The Five Times Rory Fought with a Sword
Characters: Rory Williams, Amy Pond, 11th Doctor
~Pairings: Amy/Rory
Rating: T, for death
Word Count: 472/2,204 (or close to it, the total changes as I edit)

Three

Amy was screaming for him, he was aware of this, and he fought against the men holding him. Desperately trying to free himself, he needed to get to her, he needed to save her.

This was the Doctor's fault! All of it! He should've made sure that they would be welcomed here! The Doctor should have remembered something like the people of this planet putting people with red hair to death, because red hair meant that the person was a witch.

"Stop it please!" He begged, his words coming out hoarse. "Please, we'll leave. Just leave her—"

A punch to the stomach silenced him and he would've fallen to his knees if the men hadn't continued to hold him.

In horror he watched as a man's sword was raised above Amy's head, the man's eyes were gleaming ready to kill the woman in front of him.

Rory screamed, tossing the men off him and grabbing a sword…the rest is a blur, a blur of swipes and punches, as he defends his wife, as he had done for two thousand years and would continue to do.

She was his, they couldn't take her. They had tried so many times, no matter how many times he warned them, the demon under the hill, ready to fight for what was his. The Lone Centurion with years of experience that nobody paid any heed to, they were all going to pay. They were going to—

"Rory!" The scream is distant, distraught. "Rory stop! Rory please, you're scaring me!"

Rory froze and turned to the voice his eyes connecting with Amy's…this wasn't right, she wasn't supposed to be here. She was trapped in the box and he was supposed to—he froze as he realized where he was and what he had done.

Stumbling he dropped the sword and stared down at the bodies around him, dead.

"I didn't—"He stuttered, staring wide eyed at his wife. "I wouldn't—"

He broke down sobbing, only somewhat aware of his wife hugging him softly despite the blood. Whispering lies like, it would be alright and that he's going to be okay.

He wasn't okay and he hadn't been for such a long time. He hadn't been honestly okay since over 2,000 years ago. He knew this and he knew Amy knew this and yet they couldn't bring themselves to admit it.

When the Doctor found them minutes later, his face had been a mixture of horror and guilt. His blue eyes taking in the carnage around him, taking in the blood on Rory's hands, the literal and the figural. Slowly he realized he was too late to solve things peacefully.

"Oh Rory I am so sorry," he whispered softly. "I am so so sorry."

Rory couldn't bring himself to care about the man, much less answer him.

I think that Rory's 2,000 years would be similar to soldiers coming back from terrible wars, certain things trigger memories and suddenly they're back and they're fighting and they need to do something and then it's over...sometimes with horrible consequences

In short Rory has serious PTSD problems, at least that's what I think

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