The boy who waited

Oh no.

apaisleygirl:

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rorytheroman:

Rory endured the pain of having Amy’s nails leaving their mark on his hand. If it was going to help her, he was willing to put up with it and he tried not to give any indication that it was bothering him. When she loosened her grip though, he gave her a grateful smile.

He breathed a sigh of relief when they landed. They’d made it to the hospital, he thought. And faster than it would have taken them to drive too. Seemed like things were going according to plan.

“Do you want the wheelchair, Amy? Or can you make it inside do you think?” Where there would probably be a wheelchair waiting for her anyway, he thought.

“What do you mean, stick around?” The Doctor tried to keep the panic out of his voice as he straightened his bow tie self-consciously, looking nervous as he licked his lips and glanced between them. “As in- as in, in the… the room? Or, you know, in the lobby?” He could probably do the lobby, he figured. The lobby was alright. The lobby didn’t include Amy screaming and crying and… birthing. “Well, I can probably do that. I mean, if you really need me there. Do you need me there? 

As he said this, he started in a casual stroll to the doors, stopping beside them as he waited for them both. “I mean, you’ve got Rory, and you’ll have the doctor- a doctor, that is, since I’m the Doctor. You’ll have a doctor, lowercase d.”

“I can walk in there.” Amy said stubbornly. She watched the Doctor stumble over his words, clearly uncomfortable with the idea. “I don’t need you there. I just thought you’d like to meet your goddaughter.” Amy was well aware of how uncomfortable he was with this sort of thing, but she was sort of hoping he would be there. She wouldn’t admit it willingly, but she wanted him to be there for her.

Opening the door, Amy’s expression changed instantly. “Is this some sort of joke?” Her hand tightened in Rory’s again, this time out of anger. “This is not Leadworth Hospital.” Actually she wasn’t even sure where this was.

Rory walked with Amy to the door, looking back at the Doctor as he said, “You’re basically family, Doctor. You can’t just drop us off and go. The lobby’s fine though I don’t blame-“

He froze when he heard Amy’s words. Of course something had gone wrong. The Doctor had answered his phone and arrived to pick them up quickly. Rory should have known it was all too good to be true. He turned around and looked out. Oh, no, he thought. Not the hospital. “This isn’t Leadworth at all.”

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rorytheroman:

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Well, don’t worry- I’ve thought about that.

*he reached over to pat Rory’s shoulder reassuringly, smiling brightly as the building came into view* I’ll just aim for the wall- the wall’s safe to run into, right? *he paused, considering it* Maybe the first thing I should do is learn to stop.

Yeah, and hopefully everyone’ll be wearing protective gear. *Which they probably would, he realised. Or at least children would, if there were any about. And they were the ones Rory was more concerned about.* Stopping is important. But while you’re getting the hang of it- I mean, I guess you could hold onto my hand if you like. I know how to stop well enough.

*tries to hide his smile at that* Well- if you’re offering, I suppose that would be a good way to go about it. Between the two of us, I think we’ll have the hang of it. *he casually reached for Rory’s hand as he opened the door to the rink, and the sound of skaters and 80s music greeted them*

*It was a bit more crowded than Rory would’ve liked, especially because now the music was making him remember the Doctor’s dancing at his and Amy’s wedding and he was imagining how the Doctor would probably end up embarrassing him.* C’mon then. *He started pulling the Doctor towards the main counter* Let’s get our skates.

Wacky Wednesday (@rorytheroman; apaisleygirl)

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apaisleygirl:

rorytheroman:

“Uh-huh, well it’s great to know what caused it-” Even if he really didn’t understand how it worked. “-but what I’m more interested in is whether or not it can be reversed. You’ll have us right in no time, won’t you, Doctor?” he asked hopefully. He could just know that the Doctor knew how to fix it he’d feel a lot better.

And whilst maybe the Doctor thought he was sly, and able to avoid her biggest question. He wasn’t. The fact that he was actively avoiding answering that worried her. “Doctor.” Amy did her best to give him space, but she was growing increasingly irritated and worried. She wanted her husband back. In his own body. “You can fix it, right?”

