( open post! ) voicetest → rory williams

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[oncefairytale]

She rolls her head back and forth as a no. She can't answer him for a moment, still so overcome by happiness and joy. Those moments where he might have been lost to her forever were the longest of her life. As difficult as it was to say goodbye to her best friend, she couldn't imagine living the rest of her life without Rory by her side. He's been the only constant in her life.

"You didn't it see it, then? The angel? The one that sent you back here?" She looks at him, studying his face. It's a face she loves so dearly and one she knows so well. He's close enough that he can probably still see the tears in her eyes and the dried tracks they left on her cheeks. But she doesn't hide them from him. Not anymore. There is no need for secrets between them. She already saw what that did to them.

[regained]

One of Rory's hands comes to cup her cheek, thumb swiping along those dried tear tracks. The thing is, Rory always notices things about Amy, the sort of things not one would really see if they weren't looking. The Doctor isn't his best friend, not a friend in the way he is to Amy, where he holds some sort of ideal that she's held onto since childhood, and while he thinks it's been broken and destroyed since their time in the motel of hope, Rory's best friend is standing right before him.

He looks at her, maybe not really seeing her, despite her always being in his vision, whether his mind's eye or not. "No," he says, shaking his head. "All I saw was my gravestone …" And even as he says it, he's still not sure of what he saw.

In Loving Memory
Rory Arthur Williams
Aged 82

"Where's the Doctor?" he glances around, not removing his hands from Amy's waist nor her cheek. "We can't have gone back," he says. Not to the Manhattan where he lived a life of loneliness and died with her by his side. "That Manhattan doesn't exist," he says, yet, his tone is full of disbelief.

That Manhattan can't exist, yet, how does one find themselves in a park? How does one find themselves in the broad light of day to only blink and be in the darkest of night?

He knows, deep down, of what she's done, and the panic begins to rise in Rory's voice. He's never been as poised as her, never been as cool, calm and collected, and he's not going to begin now. Amelia Pond, sometimes Williams, has done something awfully stupid, and he knows, he knows, just what she's done. "Amy, what did you do?"

[oncefairytale]

Once again, she shakes her head in response. While she made her choice- a choice that there is no coming back from- it's still hard for her to completely grasp that the Doctor is out of her life forever. "He couldn't come. There was only enough space for two of us on the Angel Express." She stands up a little straighter, close but not in danger of becoming one anymore.

"And don't you question me, Rory Williams. I did what I had to do." She lifts her chin, the definition of defiant. "Did what you would do. I told you it was together or not at all and I meant it."

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"But, Amy —"

It doesn't feel right. None of this does. If he's stuck in some loop, where Manhattan is the last place he ever sees, then, it's his future to endure. His alone, apparently. But Amy has done what she always has and broken the rules for the pleasure of herself.

Today, it causes him displeasure because of what she's given up ... She chose him over the Doctor. A life of adventure and marriage acceptances with rather sleazy monarchs, but things no one else in the universe would endure. A part of him still reverts back into his old self, insecure around the man in a bowtie, but they had agreed to never quite stop saying no to adventures.

And yet, in one fell swoop, they had.

His arm around her waist grips her. The hand cupping her face moves into her hair. "Not at the expense of your life," he says. "My name was on that gravestone. Mine. Not yours. All these things about fixed points in time …" He had hoped it wasn't true, that they had saved him, that they could return home and build a picket fence and perhaps hire another alien butler to do all their housework … but some part of him had known that he was doomed to stay in Manhattan. Alone.

He had never wanted to strip of what made her feel whole. And, in some way, of roping her in and their together or not at all, he had managed to do just that. Not for the first time, Rory finds himself angry with the Doctor.

[oncefairytale]

There is still the unspoken awkwardness between them from his declaration that he always loved her more. She hates that he thought that, that she could never properly tell him how much he meant to her. She always choked on the words, afraid that maybe he'd leave her just like everyone else. So she kept a little distance between them, kept the things that even Rory couldn't forgive a secret. But she loves him just as passionately as he loves her.

She kisses his cheek before she wraps her arms around him and hugs him fiercely. "Rule number whatever," she starts, whispering in his ear, "time can be rewritten. I've done it before and I'd do it again for you, stupid."

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He can't help but laugh, softly. He presses his nose into her hair. "I'm not …" He's not stupid, but, he'll be her stupid, if she'll be his stupid. That's a really nice line for a vow, isn't it? "You weren't meant to be here, Amy." Despite her clearly wanting to be here with him, it still doesn't make it feel right. Together or not at all. He feels as though he's doomed them both.

"What happens if …" He lets it trail off. The Angels send her somewhere else? She dies? She ends up scooped up and taken away from him? Being alone is a scary thought, but having Amy ripped from his arms is an even scarier one.