Ok, this one took a while cause I got distracted by penning a couple other things in the interim. This Chapter is mostly just a lot of talking, emotional stuff, hell I could rate it T for teen but why break the flow? The sex comes later. It's Rory's point of view, which is always fun and it deals a bit with the morning after. Might be a little sappy but I think I built up to it nicely. It's not the end, mind you. I'm halfway through the next part of it, but I decided to split things up rather than give you an 8000 + word document. As best I see it, 2 more chapters and I'm done, or rather a Chapter and a supplemental scene. I'll be really sorry to let this one go, I've had such fun writing it. I hope you're enjoying reading it. To my1alias, CleopatraIsMyName, Doctor-Donna78, Katherine Sparrow, Eryaforsthye, neptunexorion and everyone else who has been so kind in their reviews and PM's thank you so very much. You keep me writing!

So here we go, The Doctor, Rory and Amy, ironing out the big and little details and playing a bit of getting-to-know-you-gettin-to-know-all-about-you.

Down At our Rendezvous

There's a few things you learn about him when you wake up in bed with the Doctor.

First off, he's actually quite lusty first thing. Amy and I had feared that when the proverbial morning came he might be all full of regrets or apologies or worst of all he might just be gone.

Quite the opposite. I in fact woke up to him giving me one of the most attentive and expert blowjobs I've ever received. Initially I integrated it into the dream I was having and by the time I woke up it was only moments before I found myself coming into his mouth. After licking me clean he was up my body like a shot and I wrapped my arms around him as though we'd been doing this for ages. He kissed me sweetly and tentatively.

"Sorry, couldn't resist." he explains. I grin and notice both his excitement and slight embarrassment are apparent by the redness of his cheeks.

"Not an apology situation, Doctor."

"What say we give Amy a wakeup call of her own?" he asked mischievously.

The second thing is that it's not all sex. Well, ok the Doctor and I did have sex in the shower. It started as a three way snogging session but while Amy volunteered to go make breakfast we moved into the shower. It was good, hard sex that left me bent over, grasping at the slick walls, and groaning an endless stream of Oh God's with Oh Doctor's.

When we were finished we simply stood there lathering and bathing and rinsing off, enjoying the TARDIS's never ending supply of hot water.

"Rory, do you recall when I showed up on your doorstep for Christmas?" heasked as he squeezed far too much shampoo into his hand.

"Of course." I said sucking about half the contents in his hand back into the bottle.

"You said you always had a place set for me. Did that include-"

"You saw our bedroom when we gave you the tour. We're just two people, Doctor. And Amy essentially sleeps on me with an arm flung over my face, typically cutting off my airway. Why would we need a superking mattress?"

"So, you mean this was always an option? All three of us?" he started washing his hair with little conviction, I think it was just something to do while we had this conversation.

"I suppose I really started to fancy you after the universe reboot. And you know Amy's wanted you since she hit puberty."

The Doctor nodded and ran a hand through his sudsy hair.

"I feel a bit foolish. Thought I was doing the right thing by turning you down, pushing you away. It didn't make you happy. It didn't make me happy.""

"You've always had a place in our lives, at our table, in our bed. Always. And you always will. We probably won't always be in the TARDIS with you but you'll have a home with us, forever. "

"But...why?" he moved his head under the flow of water noth craving and wanting to avoid the answer. i was starting to know him really well.

I sighed knowing he needed the perfect answer so he could let it go, so he could let himself go.

"Do we need a better reason than we love you? Cause we do, we love you, mate. We know this is your life, you collect people and take them along and they become, for that brief flash of time your best friends, your family. But you're our family too. Look, Amy doesn't like to talk about it but I'm practical. I know we're going to be separated one day."

The Doctor's forehead wrinkled and his eyes darkened. Little droplets of water collected in his eyelashes and I suppressed the urge to kiss them away.

"Please don't say that." he said quietly.

It was so odd, that coming from him. He was always at us, reminding us about the differences between humans and Time Lords, the age gap, age chasm was more like it and how he just goes on. How he always will. But when we remind him, when we mention that we understand this is fleeting, he get so sad. So crushingly sad.

"Hey, it's ok." I said stroking his morning stubbled cheek. "What I mean is that we're here, with both eyes open. Love is about risks, Doctor. You're worth the risk."

He looked at me with eyes so hopeful I couldn't help but smile.