“Yes. No. Probably?” the Doctor scratched at his cheek, then rubbed his palm against it. “Blimey, Rory, you have got to shave once all this is over. You’re all… stubbly. Anyway!” He turned to the two of them. “I can probably fix it. I just… haven’t ever had to before.” And he had thrown the manual out— the one time he’d actually need to consult it, and it’s being burnt up in some supernova somewhere, somewhen. 

Actually… “We may need to make a quick trip before I do that, though. Rory,” he turned back to the console, typing in coordinates, “I need you to go to the garden and find a fishing rod. A durable one, with dwarf steel fishing line- it should be a bright red and yellow with green polka dots on the reel.”

‘No’ and ‘Probably’ were not words Rory wanted to hear right now. His eyes, or rather the Doctor’s, widened in horror at the thought of probably being stuck like this. This had to be some kind of nightmare, he thought.

On top of the worry he was feeling, he was also confused. “What on earth does a fishing rod have to do with this? Is it going to help?” It had better.

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rorytheroman:

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*the Doctor shrugs, nonchalantly, gazing around the street to look for a sign of the building* I don’t know, Rory, I’ve never been there before. Remember? Fresh into the skating-rinks, me. First time, first serve, first skate.

All right. It just sounds sort of unsafe. *And he was already concerned about this little excursion of theirs.* Especially with this being your first time. I’m just thinking about how much of a danger you’ll probably be to the other skaters. *At least he’s being honest.*

Well, don’t worry- I’ve thought about that.

*he reached over to pat Rory’s shoulder reassuringly, smiling brightly as the building came into view* I’ll just aim for the wall- the wall’s safe to run into, right? *he paused, considering it* Maybe the first thing I should do is learn to stop.

Yeah, and hopefully everyone’ll be wearing protective gear. *Which they probably would, he realised. Or at least children would, if there were any about. And they were the ones Rory was more concerned about.* Stopping is important. But while you’re getting the hang of it- I mean, I guess you could hold onto my hand if you like. I know how to stop well enough.

Oh no.

apaisleygirl:

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rorytheroman:

apaisleygirl:

Amy was walking a lot slower than she normally would, but it seemed to help with the pain a little bit. This felt rather surreal and even though it was irrational, Amy couldn’t help but worry that any minute she would wake up again. Without the Doctor or especially Rory, having to go through this alone again. She wouldn’t be able to handle it.

“Rory you forgo- Nevermind, forget it.” She realised he hadn’t taken the bag with them but she did not want to waste anytime in having him go get it again. They’d worry about it later. Letting go of him Amy moved to take a seat in the chair near the console. “Try not to throw us around too much.” Amy said to the Doctor, trying to keep her tone light. She knew she was being rather snappy, but she was having a hard time controlling herself at the moment.

Not having realised he’d forgotten about Amy’s bag, Rory kept walking with Amy through the open doors of the TARDIS. The entire routine they’d rehearsed was coming undone. They hadn’t thought anything would go wrong. They hadn’t even considered it.

Once inside he lead Amy to the jumpseat where he stood at her side, holding onto one of her hands. “Yeah, Doctor. A smooth ride would be appreciated.” He just wanted to get to the hospital with no incidents.

“We’ll be there in no time at all,” he said to Amy, squeezing her hand again. “Everything’ll be fine now.” Not that he really believed that. With their routine out the window anything could happen now and this made Rory feel incredibly anxious.

“I put on the stabilisers,” the Doctor assured them as he pulled down the handbrake, and although there was the familiar grating noise of the TARDIS’s tell-tale dematerialisation, there was none of the shaking to accompany yet. Still, the Doctor was dashing around the console like his usual mad self- even without the shaking, flying the TARDIS single-manned was still as difficult a task.

“Now, when we arrive, the TARDIS has set aside a wheelchair if you need it, Pond,” he gestured vaguely off to the side, although the wheelchair was on the opposite end of the control room. “But if you don’t want to use it, that’s fine as well.”

