http://nurse-boy.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] nurse-boy.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paradisalost2011-07-12 01:34 am
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- thirty-seventh year waiting -

[dictated]

[alone on a bed in the medbay on Eleven's TARDIS, Rory Williams wakes up from a week-long sleep. He feels extremely disoriented and doesn't really remember collapsing in the castle lobby--there's so many new memories to process this time around, two thousand years' worth and then some--and he's got a pounding headache. But both of these are minor concerns when, upon regaining consciousness, the first thing he realizes is that he has a heartbeat. A pulse. And he's breathing. Not because he can, but because he has to. Which can only mean one thing:

He's gone home. And he's come back human again.

The realization hits him like a sucker punch to the chest and he makes to bolt upright into a sit, grabbing frantically at his right hand to check for the hinge--except his head throbs like it's been hit with a sledgehammer and a wave of nausea crashes over him. He sinks back onto his bed with a groan, squeezing his eyes shut and grimacing in pain. Okay, maybe the headache's not such a minor concern after all.

Swallowing to wet his dry throat, he croaks out:]


Amy? ... Doctor? Wha ...?

((open like an open thing! Rory's back from a trip home and has been canon-bumped up through Series 6, Episode 7: A Good Man Goes To War. He's no longer an Auton (buh-bye plasticness and handy gun in his hand!) and brings with him a metric fuckton of new emotional baggage courtesy of the Doctor and River Song))

[identity profile] too-fairytale.livejournal.com 2011-07-13 10:07 am (UTC)(link)
[all Amy can do is wait for him to say something; she's scared, properly scared now, even more so than when River refused to tell her anything before]

[identity profile] too-fairytale.livejournal.com 2011-07-13 02:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[her knuckles are a threat to crack and snap from the pressure]

Rory, what are you saying.

he has a lot of feelings

[identity profile] too-fairytale.livejournal.com 2011-07-13 04:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[the more Rory says, the more Amy feels like she's shifting into some horrible realm of unreality where she knows that everything he's saying is true, yet it's all too awful for her to accept. This is her future. She's a mother, even though she isn't and won't be ready for it. She'll spend her entire pregnancy alone and unknowing, without her husband by her side. Her captors are going to take her baby away...

(Part of her wants to punch him for saying it was never their baby that he'd held--does he really think she herself isn't as good as the 'real' Amy, after all?)

This can't be real. It's her worst fears about her situation realized, and then even worse]


Why...

[she manages to say--she doesn't know how--her entire replacement body feels like it's buzzing with white noise]

...why us? Why our baby? Why do they want our baby?

[identity profile] too-fairytale.livejournal.com 2011-07-14 06:01 am (UTC)(link)
[this? Is too much. She's been kidnapped and held captive and now her baby's been kidnapped because of the Doctor? Somehow, it's his fault? And these people want to turn her baby into a weapon?

Why didn't the Doctor fix this? Why didn't he save them both? He fixes everything, he saves everyone! And then Amy thinks, no he doesn't. She lost Rory twice and the Doctor couldn't save him, either time. She hasn't one hundred percent believed in his ability to make everything right ever since Rory dissolved into a pile of dust right in front of her. She can remember standing on the bridge of that crashing starliner, looking at Rory, and thinking: this is it. We're about to die.

If this is what happens, he arrives too late to rescue her baby and they were taken because of him in the first place, she and Rory lose their daughter because of him... she thinks her faith in him has just been shaken to the ground]


You can't... turn a baby into a weapon...

[identity profile] too-fairytale.livejournal.com 2011-07-14 07:01 am (UTC)(link)
[it feels like her death grip on the edge of Rory's bed is the only thing keeping her standing; she can't let go to touch him, comfort him--and how the hell could she even? It's like her entire world is being snatched away from her, the world she *could* be living in, safe with her husband and her--her baby girl--

She is *so* not ready to be a mum, but even though she hasn't lived what Rory has, the strength of the protective, maternal feelings flooding through her make the white noise in her ears buzz even louder. She isn't ready, she hasn't even had this baby, but she loves it and would do anything for it with everything she has. And hearing that their daughter is stolen from them is crushing her]


Rory--tell me--tell me everything.

[identity profile] too-fairytale.livejournal.com 2011-07-14 07:25 am (UTC)(link)
[a decent chunk of the unreality Amy's feeling has to do with exactly this--she's never seen Rory like this. Ever. It's even worse than when he woke up the last time he went home, reeling from having just shot and killed her. She doesn't know how to handle it, doesn't think she *can* handle it. It's funny... she's supposed to be the strong one, the one who can handle anything. Then Rory completely breaks down and all her strength and bravado flies right out the metaphorical window.

She draws in a breath--it shocks her, how much it *hurts*--and tries relaxing her grip on the bed. It doesn't work, and she ends up sitting down hard on the very edge of her chair. It's a wonder the thing doesn't fly out from under her]

[identity profile] too-fairytale.livejournal.com 2011-07-14 07:55 am (UTC)(link)
[and that's when the chair gives up any semblance of staying steady and shoots right out from under her; Amy drops the rest of the way to the floor even harder than she'd sat on the chair, wrenching her arm as she loses the remainder of her grip on the bed. Not so weirdly, she barely even feels the sudden shock of pain there or in her backside. She just lands with a surprised 'whuff' and then--slumps]

[identity profile] too-fairytale.livejournal.com 2011-07-14 09:13 am (UTC)(link)
[now the pain's starting to register: a sort of creeping, hard numbness, more blunt where Rory's fingers press into her wrenched arm. And then she remembers that she's supposed to be taking care of him, he was in pain, and she reaches to hold his arms in turn]

Don't--your headache--

[--is the most inconsequential thing in the world right now, but it's something she has control over]

[identity profile] too-fairytale.livejournal.com 2011-07-14 09:27 am (UTC)(link)
[she sees that twitch, and lifts a hand to smooth her fingertips over it--and oh god, it's his real human skin, he's human again, and the barest ghost of a smile flickers across her face]

You've got a twitch.

[identity profile] too-fairytale.livejournal.com 2011-07-15 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
[she squeezes his arm to stay him for a moment, shifting her fingertips to let her palm rest on his cheek]

And you're all blotchy and--your eyes are red...

[identity profile] too-fairytale.livejournal.com 2011-07-15 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
Shut up.

[she replies, not unkindly. She doesn't doesn't think he has to, or NEEDS to, apologize. Not for this. Never for this. She keeps her hand on his cheek]

Is the--the light still hurting you?

[identity profile] too-fairytale.livejournal.com 2011-07-15 04:33 am (UTC)(link)
[Amy can read you, Rory. And so, it seems, can the TARDIS--he's the pretty one now, after all. As if on cue, the lights in the medbay dim to a more tolerable level. Amy glances up at the ceiling for a moment and breathes a quiet sigh of relief, then turns back to Rory]

Let's get you back on the bed, yeah?

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