"Better?" I asked

"Better."

"Good, now, again Amy isn't very practical so I figure maybe you and I should work out the sleeping arrangement thing. You kick about on your own and I know you're used to having your own way and setting your own hours. Plus there will probably be times where Amy and I want to be alone."

"Understood."

"So, it might be a good idea to continue to maintain separate bedrooms but, if you don't mind, if this could be our...base of operations so to speak. Truth be told Doctor, fantastic sex aside, we just love sleeping next to you. But if we're crowding you or you need time to brood, you'll let us know and we'll make ourselves scarce alright?"

"I like three to a bed. I think it would feel very lonely now, without it. And I promise not to be upset or cross if you and Amy need or want time alone. Just having you both like this, is an embarrassment of riches."

I kissed him and he threw his arms around me for a surprisingly tight hug. My God, how we needed each other.

The third thing is that his hair is actually a calculated move. Though he tried to hide it from us, we saw the product as he dabbed it on his fingers and ran it through. Amy, having returned with an enormous amount of food, and I played keep away with it for a while, poked fun at him for being vain and still getting it wrong. He ran back and forth between the two of us, pretending to be offended but clearly loving the teasing.

The fourth thing is, yes he loves the bowtie but even more than that he loves to be naked and he loves having us naked. When Amy got a bit of a chill he whined at the notion of her putting on a robe or going to seek out some pajamas. Instead he elevated the temperature just to keep us comfortable. And it wasn't a sex thing because when I asked him he just said;

"I just like to see you both. All of you. All the time. It's comforting, it makes me feel like one of you."

Fifth he liked to pose a lot of questions but he answered very few. He hit us with a barrage as we all sat comfortably on that enormous and yes, as the Doctor said perfectly clean sheeted bed.

"Why do we close our eyes when we kiss each other?" he asked.

"Well it would be pretty weird to leave them open." Amy said with a laugh.

"Let's try!" he responded exuberantly and Amy quickly hopped to her knees bringing his lips to hers.

It only lasted a moment before she broke away giggling.

"That is so strange."

The Doctor nodded his head.

"Doesn't quite work does it?"

We sat there on that big bed, eating a ridiculous assortment of breakfast foods, dinner food, fingers foods and nibbles while he peppered us with "Why do's? and "Why is it that's?" and "When can we's?" and "What will we's?"

I'm not sure when I'd ever been so happy.

"So, is this what you really look like, Doctor?" Amy asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Well you're not just wearing some kind of man suit. I mean why do you look human?"

"I already told you, I don't look human, you look Time Lord. I could just as easily ask you why you look like that. And no, I'm not in a human suit. This is very much my body...for now."

"Does regeneration hurt?" I asked crunching down on a piece of sausage.

"Yes, I'm not just screaming for the attention." he said with a dry laugh before shoving a biscuit in his mouth. "Yes it hurts, a great deal but that's the least of my worries. The truth is I never know how I'm going to react."

"How do you mean?"

"Well, one time I lost all my memories. Another time I got a bit paranoid almost strangled Peri to death. Pretty recently I just ended up taking a nap for about 15 hours."

We must have been gaping at him because he quickly continued.

"You lot regenerate too you know. Do you realize not a speck of you in exactly the same as it was a year ago. Every inch of you is different, you're constantly copying yourself. We're not so different after all. And I'm just now realizing you're probably more upset about the strangling part."

"Yeahhhh." Amy said imitating me and I couldn't help but smile.

"Everything was alright in the end, she recovered, we were great mates...sort of!" he said defensively.

"So, could you one day regenerate into a Time Lady?" I asked him.

"I thought I had for a moment this time around when I felt my hair. Yeah, it's possible. It happens. The Corsair used to enjoy changing things up every now and then. Should I get a tattoo?" he asked suddenly. "Something familiar like a calling card. The Corsair got that snake I showed you tattooed on her bum sometimes or his bum. Always had to show me every time we met. Great for a laugh...I miss 'em."

"What happened?" Amy asked far more casually than I could tell she felt. It was dangerous to interrupt the Doctor's train of thought, to try and pry more answers from him. But no matter how dangerous it was still had to resist.

He looked at us both for a moment before deciding to go on.

"You mean last time?"

We both nodded.

"Do you remember the Toclafaine?" he asked looking as though he was afraid of what we might say.

