AN: Yet another. I know by now you're all tired of 'em, but I'll keep on spewwing chapters out until I get a case of eight month writers block *Cough*.

Disclaimer: Guess what. I don't own Doctor Who. If I did, this would be published. I'd be making money off it.

Downpour

Pathetic fallacy. That's what they call it when the weather matches the mood at the time. Right now, pathetic fallacy wasn't on Amy's mind. If it had been, she would have noticed the tears streaking from her eyes matched the rain streaming from the sky in mood.

Because he'd left her.

Again.

Bastard.

What did he do? He turned up, promising her the world, then he just left. Twelve years and four therapists later, he did it again.

Maybe she wouldn't bite the next one. It didn't seem overly likely though. She certainly wouldn't have another one. Not if she could help it, which, now she was nineteen, she could. That should have cheered her up, a little bit, anyway. Being nineteen. A grown up. But that made it even worse. She didn't want to be grown up.

Growing up before had meant leaving the raggedy Doctor behind, getting a job, married, the whole lot.

Now it just meant she was right. And that she couldn't go with him.

Maybe that strange blue box was like Narnia. Only the young and pure could enter without getting lost. Maybe he saw. Saw she wasn't young. Well, not pure at least. Maybe that's why she couldn't go back. She'd grown up, become interested in boys and stockings and makeup and boys. No place in the magical box for her.

So he left her again, to have tears streak down her face like they did the windows before her, once again to wait and cry.

Until a ladder bashed against her window.

She screamed. Jumping out of the bed she rushed forward to pull the window open and see what was coming for her. She needn't have, however, as she saw it was a sodden Rory, grinning at her from behind his wet mop of hair.

"Hi" he said uncertainly.

"Hi" she replied, pulling him in to the warmth. "You realise we have a door, right?"

"Oh, I didn't realise" he deadpanned in response. She shot him a small glare, still teary eyed. She didn't have to clean up for Rory. He seemed to think she was beautiful any way at all. "I didn't want your Aunt to have another round of disapproving stares" Amy snorted at that.

"So you came up through my window… Using a ladder?"

"Uhuh"

"Smart"

"Well, I'm not the brawn and I'm not the beauty -That's you- so brains is where I'll have to reside"

"Good" she said.

"So, crying because the Doctor left?" he asked. He was a sweet boy, but sometimes he could be so… right!

"No" she said defiantly, flopping back onto the bed.

"OK"

"OK?"

"You don't want to be pushed. I wont"

"Really?"

"Maybe later"

He sat on the bed next to her, still dripping.

"You're wet" she said, going to search for a towel.

"That's because it's raining" he called after her. She came back, holding the towel ready, to find Rory grinning at her. "Wanna go play in the rain?" he asked, grinning excitedly. He was rarely this excited so she assumed he was putting on a show to make her smile.

"Why?" she asked, now using the towel to dry her tear stained face.

"We used to be eight"

"I know"

"What did we do when it rained when we where eight?"

"…Played in it"

"Therefore, playing in the rain would be a good releasing of our inner children"

"We're nineteen. We're still outer children"

"Come on… You know you want to" he said, grinning.

"Alright"

Dancing in the rain is always an odd thing to do. It's so much fun yet very cold and wet as well. The rain was splashing around them and the ground was already muddy. Seeing as they were barefoot, that should have been a problem. Amy's Aunt was shouting at them that they would catch their deaths outside.

With Amy dancing and looking surprisingly happy, however, the fun outweighed the downsides, Rory decided.

That and her already tight top was currently soaked.

What could Amy say? Sometimes you have to dance in the rain. Especially if it's a downpour.

Sometimes, I have the idea for a final line and just work towards that. This was one of those times. hope you all enjoyed. And, please review. Pweeeeeeeeease.