It took another minute, but the Doctor finally pushed the handbrake up into park and the TARDIS chimed in landing. He dusted his hands off with a smile and looked at the two of them. “Well, Ponds. This is it.”

Quiet for the short ride, Amy held onto Rory’s hand tightly. Nails biting into his skin from both pain and anxiety of what was happening at the moment. When she realised what she was doing though, she let her hold up a bit and brought their hands close to her chest giving him an apologetic look.

Shifting in the seat uncomfortably, Amy watched as the Doctor moved about the console. At the very least it was somewhat distracting from the pain of the contractions. “Thank you.” Amy said sincerely once they landed. Whilst keeping a tight grip on Rory’s hand, Amy awkwardly got up from the chair. “Are you going to stick around?” She wasn’t trying to pressure the Doctor into staying if he didn’t want to, but at the very least she’d ask. It would be nice for him to be there.

Rory endured the pain of having Amy’s nails leaving their mark on his hand. If it was going to help her, he was willing to put up with it and he tried not to give any indication that it was bothering her. When she loosened her grip though, he gave her a grateful smile.

He breathed a sigh of relief when they landed. They’d made it to the hospital, he thought. And faster than it would have taken them to drive too. Seemed like things were going according to plan.

“Do you want the wheelchair, Amy? Or can you make it inside do you think?” Where there would probably be a wheelchair waiting for her anyway, he thought.

Oh no.

apaisleygirl:

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rorytheroman:

Rory had half-heartedly tried making jokes about the pregnancy early on, but they hadn’t gone well and he given up on them quickly. “Yes. TARDIS. Good idea, Amy.” He supported her as much as she needed as they walked towards the ship. 

The Doctor darted ahead of them, making sure the door was fully open so that Rory could help get Amy into the TARDIS before he darted up to the console. “Right, Royal Leadworth Hospital, isn’t it?” He started punching in coordinates. “Don’t you worry, Pond, I’ll have us there in a jiffy.” He hesitated a moment, looking over the controls before he begrudgingly flipped the blue stabilisers to active. This was no time for the TARDIS to shake and jitter. 

Amy was walking a lot slower than she normally would, but it seemed to help with the pain a little bit. This felt rather surreal and even though it was irrational, Amy couldn’t help but worry that any minute she would wake up again. Without the Doctor or especially Rory, having to go through this alone again. She wouldn’t be able to handle it.

“Rory you forgo- Nevermind, forget it.” She realised he hadn’t taken the bag with them but she did not want to waste anytime in having him go get it again. They’d worry about it later. Letting go of him Amy moved to take a seat in the chair near the console. “Try not to throw us around too much.” Amy said to the Doctor, trying to keep her tone light. She knew she was being rather snappy, but she was having a hard time controlling herself at the moment.

Not having realised he’d forgotten about Amy’s bag, Rory kept walking with Amy through the open doors of the TARDIS. The entire routine they’d rehearsed was coming undone. They hadn’t thought anything would go wrong. They hadn’t even considered it.

Once inside he lead Amy to the jumpseat where he stood at her side, holding onto one of her hands. “Yeah, Doctor. A smooth ride would be appreciated.” He just wanted to get to the hospital with no incidents.

“We’ll be there in no time at all,” he said to Amy, squeezing her hand again. “Everything’ll be fine now.” Not that he really believed that. With their routine out the window anything could happen now and this made Rory feel incredibly anxious.

apaisleygirl asked: Well... We're married OOC and IC so there's that. Also I think you can be rather selfless and don't like to talk about your feelings. You'd much rather listen to others express theirs and try to help them rather than dealing with your own.

((Yeah she’s right she’s my wife, everyone. Confuses the hell out of my friends at school if I mention that. :D

BUT OH YOU I do like listening to other people’s problems. I’m here to help! Also yeah I do hate talking about my own feels cos I end up crying and I hate it so I’d much rather listen to other people’s feels.So maybe I’m selfish when it comes to that. ))