"Toclafaine? That sounds vaguely familiar." I said searching my memory, trying to recall.

"Were you old enough to vote in 2008, Rory?"

"No, but I would have voted for Saxon, I even did some campaign work for him. Passed out fliers made a few phone calls and such. Why?"

"I remember that, your Dad had just gotten you a new cell phone. I was so jealous I kept trying to call you all the time but you were 'too busy working, Amy' to ever answer. I didn't like Saxon, he creeped me out." she finished by making a strange face.

"Weird what happened to him." I said around mouthful of biscuits.

"What happened?" the Doctor said almost immediately.

"Well he..." I began and then faltered. I tried to remember to start again but I found I didn't really have an answer. "Why can't I remember? We have a completely different Prime Minister now...what happened?"

I was starting to realize nowadays that anytime there was a gap in a memory, a blip, a strange and important moment glossed over in history the Doctor was probably involved. Hmmm, that almost sounds like something River would say.

The Doctor smiled at us darkly.

"It's ok that you don't remember. So nothing about an Immortality Gate or suddenly the lot of you looking like a crazed, bleached blonde yet handsome Time Lord?"

"What?" I asked.

"Oohh, were you a bottle blonde last time, Doctor. I think I'd like to see that." Amy flirted.

"No, no not me, The Master...he was, we were...what he and I am...were, is intensely complicated. The Master was a Time Lord, like me who's tried round about a thousand times to take over the universe and I've always been there to stop him. And I was that time too. But...well anyways radiation and prophecies, if one doesn't get you in the end the other certainly will."

He concluded and took a swig of orange juice before spitting it out into the glass.

"I thought there was Tang?" he complained.

"Your dea- regeneration was prophesied?" Amy asked looking worried and saddened for the incarnation of the Doctor she had never known. "There aren't any other prophecies out there are there?"

"Oh Pond, love, there's always a prophecy. Goes with the territory." he tried to sound reassuring but couldn't quite manage it.

"How long did you spend in your first body, Doctor." I asked him unable to resist his openness.

He smiled slowly as if recalling.

"Gracious...I managed to stay out of trouble a lot more back then. I was old...I mean I looked old. Really not much more than a kid. But I looked like the grandfather I was." he finished quietly.

Amy and I exchanged a look.

"Grandfather?" I asked tentatively.

He nodded.

"I had a family...a very, very long time ago. Gone now...but they're here." he said touching his hand to his chest and beneath that his two hearts. "And they slumber in my mind, I can recall them if I choose."

Moments like these are when I'm truly aware of just how different we are from the Doctor and how similar. The room was blanketed with silent laments for lost children.

Maybe a slight shift in subject would help.

"If it's not too personal, Doctor." I began. "How do you reproduce?"

The Doctor blushed a bit and scratched his neck nervously.

"Same as you lot, or rather we can. It fell out of fashion on Gallifrey. When I left mostly everyone was loomed."

"Loomed? What do you knit yourself other Time Lords?" Amy joked.

"No, it's a... a cloning process. Each house gets a loom, each loom creates 45 cousins none of which have any genetic relationship to each other. But I was created the old fashioned way. You and Rory are both only children aren't you?" he asked suddenly. "That seems a bit rare in this day and age. No wonder you clung to one another so."

"How...long will you live?" Amy ventured.

"Well that's a downer, isn't it?" he sighed.

"Sorry, sorry forget I asked-"

"No, it's ok, truth is I don't know. Salyavin lived 12,000 years. Compared to him I'm still a toddler."

The Doctor suddenly stretched out and laid his head in my lap. It was almost as if the thought frightened him and he wanted a bit of comfort. It was the most natural thing in the world to just start stroking his hair.

"12,000 years..." Amy said and I could see the melancholy start to overtake her as well. "Would you even remember our names after 12,000 years?"

The Doctor stiffened and I patted him lovingly.

"Of course I would. I would never forget you. Amelia Pond, I have never forgotten anyone. Never."

"Ok," I began in an attempt to shatter the dark mood. "Change of subject. Everybody, tell a story from when you were 8 years old. Go."

"When I was eight, I was awakened in the middle of the night, and taken to stare into the untempered schism and bore witness to eternity." the Doctor said petulantly.

"Oi, easy." I chastened him. "No reason to get cross."

"Sorry." he murmured softly. "Dirty pool."

"Amy?" I prompted.

