Disclaimer: I don't, my mind maybe be as crazy as the doctor's, but not crazy enough to come up with him.
Summary: 144 Chapters, somewhat follows a plot, the first two are drabbles to establish the beginning. A bit AU, starts after Amy and Rory get married.
"Talk" is Gallifreyan
:...talk...: The TARDIS words electronic voice or on monitor.
Set after The Doctor, The Widow, and The Wardrobe but before Asylum of the Daleks
Ten
Amy+Arguing+Anger=Tears
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Rory, on the Doctor's request, hadn't told Amy or River anything, merely updating the medical file and going to talk with the supervising surgeon Dr. Smith. The Doctor had been administered a sleep aid, given the late hour, Amy would be by his side when he awoke, it was better that way.
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River had gone searching for a decent cup of coffee as Amy munched a Jammy Dodger, the Doctor was slowly waking up from the sleep aid, sighing and flexing his hands in his sleep.
"If you don't wake up soon Doctor I'm going to eat all your treats."
At that the time lord groaned awake, yawning as he rubbed his eyes a little before smirking as Pond stood to sit on his bed next to him, setting the plate in his lap.
"Dr. Smith talked with Rory last night, looks like in another few days you will be able for release and can come home, River and I fixed up the guest room with stuff from the TARDIS, old girl finally unlocked last night and sent River to your room for stuff and I found this waiting."
The Doctor had been eating quietly, now he'd frozen, staring down at the blue plate and fingering the ceramic edge. Amy was fussing over the window blinds, they never opened but she'd still fight them everyday.
"Rory will switch to working his twice a day shifts when you come home, he wants to be able to help until your stitches come out to make sure the muscle damage healed, River tuned a few TARDIS controls last night, she wants your permission to take her to the moon and back to check on a few things, the TARDIS is getting antsy, can't seem to wait to run off on an adventure with you-"
*SMASH!*Clang*CRACK!*
Amy spun seconds after the Doctor had violently thrown the plate against the far wall, breaking the ceramic and scattering the cookies.
"Doctor! What is going on? Thought you'd like to know you can soon run out of-"
"Shut up Amy! That doesn't matter! Just be quiet!"
"What are you talking about?!"
"I can't feel my legs!"
Amy stood in shock as the Doctor cracked, sobs shaking his upper body, it took her only a second to glance at his legs under the thick blankets, thin and unmoving as he broke down.
"Oh Doctor..."
Amy sat next to her friend, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, rocking him gently.
There was nothing to say, what could she? No words would change this...
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River and Amy spent the next two weeks fixing up Amy's downstairs storage room into a bed room, moving the shelves around and up to River's room so the Doctor had his own space, they also moved the living room furniture to allow a wheelchair to move easily.
Rory drove home silently, glancing at the far side mirror only when he had to, the Doctor was left in relative silence.
The nurse had been given a packet on exercises to strengthen the Doctor's arm and abdominal muscles to be able to fully use the self-propelling wheelchair. The time lord had been through mild physical therapy to select a comfortable style of chair, settling for the lightweight, folding, self-propelled model,the least dependent on anyone.
Turning a little farther to see the Doctor's reflection in the window, Rory sighed softly, dull depression had settled over the time lord, letting his mind clod with memories as Rory stopped the car outside the house. The Doctor didn't notice until Rory opened the passenger side door, making sure the time lord was ready before helping him into the wheelchair.
Amy held the front door open, smiling brightly and trying to stoke a conversation into life, earning not even a glance from the Doctor.
"Dad, I'll take it from here..."
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Amy peeked in the Doctor's room after dinner that night, he hadn't eaten with them, or touched the food Rory had brought in on a tray. Currently the time lord lay on the bed, head tipped in sleep, but it wasn't peaceful, never peaceful...
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"Is there anything we can do? Therapy or exercises?"
Rory shook his head, "Not unless the Doctor wants it first, he has to come to terms with this and make the first move-"
"Rory he's a time lord, a mad man with a box and right now stuck in bed because of us humans, he can't even sit still for more than a few minutes at a time, let alone be paralyzed!"
River sighed softly, both of her parents were right, nothing could truly be done right now.
Their argument escalated, getting louder and louder until neither noticed the other occupant of the room, River turned just enough to see the Doctor in his chair, stopped at the entryway to the kitchen, looking like he wanted to run away and knew he was trapped.
"Dammit Rory! I have to so something!"
"There's nothing you can do!"
She stood, ignoring the yelling that had fallen into nonsense before gently guiding her husband to the living room, sliding a foot stool next to the chair and leaned against the one man she could always trust...
"We'll get through this my love, mum just needs some time to adjust to everything."
The Doctor nodded a little, fingers combing through her hair slowly, like reassuring himself she was still there. River hummed softly eyes drifting shut as she played with the Doctor's 'human' clothes, sweatpants, socks, a t-shirt, and a hoodie, loose and comfortable.
"Want to watch a movie my love?"
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USA, two weeks later
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He sighed as he watched the online news feeds, a shooting in Leadworth...the video from someone's phone showed the panic. And a close friend of his being knocked to the ground by the crowd.
At least that was better than being shot, trouble always managed to find his friend, no matter what he did to prevent it from happening, or the caution his friend instilled in their own actions.
A pair of screams echoed through the large and comfortable old hunting lodge, the owners yelling at the top of their lungs as a method of "Primal Scream Therapy", not that it worked but it was a stress reliever...
Their mother slammed a couple doors before finally finding them, yelling for the two to shut up before stomping back to her own room to sleep. The disadvantage of having the graveyard to early morning shift on the ER floor of a big city.
Thundering feet raced down the stairs from the upper deck of the lodge, holding old guest rooms, the master bed room, a few baths, and a library. Downstairs held all the action, contrary to prior belief.
One yelp pierced the relative quiet when the feet hit soft carpet, socks didn't mix with speed and hardwood floors, a second followed amidst a choked off laugh.
"Careful you two! I'm not explaining to your mother what happened this time!"
"Aye-aye Captain!"
Oh how right they are...
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