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» Together or Not at All, Tag: Amy
rory williams
 Posted: Sep 21 2013, 01:46 PM
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To save you, I could do anything.
“Amy! Come see this.”

“What?”

“The gravestone here is almost the same name as me.”

“What?”

Rory looked over at Amy and blinked at her as he tried to figure how why his name was on the headstone. But before he could explain what he meant, Rory felt a rushing, pulling sensation. He felt dizzy, confused, and like he had the most horrible case of vertigo in the world as everything spun around him. He felt like he was falling . . . falling forever into an endless vortex before he was jarred into a landing hard enough to break bones if the Angels had wanted to.

Now that he had come to a standstill, he felt like he had been smashed in the face with an anvil, like he would be ill, like the world were still spinning, and like he might fall over if he didn’t have something to brace himself against. He found the nearest wall and leaned against it, covering his face with a hand to stop the world from spinning.

He took a moment to himself before he pushed himself away from the wall. Wherever he was now, Amy wasn’t with him. Where was Amy? Oh god. Where was he? Where was Amy? They had just survived a paradox by dying together and wound up in the graveyard before Rory saw his name on a gravestone . . . and then wound up here. Wherever here was.

But more importantly, where was Amy? Why was Amy not here with him?

A mixture of emotions suddenly washed over him. He wanted to cry, he wanted to rage, he wanted to smash and break things. He was jealous and angry and sad all at the same time. It wasn’t fair. It just wasn’t fair. He had died and died again and had waited almost 2,000 years for Amy to keep her safe even while she was in the Pandorica. They had just died by creating a paradox and had survived together . . . and now she wasn’t even here with him. He was a full-blooded male after all—even if he were an Auton—and was disappointed and upset that he couldn’t even save his wife again.

Just before he could wallow in his own self-pity anymore, Amy appeared before him in a rush. Rory couldn’t believe his eyes—or his luck—but he didn’t question it. He had stopped questioning his luck when it came to Amy a long time ago. “Amy!” he cried before he rushed over to her, wrapping his arms around her in the biggest hug he could manage. “Amy, are you all right?” he asked, checking her over for any physical injuries. “What happened? Where are we?” he asked in rapid succession, finally taking in their surroundings for the first time since he had unknowingly been transported back in time by the Weeping Angels, before his gaze returned to his wife once more. “I’m glad you’re safe,” he finished quickly, holding her close.

Notes: So, I totally made up the part about what he ‘felt’ when he got sucked back in time by the Weeping Angels. I hope it works!
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 Posted: Feb 18 2014, 03:58 AM
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Amy never chose.

That decision had been made long ago, when she was barely an adult. It startled her even now to recall how young she'd been - her tempers, her ideals, her broken heart holding the world at bat. Older now, she wondered if in years to come she'd still look back and marvel at her immaturity now - or perhaps she really was all grown up at last.

Did anyone ever really become all grown up, or was that fallacy an illusion to struggle for ... what? Betterment? Wisdom? A vain struggle for youth?

It would be a long time before Amy would realise that she had, in fact,had a choice that day in the graveyard. She could've changed something, done it differently - but she never would, not even were she given that terrible day over.

The transportation was instantaneous. Weeping Angels had for so long terrified her that she'd plenty of time to wonder what it would feel like, to be sent back to wherever they wanted. The world spun, she felt sick and disoriented - and then it was over and a new breath was taken in a new world. One moment the Doctor was there, his eyes pleading with realisation that this was happening, and then he was gone. A candle had been extinguished. A switch flicked. Amy opened her eyes in another life.

This was New York. Gone were the conveniences of modern life, the easy luxuries beyond count she had taken for granted. Gone were her parents, work, the plans Brian promised to water. Amy would never say none of it mattered - it mattered - but all were solemn sacrifices for the man who mattered most.

"Rory!"

The fear that the Angel, in its malice, could separate them in time was obliterated. Amy ran to Rory. Her face was pale and streaked with tears she'd cried in another time. Tears for Rory. As a fresh set began Amy knew these were shed for somebody else - her Doctor, her Raggedy Man. Her Imaginary Friend finally gone.

She crushed Rory to her. Her arms wound around his familiar, narrow frame. Her head found rest where his shoulder met his neck, warm and safe. He must, Amy thought, he must have known she would come. Together or not at all - this was how they were meant to be.

"The past, Rory - we're in the past!"
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