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.
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
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 kit