
"The Tardis." Rory gestures absently towards the wires. "Her, I mean."
The Doctor flashes him a grin and admires his big blue box as he sees her now. It's true that he and the Tardis will always have an affinity. But she, or it, is still a machine after-all.
"Don't be ridiculous, Rory. She has a bit of a crush on you anyway, pretty boy; Amy should probably watch out, she likes to tease."
"What? No-but... you did keep calling her sexy. You always call it-her, sorry, sexy."
"And why shouldn't I!" He crows and throws his arms up to all the technical architecture around him. "Because she is magnificent! A Beautiful, wonderful very sexy thing."
"And she's dead..." Rory mumbles. And his head falls forward in despair.
"No, no, no, she's very much alive!" The Doctor assures hastily. "Look around you Rory, this is her life. The only thing that died was her voice."
Rory's voice comes out slightly muffled. "I wasn't talking about her, Doctor. The woman... the woman, the body she was using. She died right in my arms, and I couldn't do a single thing... I was... I was useless."
Come aliens or hyperbolic machines, Rory has no helpful experience and it quite literally kills. Obviously he can't save everyone but... he can't be passive either.
No-one ever dies in Leadworth. All the medical attention that little village needs requires nothing more than to issue a few pills, maybe slap a plaster on a few bruises. Rory has to go to the next town to get any useful training. He's never seen anyone die before.
"Rory, she wasn't really alive," the Doctor says. "Well she was but, she was just parts, parts of other people. And it wasn't sustainable in the end. There was nothing anyone could do, I'm sorry."
He gives up too easily sometimes... or Rory hopes too foolishly, naively.
"Then what's the point of any of it? If there's nothing anyone can do... not at the end of things. What's the use of prolonging something that's just going to end?"
The Doctor steps closer to the stairs and leans over the railings. He looks down at Rory empathetically. "Because that's life," he says. "That's what being alive really is. Nothing is worth it without putting time into it... Think of how much time it took to tame Amy."
Rory laughs suddenly and nods. "A long time..."
"And was it worth it?"
Rory only smiles.
"So, what do you do when you aren't saving the world, or consoling your companions?" He asks, knowing the Doctor will in his own magnificent little way avoid answering the question by answering it. He still doesn't know if the Doctor has his own room. He doesn't know anything but strangely it doesn't bother him... well, not so much, not anymore.
"Well, sometimes I like to save the universe too," The Doctor answers with a cheeky smile. It's just like him... The him that Rory knows.
The Doctor will die in 200 years.
Rory wonders if he'll ever look back and think it was all worth it in the end.
A/N: Sorry it's not quite as long or as worked on as the others. I'm very tired and I've been watching True Blood and I wanted to get this out tonight because I have exams all this week. Hope you enjoyed! R&R :)
Looks like i'm not the only one with a worry about Rory. I don't think they'll necessarily kill him off (for real I mean) but I do think that something big is going to happen concerning him. And... as for the Rory/Amy parts in the episode... when they were messing with Amy's mind. All that writing on the wall about hating/killing Amy, and his violence and everything. I know that wasn't him, but what if it's foreshadowing for something terrible! Please let it not be so! Don't twist my Rory :(
