Well, I got my couple of reviews, so here is Chapter two! I'd like a couple more before Chapter Three, if that's all right. Also, I just thought I'd reply to some reviewer comments up here.

psykit: Thanks. I'm not sure what my writing stlye is, but I'm glad you like it. Also, Amy didn't leave the TARDIS because she wanted to, she left because it would've been unfair to Rory if she'd stayed. She would've been leading him on, as he would still be in love with her, but she wouldn't reciprocate the feeling.

iBounce: I'm glad you like it. :)

Chapter Two

It had taken him a couple of days, but he'd done it. The Doctor had managed to coerce Rory into bathing, and had gotten him back on track with eating too. He wasn't anywhere near back to himself, but this was at least a start. He'd not really started to talk again though, but he was determined to hear Rory's voice once more. And he did. But only after another week of slowly getting the human to eat more, and getting his hygiene back to its former standards.

The two were standing in Cardiff Bay, the Doctor leaning back against a railing with a polystyrene box of fish and chips, and Rory stood looking out to sea, his own box of fish and chips still unopened.

"She isn't coming back, is she?" said Rory quietly, his voice all rough and raw from being unused for so long. The Doctor smiled, glad to hear the man's voice again, but he quickly vanished it, remembering their topic of muted conversation.

"Well, it's hard to-"

"Just say it." said Rory, cutting the Doctor off mid-sentence "I want to... I need to hear it."

"Fine," agreed the Doctor. "But on one condition. You eat eight of your chips." He wasn't certain, but he thought he heard the other male chuckle quietly. Once Rory had eaten his Recommended Doctor Intake of chips, he turned to look at the Time Lord. "She's not coming back, Rory. I'm sorry." he said sombrely, putting his hand on the man's shoulder.

"I should've known it was coming..." Rory muttered, probably to himself, but that didn't stop the Doctor listening. "I knew she was off with me, I knew we were... we were heading for this." He could feel his tear ducts at work, and shut his eyes as his vision blurred with tears. He wiped at his eyes with his sleeves and turned away from the Doctor, who quickly moved closer and put his arms around the human, holding him in yet another gentle embrace. Rory ignored it for a moment before turning toward the Doctor and hiding his face against the Time Lord's shoulder, letting the tears flow. The Doctor stroked Rory's back and kissed his head softly, whispering comforting words into the man's ears.

The two walked quietly to the TARDIS, the Doctor holding the two boxes of food, and Rory just trying not to trip over his feet. As they went inside, the Doctor set the boxes down and flicked a few knobs, pulled a couple levers and bashed the odd button or two. Rory just sat on the staircase, looking miserable. With the TARDIS safely in flight and the shields up, the Time Lord crouched in front of Rory.

"Would you like to watch a movie? I know there's a theatre in here somewhere, I just have to find it. I'm in the mood for a comedy, and you look like you could do with a laugh too." he said quickly, hoping that his usual bonkers talking would get a small smile from the human, but his expression remained the same. "C'mon... we can watch whatever you want."

"A romance." Rory quickly stated. The Doctor sighed, thinking it was hardly the best thing for him. He was about to deny him his choice, but didn't want to upset him further.

"If that's what you want." he said softly, rubbing the human's arm.

After an hour or so of searching, the Doctor found the theatre, which was really just a room with a couch, a screen and a Multi-Planetary Media Player. He flicked on the light switch and led Rory inside.

"Pick anything. DVD, Blu-ray, Red-ray, X-ray, No-ray, it doesn't matter, it plays them all. And don't judge a film by its cov-"

"This one." He heard the human say quietly. He walked over to him and took a look at the film in his hands. It was called 'Little Red' and had a picture of a beautiful red-headed woman, dressed as the character from the age-old fairy tale. The Doctor wasn't too sure, but in his current state, what Rory wanted, Rory got. The Doctor took the film and set it playing into the futuristic DVD player, before sitting down on the couch. He tweaked his bow-tie before patting the seat next to him for Rory. Again, he wasn't certain, but he thought he'd gotten another chuckle from the human. Rory came to join him, and the both watched the opening titles. Rory was already yawning and had leant towards the Doctor slightly, his head resting gently on the Time Lord's shoulder. The Doctor smiled and relaxed into the couch, happy to be Rory's pillow if that's what he wanted.

Rory was fast asleep before the film was even half over. The Doctor moved slowly and gently, not wanting to wake the human male as he slowly lowered him to lie across the couch. The Doctor knelt quietly beside him, his eyes wandering up and down Rory's sleeping form. 'How could Amy leave someone like him?' he thought. Someone so gentle. So trustworthy. So amazingly... human. He reached up gingerly and let his fingertips drift across Rory's cheek. He had never thought badly of his companions, why would he? If they were on the TARDIS, there was a special quality about them. But Amy had lost that. The little girl he'd met had grown up into someone he thought was fantastic. But even though she had the whole of time and space with the Doctor, she always had the one constant - Rory. The boy who waited. 2,000 years of waiting, and for what? For her to leave a year later with nothing but a note. The Doctor had never thought badly of his companions, but that had changed. Amy had mistreated Rory, the one person who would've done anything for her. But now she was gone he wouldn't do anything. At all. Rory was like a zombie, all because of Amy. The Doctor looked down to see his left hand clenched into a fist. He let out a sigh, and stood up. He was angry with Amy, but he couldn't let Rory see him that way. He shed his tweed jacket and draped it over the sleeping human. He turned the film off, and the room became dark once more. Before he left, he took a final look at Rory, leant down and kissed his head, praying tomorrow would be a better day. Hopefully, the movie hadn't made him forget about all the progress they'd made together.