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Rory asks River why she saved the Doctor in Berlin.
“Why did you save the Doctor?” Rory asked.
River stopped with a cracker halfway to her mouth. “What?”
They were sitting on a bench, feeding crackers to the ducks, waiting for Amy and the Doctor to return. They’d just saved 1912 Paris from being overrun by giant ants in the sewers.
Amy and the Doctor were taking the homeless man who had helped them, back to his family.
“What do you mean?” River asked, brow wrinkled as she tossed the cracker to the ducks quacking at their feet.
“In Berlin,” Rory said, turning toward her on the bench. “You’d spent all that time as Mels, just waiting for him to turn up so you could kill him, then you saved him. Why?”
River stared at him as if he should know this. She pressed her lips together, as if she was thinking, her blue-green eyes steady on his.
Finally she came to a decision. “You nodded.”
His Baby Girl
Rory had always wanted to be a father.
His baby girl… He'd only gotten to hold her for a little while. To examine her tiny fingers and toes. To marvel at each precious little fingernail.
He'd loved the little pout she wore in her sleep, and the way she slept so deeply that her little arm flopped out of her blanket and just hung there, perfectly content in his hands.
She was so small, and perfect. It killed him that he hadn't been there when she was born. Hadn't been there to rub Amy's pregnant tummy and whisper secrets to his unborn child.
It was even worse than waiting for Amy to return for 2000 years, because these were days he'd never get back.
He'd broken down and cried. He hadn't meant to. He was going to be cool, be the strong one for once.
But she was so beautiful, lying there in his hands, and then she woke up and looked at him and put a hand over his heart and he lost it.
His baby girl…
Rory and River pull a prank on Amy...
"You know she's going to kill us for this, right?" River asked quietly as she and Rory snuck up the stairs to Amy's bedroom.
"It'll be worth it," Rory responded. "Shh... quiet now..." He pushed open the bedroom door. Amy was sprawled on the bed in the moonlight. She hadn't even changed out of her shorts and jacket.
Father and daughter tiptoed around the room, setting things up, gritting their teeth and wincing every time Amy snorted.
Finally they were done, and tiptoed back out of the room. Rory shut the door carefully, wincing as the lock clicked quietly.
They sneaked back down the stairs to the kitchen. Only breathing openly when they reached that cool tiled room.
"Dad," River said, turning to him with a look of admiration. "I'm impressed. I'd never have thought you had it in you."
Rory shrugged. "A guy's got to have some blackmail material."
"She's never going to let you get away with it," River said, as she pulled down the ingredi
Silly little man
What are you to her?
You are nothing
You have never been anything to her
"I'm her best friend"
That isn't what she thinks
She thinks her best friend is Mels
"I'm her protector"
That isn't what she thinks
She thinks her protector is the Doctor
"I'm her husband"
That isn't what she thinks
She thinks her husband is some sexy guy in drawings
"I'm her I'm her "
You're her what?
I'll tell you what you are to her
You're her gullible neighbor
Who does whatever she tells you to do
You're her burden
Who can't seem to be the hero that is the Doctor
You're her second choice
She didn't even remember you
She imagined you as someone else
You were the only one she forgot
And her forgetting seems to have become a routine
1 Everything's just dandy between you two
2 The Doctor shows up
3 Amy chooses him over you
4 Amy forgets you (whether it is figuratively or literally)
5 You wait for her to remember
Except there's always an except
Except, she married you
Everybody worried about Amy losing her baby. Sometimes people forget Rory lost his baby as well.
"How are you doing, Rory?" the Doctor asked. He'd found the young father sitting in a stairwell in a remote part of the Tardis.
Amy was busy fixing sandwiches for lunch. It had been three days since they'd left River with the Sisters of the Infinite Schism, and gradually things were getting back to normal.
Except things weren't normal.
Rory was hunched up on the stairs, sitting crossways, he was smoothing something over and over and over on his knee. He didn't look up. The Doctor sat down beside him. He saw what the boy was holding was the prayer leaf from River's cradle.
Rory looked up, his face was wet and red, his eyes puffy. He glared at the Doctor with very old eyes. "I'm never going to see her again."
"Oh, she'll come looking for us," the Doctor waved airily, knowing full well that's not what he meant.
"Not River," Rory said with that mile-deep calm. "My baby." A single tear tr
It's up to River and Rory to protect the injured Amy and Doctor, but River has never realized what a warrior her father is...
The Doctor was down. Amy was bleeding. The horde was advancing. River and Rory stood in front of the others, their backs to a cliff.
"How's he doing?" Rory asked over his shoulder. Amy shifted behind him, the Doctor's head in her lap, a large purple knot showing on his forehead.
"He's breathing, but he won't wake up," Amy said, looking pale herself, she was holding a bloody hand over her equally bloody thigh.
The alien savages clambered up over the boulder strewn scree in front of them. Rory looked up at the slight overhang over their heads, barely two feet deep. "At least they won't be able to throw things down on us."
River tossed him a sword she'd taken off one of the aliens. He caught it without thinking. "It's a good defensive position," River agreed, checking the charge in her gun. She only had a couple of shots left, she'd spent the rest getting th