A/N: Hello! Sorry I haven't updated in a while. I've just gotten the chance to finish this chapter! I hope you guys enjoy it! Leave reviews and comments! ~Ashley
Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who or have any affiliation with BBC or Steven Moffat.
Chapter 1
Two years. It had been two years (well, in her time at least) since she'd seen the Doctor. It'd only been what felt like two hours since Amelia had seen her husband.
Amy sat in the garden of her house on the chilly January afternoon. Leadworth, as usual, was a ghost town. No life walking around, no adventures to go on. It was all too boring for her. She had no modeling sessions today, so it would just be her, a wide glass of Chardonnay, and her favorite Nicholas Sparks book, Safe Haven.
With the wide headed wine glass in hand, the book in the other, and her Harry Potter style glasses on her nose, she began to read: Love doesn't mean anything if you're not willing to make a commitment, and you have to think not only about what you want, but about what he wants. Not just now, but in the future. The words rushed through her head and burned in her thoughts.
In a matter of a minute, Amy shut her book, took off her glasses, and placed the glass along with the book and glasses on the small table next to her. Immediately she ran upstairs to her and Rory's bedroom and to the closet. She opened the door and sat on the floor in front of it, rummaging through everything on the rug. When she found what she was hiding for years, she carefully opened it, hoping everything was in one piece.
There it was. Every little memory she and her not-so-ex husband had was on the crumpled photos. Along with the photos was a gown. A red, flowing, traditional gown with the neck piece to go with it.
Her eyes began to tear up and a droplet fell down her cheek and onto her hand. Amy lifted a finger to the corner of her eye and whispered to herself, "I'm crying. Why am I doing that?"
A click on the lock echoed through the house. Crap! She thought, he's home early! With trembling hands, Amy put everything back inside the box and the box back into the closet under everything else.
She heard the click of Rory's shoes against the staircase. Her hearts pounded on her chest as she pretended to be looking for something as she raised her hand to her eyes to dry any tears that left them. Just in that moment, her husband walked inside.
"Hello, Amy," Rory chuckled as he bursted through the door. He took off his jacket and put it on a small coat rack in the left side of the room. He turned around to Amy to see her looking at the ground and back up at him.
"Hello, Centurion," Amy replied as she turned towards him and wrapped her arms around him tightly. She leaned up on her tip-toes and gave him a small peck on his nose.
Given the sudden kiss, he raised an eyebrow. Something was wrong, very wrong. Amy was being too clingy and he knew it. He knew she was either lying to him, she got a call from someone, or was hiding something. "Amy," he questioned, "are you alright?"
She was crying, alright! There were two shimmering lines of distress stained onto her cheeks. Rory took a step back to check if she was injured. When he saw nothing was wrong he moved in closer to her giving her nervous eyes, "Amy, what's going on?"
Amy closed her eyes and her hands trembled as she brought them up to cover her face. She took his hand into hers and said with a shaky voice, "Whatever happens, understand."