I'm so sorry it's been so long since the last chapter but with school it's been hard to find time to write so I just wrote this up. Hopefully I'll be able to get into a routine soon and have updates more regularly and have longer chapter but for now it's just this I'm afraid.


Abbey Who Chapter Eight

The next week or so was filled with more and more running and laughing. Abigail was oddly starting to enjoy the running. They did so much and she could just picture the rest of my life being this way. The four of them running from the monsters and having the time of their lives forever. But she knew forever couldn't last. The pictures on the wall. Amy and Rory weren't in any of them. And Abigail only looked a few years older which meant Amy and Rory were probably going to get married soon and leave.

She'd miss Amy's feisty personality and Rory's adorable awkwardness a lot, but not enough to cry. How could you possibly cry when you have the universe to see?

For now, she would just enjoy their company while she could.

"So...where are we off to?" Abigail wondered aloud.

"Somewhere sunny," Amy interjected.

"All right..." The Doctor pondered, "How about Rio?"

"Yes!" Amy answered.

"You?" he asked, looking to Rory and Abigail.

"Yeah I don't mind where we go," Abigail replied.

"Amy's choice, remember?" Rory reminded him.

"Now there's my boy," Amy said, walking over to give him a hug.

Usually couples annoyed Abigail but even she had to admit they were extremely cute together. When she thought of their wedding she imagined clouds made of cotton candy with bunny rabbits throwing petals down the isle.

"Rio it is," The Doctor announced, "Wait, when?"

"Well I'd like if we didn't have a plague or a world war on..." Amy hinted.

"So...2010 then?" He had a look of disappointment on his face.

"Perfect." Amy gave him a thumbs up and hopped down the steps, "I'm getting changed."

"Be quick," The Doctor called.

"Now I think I might take my time if that's your attitude," Amy replied from down the hall.

The Doctor turned to Rory.

"Is she always like this?"

"Yes."

The Doctor sighed loudly.

"She's never like this with me," Abigail boasted.

"Yeah well you're a girl; you probably talk about . . . girly things."

"Thanks, Doctor. I hadn't noticed I was a girl before."

"Sorry..."

"What kind of girly things do you think we talk about anyway?" she asked, making air quotes as she said 'girly things'.

"Well I don't know...hair and things."

She rolled my eyes and snickered.

"Oh and you don't care about your hair? Looks like you put a lot of effort into it to me..."

He slicked it back self-consciously.

"Right. I'm gonna go see if Amy's ready," Rory informed and hobbled through the same doorway.

"Be careful," Abigail called.

"Always," he sighed.

"So..." Abigail said awkwardly, "Why Rio?"

"I was watching the film - the one with the birds. Animated classic in my opinion. It reminded me of -"

"Oh don't tell me there's a planet where animals can sing and dance..." Although she hadn't heard of it, birds + animation meant there had to be singing and dancing.

"Fine," he stubbornly didn't say anything else.

"There is?"

"You told me not to tell you..."

"You think you're hilarious."

"I am hilarious!"

The seriousness in his tone made her laugh out loud.

"See! I'm funny!"

"Oh don't get cocky."

His eyes bulged from his head.

"Oh shut up you know what I meant!"

Amy and Rory came around the corner and strutted up to the console.

"C'mon get a move on. Are we goin' to Rio or not?" Amy pushed.

-x-

Abigail looked to The Doctor, tears still boiling in my eyes.

"I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"I know that couldn't have been an easy thing for you to do. And I just glared at you."

Her thoughts hadn't been exactly pleasant either. She couldn't believe he'd just leave Rory there to die.

He didn't respond.

"Are you okay?"

"Would it change anything?"

She paused, "Will Amy ever remember?"

He took a deep breath and loosened his bowtie.

"No. There will be things she can't account for. Pictures, some gifts she never bought..."

"I can't tell if it's better that she doesn't remember or if he deserves to be remembered by her."

"Nobody deserves to be forgotten."

"Yeah. I suppose you're right."

For a minute there was nothing but silence, the Doctor broke it clearing his throat, "Well you should probably head off to bed." He stood up, pushing the chair which made a screeching noise, putting her teeth on edge.

"Okay. I'll see you tomorrow." She got up and walked to the stairs, turned and added, "Doctor, just do me one favour: don't blame yourself. Please. It wasn't your fault." She knew he wouldn't respond so she turned back on her heel and ascended the spiral stairs.