The Girl Who Didn't Make Sense

Penny In The Air

"Rory, I love you," Amy breathed, "But I just- I don't think I'm ready to grow up yet. I still want to see the universe and visit alien planets and save the day. I'm staying here. On the TARDIS."
For a split second, Rory had thought that his wife was kidding, but her beautiful face seemed to say something much different. Of course, then he repeated his threat a few more times, reminding her that he was to be taken seriously, that Rory Williams meant business and was not staying for another dangerous adventure in the blue box. Still, Amy refused to leave, saying it was where she belonged at the moment. That was the moment that Rory's heart broke. Because if anyone had ever asked, he would have always replied that the only place he ever wanted to be was by his wife's side.
It was when the man made his way to the door, luggage in hand, that he turned to his wife and best friend standing next to one another with sad expressions, but not doing a thing, that the pleas began once again. Rory was surprised by the lack of anger he felt. He felt it, but it wasn't even directed at those two. It was all towards himself. Rory just felt incredibly foolish. Maybe the old him would have been jealous, glaring at the Doctor, wondering just how much pleasure he was getting from all this, from getting to be alone once more with "his" Amelia Pond. The idea of it sounded a bit ridiculous, though. The Time Lord had batted Amy off before and was happily married to River. He had left Amy time and time again, no matter how high the pedestal she put her Raggedy Man on. In Rory's eyes, the Doctor didn't have those feelings for Amy.
"Rory," his wife murmured, taking a hold of his arm as he made his way to the door, everything else in the TARDIS completely silent, not moving. He had never seen the Doctor so still before.

"So, what does this make us?" Rory asked, removing his arm from Amy's grasp and trying hard not to let his eyes brim with the tears he knew was coming, "Should I get the divorce papers and wait for you to come back and sign them, then?"

Amy didn't know how to answer that. She still knew so little about the effects of her choice, what the Doctor would say about it all, yet she hated the idea of using Rory as a back-up plan. The redhead knew where her heart belonged and it was in a blue police telephone box, in the arms of a man with two hearts, magic green eyes, and an innocent smile.

Rory bowed his head, shoving a hand into his jean pockets. "I waited 2,000 years for you," he stated, "I never left your side."

"I know." Oh, of course Amy knew. Rory had always done so much for her. Neither a "sorry" nor "thank you" seemed to cover just what he had done for Amy Pond.

"You're the most important thing in the universe to me," he whispered, glancing up and staring earnestly into her eyes. Rory knew he was too nice, too in love to break things off with the girl of his dreams. Despite the fact that she didn't seem to have that difficult of a time leaving him. Since the day they had met, when Amelia had valiantly protected little Rory Williams from the schoolyard bullies, he had known he'd spend every possible second with that Scottish redhead. "You always will be."


"I'll wait for you to be ready for this," he interrupted, getting to his point, then quirked a smile, though there wasn't really anything funny about this moment at all. "Just make sure you get here in time."

Amy wrapped her arms around Rory's neck, squeezing tightly. She felt his hands move to her back, reciprocating the same tight embrace. A part of Amy knew that she would never be the wife that Rory needed and that one day, he'd realize this. Both wondered if this was the last time they would see one another. Rory knew just how dangerous life was on the TARDIS. He'd had enough deaths to know just how careful you had to be to survive it all. Amy, too, wondered if she'd ever come back and visit. Saying goodbye like this was more than enough pain already. The redhead nuzzled her head into his neck, feeling a little bit of his stubble rub against her smooth cheek. "I love you, got it?" she said, voice slightly muffled, then lifted her head, hands on both sides of his face, "And you are much too good for me."

"I could say the same," he smiled, kissing her one last time, then turning to the Doctor, "Oi, I have a few words for you."

At first, the Time Lord assumed it'd be a threat of some sort. Rory had always been a bit jealous, but it seemed to be dying down as time went on. "Rory, I'm sorry," the Doctor apologized, "I did-"

"You didn't make her stay here," he pointed out. There was only one thing he wanted to say to the Doctor. Ever since that day she had protected him from the bullies when they were 7, he had vowed to make sure she was protected as well. It was why he played along with her Raggedy Doctor games. It was why he always gave her an encouraging smile and offered to share a plate of fish fingers and custard after a fight with her aunt, or a bad therapy session, or after a kid had teased her for her accent, her hair color, or her imaginary friend. "You know she's in more danger with you than me."

"Of course she is," the Doctor replied. He had told them both since Day One that he was a dangerous man with dangerous enemies, who went to dangerous places and did dangerous things. Of course he knew just how much trouble Amy was putting herself in when she chose to stay with him. It was the selfish part of the Time Lord that didn't argue with her, the lonely part that didn't push her away and persuade her to leave. It was the smart part that knew he wouldn't survive without her.

"Remember what I told you? How you always make people a danger to themselves because they're trying so hard to impress you?"