"When I was eight I almost got arrested."

"What?" both the Doctor and I said at once.

Amy giggled before continuing.

"I was at my second psychiatrists trying to patiently explain to him that the Raggedy Doctor was indeed real. Not just real but that he was a hero! This amazing, handsome madman that flew about the place in a blue box and that he was coming back for me."

"I'm sure that went over well." I said with a laugh.

"Brilliantly. He said; 'Now Amelia," Amy had lowered her voice for comic effect and the Doctor seemed intrigued, his mood lightening " You understand the difference between real and make believe don't you? You understand that the Doctor is someone you created in your head? He's not really real. Could this maybe be because your father works so much? So you created another male in your life to compensate?"

"Oh, did he really say that?" the Doctor asked.

"He did indeed. Then I said well Doctor Woodward, what I know is this, my Raggedy Doctor is ten times the doctor you'll ever be and he doesn't have a stupid rubbish beard like you do and he doesn't smell like old Blue Stilton!"

The Doctor laughed merrily his eyes shutting tightly as his body shook with chuckling. I was laughing myself, having not heard this particular story of hers.

"Then what happened?" I asked.

"Well, I stood up to leave because I'd had enough and he put his hand on my shoulder to try and make me sit down and I bit him."

"You actually bit your psychiatrist." the Doctor asked incredulously.

"He got off lucky. The first one I bit him then I kicked him in the goolies." she said proudly.

"Why?" the Doctor asked now almost choking with laughter. I wasn't doing much better myself as I could easily imagine the Amy I remembered doing just that.

"Because, he tried to tell me you weren't an alien but just some random Leadworth pervert. Rory, you remember the Leadworth creeper?"

"Oh yeah, that kiddie molester that was roaming about for awhile." I said with a shudder.

"The first psychiatrist tried to tell me that I'd really had an encounter with him and I was trying to twist it in my mind to cope. Bleeding twonk. Anyways, so after I bit the second guy he starts screaming and cursing and called me a ginger bint."

"He called you a bint, at eight years old?" I asked in amazement.

"I know!" she said indignantly. "So I think I started screaming at him and then he called security on me. I thought I was going to be sectioned! But my Aunt Sharon talked him out of pressing charges and then she took me home. Then it was on to psychiatrist number three."

"Smashing story, Amy." the Doctor said and I was glad as it seemed the entire atmosphere had changed and lifted.

"Well, when I was eight I joined a rock band."

This sent Amy into peals of laughter and she fell back onto the bed eyes squeezed shut, breasts jiggling in the most charming way.

"Laugh all you like but on summer holiday I was approached by a world famous band and asked to join because of my skill on the axe."

"Oh God, he's back to saying axe, now? Go on with the story, tell the Doctor about the haircut."

The Doctor grinned expectantly and I continued. This story always made Amy laugh and I loved to make Amy laugh. It used to embarrass me, especially back when I was 8 and for a few years afterward, it seemed totally plausible to me then. I just wanted her to like me, I would have said anything to make that happen.

"They wanted me to blend in with them you know so they took me in and got me a haircut. They suggested a wild color job too but you know I didn't want to stand out, I just wanted to be one of the guys."

They were both laughing now and I pretended to be offended.

"It's all true, I'd show you the promotional materials but there was an accident at the printers and they got destroyed."

Amy continued giggling and nodding, she knew the story so well by now.

"So, Rory, why didn't you end up joining the band." the Doctor asked in his most fake sincere voice.

"Fair question , ultimately I decided it was more important to finish Year 4 than go on tour. They respected my decision and said they'd hold my place, which I assume they still are. So if the whole nurse thing/defender of the universe things doesn't work out we're going on the road. All three of us, you can both be my groupies."

"My turn! What's the most surprising thing you've discovered in the past 24 hours?" he asked grinning devilishly.

"Oh me! Um, I was surprised that the Doctor was so well endowed." Amy said with a wink.

The Doctor blushed as he spoke. "Shall I take that as a compliment?"

"You'd already shagged?" I asked with confusion. "Why was it a surprise?"

"Because I didn't get to see it then, only feel it. I can't do penis size speculation blind. I have to have it right in front of my face."

"I could have predicted it." I said with a confident sniff.

"Why is that?" the Doctor asked.

"You've got massive hands, mate. And you've got feet like U boats." I said with a shrug.

