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 2011-08-18 10:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[she gives him a chiding look that, under the circumstances, is much softer than it would normally be]

Yeah, I do.

[identity profile] too-fairytale.livejournal.com 2011-08-19 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
[Amy softens the look even further with a quick twitch of a smile before hauling off to the kitchenette. This time, she makes the tea somewhat milder, and almost as an afterthought adds some honey to it. She hopes Rory will find it a little soothing.

When it's finished, she leaves one crutch against the counter, holding the mug in her free hand, and carefully starts levering her way back to the bed]

[identity profile] too-fairytale.livejournal.com 2011-08-20 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
[for half a second she'd actually considered asking the castle for one of its ghosts to help her, but instantly decided that would be way too weird and creepy. Hence, the careful shuffling. Finally, she makes it back to Rory's side, and makes sure he's got the mug well in hand before letting go of it and turning to sit on the edge of the bed]

[identity profile] too-fairytale.livejournal.com 2011-08-20 03:45 am (UTC)(link)
[Amy shoots him a tentative, careful sort of smile as she gets her legs swung up on the bed, doing her best not to jostle him too much]

I thought it might... you know. Help. A little.

[identity profile] too-fairytale.livejournal.com 2011-08-20 05:03 am (UTC)(link)
[that warmth makes her feel a little bit better, both about her nursemaid skills and in general. Maybe he'll--they'll--get through this okay. They have to. They handled Rory being plastic, they survived their estrangement after the Godhand, they're handling her being a Flesh copy. They can get through... all this new stuff. Right?]

I wonder how long it will take for you to remember that you're allowed to feed yourself again.

[identity profile] too-fairytale.livejournal.com 2011-08-20 05:18 am (UTC)(link)
[she glances at his stomach as well, a slight ray of amusement shining a tiny beam of light into her heart, and wonders too if he'll have a hard time keeping food down, after having gone without it for so long. They might have to ease him back into it, try not to overwhelm his taste buds. Then again, that first mug of tea hadn't overloaded him]

Nah. You won't let you starve, either. And sleep won't be so bad. You'll settle down with me for the night and pass out before you know what hit you.

[identity profile] too-fairytale.livejournal.com 2011-08-20 10:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[Amy can at least sense that he wants her to stay close by, which is fine with her since she hadn't planned on going anywhere else. So she sits next to him in companionable (if not exactly comfortable) silence while he drinks his tea, their arms lightly butting up against each other, and does her best to not seem like she's hovering or blatantly staring or otherwise being awkwardly intrusive]

[identity profile] too-fairytale.livejournal.com 2011-08-20 10:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[Amy's face pinches in concern as she shifts to angle her body towards him]

Still got a headache, then?

[identity profile] too-fairytale.livejournal.com 2011-08-20 11:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[that look on his face and in his eyes shoots a little dagger of--something--right through Amy's heart. She's never seen Rory look quite like this before, and it leaves her feeling helpless and *restless*, like she ought to be doing something besides making tea to fix it. More selfishly, she hates seeing him like this because she almost doesn't know how to be soft enough to try and soothe him, and part of her wants to resent him for making her have to do it. (Even though she doesn't *have* to. But he matters to her, he's important. So she does.)

She scoots even closer in silent invitation for him to curl into her again if he wants, or... whatever he wants to do, that might help]


Hey.... it's... it's okay.

[even though it's not]

[identity profile] too-fairytale.livejournal.com 2011-08-21 12:02 am (UTC)(link)
[There *is* a slight sense of frustration creeping into Amy's stomach, but it's not directed at Rory, rather at her own inability to fully share his grief. She knows she's going to spend her entire pregnancy alone and unaware, that her baby will be stolen from her twice, and that knowledge *hurts*--but. She also knows it hurts less than it will when she's actually had it happen to her. She can't fully comprehend his pain until then. Assuming it ever does while still leaving her here....

Carefully, she smooths her hands up onto his shoulders and very gently nuzzles her nose against his, mentally floundering]


I--I wish I could--I'm sorry I can't--

[identity profile] too-fairytale.livejournal.com 2011-08-21 01:07 am (UTC)(link)
[and that, for whatever amorphous reason--it doesn't bring tears to her eyes, not exactly, but the horror and pain she'd felt when Rory first told her that they lose their daughter suddenly mushrooms up in her chest]

I'm a mum... [she almost chokes on the word] You're a dad...

well, it's appropriate

[identity profile] too-fairytale.livejournal.com 2011-08-21 01:38 am (UTC)(link)
I didn't want it to happen like this--

[she blurts, and clamps her mouth down in a hard line]

[identity profile] too-fairytale.livejournal.com 2011-08-21 09:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[Amy sees the tear, of course, and it punches anguish right through the little hole left behind by the dagger of--something--and she keeps blurting because if she doesn't she might start crying, too]

I wanted it to be when we were back home, and settled, and--ready, and--normal--