River is aboard the TARDIS, attempting to pilot it back from the Roman camp. River is an expert at flying the TARDIS, occasionally even outshining the Doctor with her skill in controlling the ship, but today she is having trouble. Refusing to bring her to the Henge, they instead land quite a distance in the future in Amy's front garden.

As River goes in the house to explore, the Doctor stays in the Underhenge, working on the Pandorica, while Rory and Amy go above ground to talk.


Amy climbed the steps quickly, anxious to get into the fresh air. She sighed in relief as she felt the cool breeze caress her skin; delicious after staying so long in the stale air of the Underhenge. She turned round and looked back to Rory, who was stepping out with ease, despite his bulky armour.

Locating a more secluded spot, she walked over to a rock that was out of the way of all the Romans guarding the henge and sat down on it. She didn't look at Rory, instead gazed across the moors, thinking: thinking and procrastinating – she didn't know how to handle this.

"Amy?" Rory said, trying to claim her attention.

"I came here once before," She told him, reminiscing. "When I was younger. Didn't stop; just drove past on the way to the sea. In two thousand years, there's going to be a great big road over there."

"If the planet survives." Rory reminded her, quickly regretting his words. He needed to have faith in the Doctor, that he would save them from whatever would happen. They always needed to believe that, even if one day he couldn't. "Sorry."

Amy finally looked to him, looking at his armour. She laughed. "Do you remember that fancy dress party we went to? You went as a Roman."

"Yeah," He chuckled back, remembering the time. They had been happy.

"It was a good costume; looks exactly the same as what you're wearing now."

"Does it?" He looked at his armour, though unable to see much of it; the unyielding metal not allowing much movement. "That's something to be said for the shop; historical accuracy."

She laughed, and looked back out across the landscape. "It's weird remembering."

He stayed silent for a minute, digesting her words. "Did you try to forget me?" He asked, thinking he understood. Perhaps that would have been the easiest way to deal with his death; not thinking about it. It had only been a month.

She looked at him, trying to figure out how to phrase this. The words weren't coming easily; how was she meant to tell him what had happened when she didn't understand herself? How could she tell the man that was right in front of her that he didn't even exist?

"How could I ever forget you?" She asked herself, looking at the wonderful man in front of her; kind, brilliant Rory.

"Did it work?" He asked softly, sitting down beside her on the rock.

"Only for a while," She told him. "The Doctor had to remind me."

"Let's not talk about the Doctor." Rory said, bristling slightly at the mention. Amy looked surprised and raised an eyebrow, but he didn't go into his reasons, didn't explain to her how it angered him that the Doctor had Amy all to himself while Rory wasn't there, how he turned green with envy when the Doctor had kissed Amy as she slept, how he had comforted her when she woke. Right now, he wasn't too fond of the Doctor, but he suppressed it; the Doctor had brought Amy back to him.

"Right." She said.

"Did you miss me?" He asked abruptly, and he was mollified to see her face soften.

"So much." She told him, placing her hand over his. "I lost my best friend."

"You lost more than that." He told her with a smile, leaning in to kiss her; something he had been dreaming of since he had arrived. He missed the feel of her, her lips moving against his, the way she would always take charge; hold the back of his neck. He had imagined this kiss for so long.

It would have been so romantic.


Sorry about taking so long to upload - my workload is really piling up right now :(

Also, this chapter was SO HARD to write! Couldn't get it right for ages. I'll try and write more later.

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