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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))
[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))
*pets*
Don't be disgusting. I'm the Doctor's wife. You and Amy are my parents. I know it's hard to believe, but I'm living proof of evolution. You know the Doctor and Amy would never do such a thing.
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What the hell was I supposed to think? You say you've got Time Lord genes and we only know one of those, and he just happens to be the man that Amy's wanted her entire life! And don't say Amy would never--she tried it on with him the night before our wedding!
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Maybe Amy would, but you know the Doctor wouldn't. He's so terribly old fashioned and has way too many morals to allow such a thing.
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You don't know her like I do. Amy can be--really persuasive.
[more like steamroll everything in her path to get her way. Some of the anger drains out of him and he slumps, dropping his head into his hand]
She's never said it ... but if she knew it wouldn't kill me, she'd be in his bed in a heartbeat, no matter what he might say. I know she would.
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[She's trying to build him back up]
You always underestimate yourself. You need to have more faith in yourself before you go accusing Amy of what she would or wouldn't do.
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No, she would. Like I said, she's never directly asked, but she ... dropped hints that she wanted to. After we were married. [sighs] Like--like she wanted my permission.
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But she hasn't. Wanting and doing are two different things. Listen, I'm your daughter. How else would I have your nose?
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We've both got tough luck?
[bad attempt at joke is bad]
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Or we've both got the same bad nose gene.
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I don't see why everyone makes such a fuss over it ... it's not that bad. I mean--so okay, yes, it bad when I was a kid but I grew into it--[waves his hand at her]--and looks like you did too. [with a bit of familial defensiveness] It's a good nose.
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I suppose you have a point there.
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It's going to be hard keeping this from Amy.
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Of course I don't! How could you even suggest that?
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[She arches a brow at him]
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Well--I don't know--I don't if I--I don't know how. [more hand waving] But we know, so that'll ... that'll change how we act. Around each other. Even if we don't do it on purpose.
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This isn't going to end well.
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[That's a joke]
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You have seen her nails, right?
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Hide your sword.
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