"Mr. Pond, you flatter me. What about you?"

"I think I'd have to say how breathy and high and hoarse your voice gets right before you come."

The Doctor blushed an even deeper red.

"Oi, they can't all be about me."

"Ok then, um, I'd have to say I was surprised at how much I liked seeing you and Amy together. How much I liked seeing you give each other pleasure. I guess I'd put that all under the umbrella of being so surprised at how right this all feels. Like this was always the way it was meant to be."

The Doctor looked contemplative for a moment and I couldn't even begin to read him. I played in his hair and waited.

"What about you, Doctor?" Amy asked.

"Ummm, let me...go get my answer. Alright?" he asked. He sat up from my lap and started to scoot off the bed.

We watched him with surprise as he hurried out of the room.

I looked at Amy questioningly but she shrugged.

He returned in moment, reclaiming his place on the bed holding something in his hand.

"What surprised me the most," he began "Is that I suddenly needed to do this."

He set before us three pieces of circular dark blue cloth and one long strip of dark blue ribbon.

"May we touch them?" Amy asked and the Doctor nodded.

He nodded. "They're yours, if you want them."

Embroidered with incredible intricacy onto the fabric, which of course felt like no material I had ever known, was a series of circles, ellipses, orbs, wheels of all sorts large and small with even more detailed discs inside them covered the cloth. I ran my hands over the fabric, over the stitches which looked and felt as if they had been sewn with liquid silver.

"This is beautiful, Doctor. What does it mean? Is this a gift?" I asked him.

"It's a bit like a family crest I suppose. It's my name, and both of yours. Linked together." he rubbed his hands together nervously. "It's symbolic. If we were on Gallifrey there'd be a whole public ceremony as your names were officially added to my family scrolls. But all that's lost now. Time to start new traditions."

"Doctor," I asked "Is this a marriage proposal?"

He cleared his throat, started to speak and then cleared it again.

"No...well in a manner of speaking, yes, it is. If you accept we would be...united. It wouldn't supercede your marriage to one another mind you. I wouldn't dream of interfering. It wouldn't even affect mine to River. Though you'd be my spouses in addition to being my parents-in-law. Wizard. In any case I just thought..."

"This is lovely. We're part of your family now." Amy was beaming and running her fingers lovingly over the embroidery.

"You always have been." he said simply.

Now I understood what the long, blue strip of cloth was for. A double memory stirred, one that happened yet didn't. Picking it up I started to wrap it around my hand.

"I consent and gladly wed." I said softly and watched the Doctor mouth part a little in surprise.

"I wasn't sure if you'd remember." he nearly whispered.

Amy picked up the slack, wrapping her own hand.

"Of course we remember. I consent and gladly wed."

The Doctor was last, slowly taking the fabric between his fingers.

"You're sure?"

We nodded in enthusiastic agreement.

"Very well then." He picked up the remaining bit of cloth and ran it through his fingers for a moment. He wasn't looking at us so I couldn't see his eyes but I clearly heard him sniffle. I glanced at Amy who was looking at him so lovingly, her eyes glistening. As for me, well I'd done enough crying for awhile I figured. I tried to be cool. Try being the operative word.

"I consent and gladly wed." he finished quickly wrapping the strip around his hand.

We sat there in silence for a moment.

"Is that it? Did it happen, are we married?" Amy asked.

The Doctor laughed, a sort of wet chuckle as he pawed quickly at one eye.

"That is indeed it. Husband, husband and wife. Life just got a whole lot more complicated."

"Or a lot easier." I supplied, "depending on how you look at it."

Amy launched herself across the bed and into the Doctor's arms. He wrapped them around her and she kissed him sweetly.

"I knew you'd be mine someday, Raggedy Man."

"And mine too." I complained. "You just never get the concept of a wedding right, do you Amy?"

I moved over to kiss him as well and he wrapped us both in a tight embrace, he was breathing raggedly trying to stop the tears that were loathe to obey him.

"Got the hang of crying cause you're happy now, mate?" I whispered in his ear.

"Got it." came the hoarse reply and he hugged us even more fiercely.

We remained like that for a long while, embracing, our bodies resting against one another, feeling as though the puzzle was complete.

A very long time ago the Doctor crashed into our lives and nothing has been the same since. We lost each other along the way, we all died, some of us, ahem, more than once. But in the end we came back to each other and ended up just as we should have, together.

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