The Five Times Rory Fought with a Sword
Characters: Rory Williams, Amy Pond
~Pairings: Amy/Rory
Rating: T, for death
Word Count: 375/2,204 (or close to it, the total changes as I edit)
Note: Takes place after Angels Take Manhattan

Five

It was to be expected he supposed, getting sent back to the 1930's he was bond to have to fight in the Second World War…again.

He grimaced as he remembered the bombs and screams, he had almost died that time…he would probably almost die this time.

With a sigh he stared at the picture in his hand and smiled, a faded photo of Amy smiled back at him.

She had been so distraught when he had left.

"Haven't we done enough!" She had yelled. "Haven't we lost enough!"

He had just hushed her softly and wiped away her tears, "I can help." He told her. "I…I've been through it before and I can help."

"Please don't go," she muttered, hugging him tightly. "I don't want you to."

"I have to Amy…I just…I just have to."

After a moment she nodded and clung to him, "just promise me one thing."

"What?"

"Promise me you'll come back."

He smiled at her, "course I will."

Then he had left.

"She your girlfriend?" A voice behind him asked suddenly and Rory jumped, looking up at the man that had approached him.

"Wife," he clarified.

The man nodded, "you'll see her again I'm sure, but for now it's time to go."

Rory nodded, pocketed his picture and then picked up a careful wrapped package.

The man stared, "so are you really as good with it as they say?"

Rory shrugged, "suppose so."

The man nodded thoughtful, "the Centurion, that's what they're calling you."

Rory flinched at the name, the man didn't notice.

"The soldier who fights like a Roman with a gun, still don't know how you manage to do it. There you are out in the open and yet nothing hits you as you hit them…it's amazing I can't—"

"Don't," Rory muttered. "Just don't, there is nothing amazing about taking lives." His eyes grew haunted. "And I have taken too many."

The man in front of him gazed sadly, "I'm sorry son, but you're going to have to take some more."

Rory nodded and stood, "then let's get on with it."

By the time the war ended and Rory came home he was different, haunted, but Amy was there and he thought that just maybe he'd be okay.

So since Rory was sent back in time it stands to reason that he would indeed fight in World War II, be it through drafting or volunteering.

I like to think he volunteered, because he knew he could fight.

On that note, I also like to think that he ends up fighting with his sword just as much as his gun. A sword is something he's fought with for 2,000 years and I'm sure when you fight with a sword for that long you figure out how to fight against guns...I don't know, it as just as idea that I wanted to play with

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