"Yeah." It was a long time ago, when they were in Venice in 1580 and Amy was lost somewhere in the Calvierri School, when the Doctor and Rory had found a completely dehydrated corpse in a box in the dark of a creepy castle. It was early on in their relationship, when Rory still hated him for taking Amy away the night before their wedding, not caring if it was unknowingly, and having kissed her, even if it was her that had initiated it. It was when Rory feared for his fiancée's life, wondering if she were to meet the same fate as the body before them.

"Promise me you'll take care of her," Rory said, "Make sure she doesn't do anything too stupid. Bring her back to me safely."

The Doctor didn't want to wonder if this was a promise he could keep. It was a promise he would keep. Even if it meant his own death, one that didn't involve being hidden inside a giant, judgmental robot, or another reincarnation, he would protect Amy Pond. At all costs. The Doctor met Rory's eyes, green to green, with strong determination. "I promise."

And so, with a manly hug goodbye and a few pats on the back, Rory said goodbye to the Doctor, eyes lingering over Amy, who refused to look up from the floor, as he made his way to the door. Every second, Rory Williams willed her to look up and change her mind, to run into her room and grab her bags and leave with him, or at least just to see her beautiful, brown eyes that he had spent so many nights staring into. But she didn't. Amy was never good at farewells. Rory suspected it had something to do with the Doctor, as did everything else, it seems.

"I'll see you two," Rory smiled, but as he turned to the open door, it all vanished. No one said another word, and the Last Centurion closed the door behind him. He kept walking, instantly recognizing the house as the one the Doctor had gotten them, making his way across the street to his blue door, not turning around until he heard the familiar grating noise of the TARDIS leaving. A part of him had hoped that Amy would bust out the door, bound across the street, and run into his arms. But as he turned to look, the box began to fade, the light at the top fading in and out, growing fainter and fainter until it was just completely gone. Tears began to fall down his face and loud sobs wracked his body as the man fell to his knees on his doorstep. Amy Pond was his universe. Who was he now that she was gone? Now that she had left him?


The Doctor switched the TARDIS onto auto-pilot, leaving it drifting safely around in space until he gave it further direction on where to go. It was silent in the console room and Amy sat on a nearby chair. Neither were sure where to start. Both had so many questions, so many things to say that it was hard to decide the order of it all. They hadn't been traveling without Rory since he ceased to exist after getting taken by a crack in the universe. It all seemed weird without the big-nosed man. Amy stared off into space, guilt still consuming her heart, but she knew this was the right decision.

"Why?" the Doctor asked, his voice quiet yet sounding so loud, "Why didn't you go with him?"

"Someone has to keep you from talking your own ear off," she replied, a smirk playing at her lips.

The Doctor smiled to himself. The night he had taken her away, he had told her the main reason he took her was because he was lonely, that he was getting a bit of an ear ache by talking to himself too much, which wasn't exactly false. "Funny, Pond" he commented, "But, really. You had a life waiting for you down there. Wonderful job, wonderful husband, wonderful house. It's still waiting for you if you change your mind."

"Do you want me to change my mind?" she asked, tilting her head to look at the Doctor. Her tone wasn't at all sad. It seemed genuinely interested.

The Doctor thought about lying to her, about going off into an important lecture about how time-travelling dazzles people and blinds them from what they really want, from their old life before it. He had said something of the likes to Rory and Amy when he had first brought the man aboard, saying how sad it was that it all just ripped relationships apart. He thought about reminding her that eventually she was going to grow up and would want to leave someday. But the selfish part of him took over and told the truth. "No."

"I know," Amy smiled, "That's why I chose to stay with you."

The Doctor didn't seem to understand. "What do you mean?"

"Remember when that little boy sent you a message to save him from the monsters?" she asked, changing the subject and asking a question she already knew the answer to, "How did he even reach you?"

"The psychic paper," he answered, still eyeing her suspiciously, "He sent out a telepathic wave length strong enough to reach past galaxies to me. And his message was transmitted onto the paper. Why? Where are you going with this?"

Amy stood up and walked slowly over to the Doctor, smiling like an inspector about to trap a suspect into confessing a crime. Which is exactly what she was doing. "Right. Didn't it burn you?"

"Yeah, bu- Amy, you can't just keep changing the subject!" he argued as the redhead leaned against the console next to him.

"How did that telepathic-y thing work out anyways? He just had to think it?"

"No, you have to concentrate on it, think very hard about it," the Doctor sighed, tone getting more and more frustrated, "You know, I'm not going to stop asking until I get som-"

Amy rolled her eyes. "Will you shut up?" she groaned, "I was going somewhere with that, Stupid!" With that, Amy flicked her hand up from her pocket and into the Doctor's face, a white piece of paper between her fingers. The Doctor snatched it, grumpily, receiving a quiet laugh from his companion. Amy watched as his eyes seemed to pop out of his skull, instantly recognizing the familiar words.

Please don't leave me, Pond. You're not just another companion to me.. You're so much more than just the Girl Who Waited. Please. Don't leave me alone. I love you.

"Wha-?" he murmured, partially sounding like a whimper. This was not how he meant to tell her. "But…"

"Read it and weep, Mister," Amy said in a teasing voice, nudging him with her elbow, then whispering conspiratorially, "The cat's out of the bag."

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