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Author's Note: Hey sorry it took so long, I had finals this week so my brain didn't really get a chance to think.
Anyway, here is the latest installment of Rory angst.
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"Amy?" Rory's call to the box was more strangled than it was on most nights. His day at the museum had been more difficult than usual. A little girl had decided to have a birthday party at the museum, and the whole day he watched ten or fifteen little heads bob around, exploring exhibits with innocent curiosity ignited in their eyes.
The most difficult part had been the birthday girl. Hair as fiery as Amy's, she glowed with adventure. She would be one to travel the stars or explore caves when she grew up.
Wherever the little girl went, a young scrawny boy would follow her like a lost puppy. Rory immediately identified with the child. Don't worry, he wanted to whisper to the little boy. I know that being friend-zoned is awful, but one day she'll realize you're there for her. And not gay. Rory quickly amended the last sentence to, and interested in her.
But he just stood in the background, watching the avid fascination of the kids. They had nothing to worry about. His plastic heart had ached the whole day.
"Amy," he whispered again, leaning against her prison. A single silent tear fell from his cheek and onto the ground.
"Amy, we're going to have kids, right?" he asked, absentmindedly tracing his fingers along the intricate design of the Pandorica, a well memorized path.
"I just keep remembering-with the Dream Lord- knowing that I was going to be a dad, that we were going to be parents," Rory trailed off, giving himself a moment to breathe. He hated choking up in front of the box. "I was the happiest person in the universe in that dream," he finished, wiping his snot off his face in a not-so-graceful swipe of his sleeve. He stood there in the silence, letting his swarming thoughts settle.
"I was thinking Melody," he said all of a sudden. "If we have a girl, we should name her Melody. After Mels. We sure were a trio. And Brian if it's a boy. For Dad. What do you think?" he asked, looking at the cold prison.
But she wouldn't answer. She couldn't even hear him in the first place. So instead he just gently placed his head against the Pandorica again.
"The girl today, at the birthday party. Her name was Amelia Williams. Not related to you in any way. But still…Amelia Williams. What are the chances of that, my Amelia Pond?"
