"He's late," Amy muttered for the umpteenth time.

Rory sighed, and, drawing on his two thousand years of patience, turned to Amy, also for the umpteenth time.

"Don't worry, Amy, he'll be here," he whispered to her placatingly.

"Over an hour, Rory!" Amy hissed. "It's my wedding, and the Lord of Time is late for it!"

"Sh, Amy," Rory shushed her, noticing they were getting some odd glances. "You're making a scene."

"It's my wedding, Rory!" Amy exclaimed. "He's not supposed to be late!"

"Amy…" Rory was painfully aware of the open stares he and Amy were now receiving for her sudden outburst.

"Rory!" Amy snapped impatiently, "This is important!"

"I know, Amy," Rory sighed.

Doctor this, Doctor that. Good grief, Rory couldn't even have his own wedding without The Doctor!

Rory looked away from Amy, and his gaze froze on the two glasses in front of him. One was a red wine glass, short and stout, the other a champagne flute, tall and thin. And they were shaking, tinking as they struck against each other.

Rory looked up sharply. "Amy."

Amy looked over at the glasses, and her face lit up with a radiant smile.

"It's him," she said happily.

Rory smiled back. His eyes roved the room as he sought out the Doctor's soon-to-be location. Balloons at the tables started swaying in a breeze, and the chandelier began to swing back and forth.

Amy stood up and called out with a broad smile, "Ladies and gentlemen, our special guest is arriving."

She looked more than just happy. She looked proven. That was when Rory remembered, everyone else here thought that 'The Raggedy Doctor' was all in Amy's head. And now his wife was going to show the world that her imaginary friend was real.

"Amelia, what's happening?" Mrs. Pond asked from where she sat next to Rory.

"It's The Doctor, Mum," Amy said. "My Raggedy Doctor."

"Amelia…"

But Amy was ignoring her, watching the swaying chandelier as she chanted, "Something old, something new, something borrowed… something blue."

And, as if the wedding rhyme had brought it into being, the TARDIS materialized inside the room.

Lifting her skirts, Amy climbed over the table, knocking over glasses and plates, and ran over to the TARDIS. Rory smiled to himself and rose to walk around the table instead.

Amy knocked on the blue floor impatiently, calling The Doctor. The doors swung open, and The Doctor poked his head out, adorned with a black top hat.

"Yes?"

"You're late," Amy scolded the Time Lord.

"Late? I'm not late!" The Doctor protested. "I came early!"

"No, you're late," Rory told him.

The Doctor beamed at him suddenly and bounded out of the TARDIS, wearing a coat and tails. He slapped Rory on the shoulder, exclaiming, "And a good day to you, the brand new… Mr. Pond!"

Rory grinned before stopping and looking over at The Doctor. "No! That's not how it works."

"Yeah it is," The Doctor said.

Rory looked over at Amy.

"Yeah, it is," he agreed.

"Excuse me, sir, but who exactly are you?" Amy's father stuttered.

"Oh! Yes, hello everyone," The Doctor turned as he waved at those present. "I'm Amy's imaginary friend."

As expected, the comment brought gasps.

"But don't worry," The Doctor continued as he leaned over and shook Augustus Pond's hand with a grin, "I came anyway."

Rory smiled as he draped an arm around Amy. His Amy, forever.

The Doctor went back up to the TARDIS to move it, saying with a chortle, "I only came for the dancing."

According to Amy, The Doctor's dancing was terrible. As soon as Rory was sure The Doctor couldn't hear, he joked that it was "terribly funny". That made Amy laugh.

The kids seemed to enjoy it The Doctor's drunkenly dancing, though, and even joined in with him.

Sitting at a table, the couple watched, both laughing. Rory leaned down and kissed Amy as he held her in his arms.

The evening passed in a joyous, tender blur. Every time Rory looked into his beloved's green eyes, he knew the two thousand year wait had been worth every second.

He was happy. Happy Mr. Pond.

And he knew that would never stop.