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The Weight of Us, by Dollsome (pg)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Pairing: Amy Pond/Rory Williams
Length: 5k
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dollsome
Author Website: AO3
Why this must be read: Amy Pond, and unconventional motherhood. This is what we never got to see onscreen, and what a lot of us desperately wanted - Amy dealing with the revelation and adjustment to the SPOILERS of River Song. It highlights the perfect functioning dynamic between her and Rory, and I just want something like this on my screen. The voices are so utterly pitch perfect, and the emotion just carries you through the story so well. You can hear Amy's voice narrating the entire thing.
The Weight of Us
It’s not like on television or in the films, where they hand you the baby right away. It’s a girl and she’s crying, big frantic shrieks that hurt.
You scream, Amy thinks (she can’t quite remember how talking works; they’ve given her something. Something for the pain. That’s what the eyepatch woman said, from up there). You scream, little girl, you scream hard. Make their ears bleed.
Then they take her away. Out of here. Amy knows because the screaming stops all of a sudden.
What are you lazing around for? Up and at ‘em, Pond.
She tries. Her arms and legs won’t listen. It’s like a cloud, this little white room. When the sun comes out she’ll fall right through the sky. But she’ll have to make sure to get the baby first. To bring her with. A good mum, she’d make sure to do that. Good mums, they don’t just fall through skies or into cracks and leave you to fend for yourself.
She should have told Mum. Mum and Dad, they’d want to have been here. And Rory. Rory.
Once, she and Rory sat on the kitchen floor – she was big as a house, God – and ate cake batter right out of the mixing bowl like kids, and he had that stupid ponytail. To match his stupid face, probably. Rory Rory Rory Rory Rory Rory, please. I know. I know you’ll always find me, but hurry it up, won’t you, slowpoke, find me here, find me now. I need you to ask them where she went. They won’t listen to me.
Pairing: Amy Pond/Rory Williams
Length: 5k
Author on LJ:
dollsomeAuthor Website: AO3
Why this must be read: Amy Pond, and unconventional motherhood. This is what we never got to see onscreen, and what a lot of us desperately wanted - Amy dealing with the revelation and adjustment to the SPOILERS of River Song. It highlights the perfect functioning dynamic between her and Rory, and I just want something like this on my screen. The voices are so utterly pitch perfect, and the emotion just carries you through the story so well. You can hear Amy's voice narrating the entire thing.
The Weight of Us
It’s not like on television or in the films, where they hand you the baby right away. It’s a girl and she’s crying, big frantic shrieks that hurt.
You scream, Amy thinks (she can’t quite remember how talking works; they’ve given her something. Something for the pain. That’s what the eyepatch woman said, from up there). You scream, little girl, you scream hard. Make their ears bleed.
Then they take her away. Out of here. Amy knows because the screaming stops all of a sudden.
What are you lazing around for? Up and at ‘em, Pond.
She tries. Her arms and legs won’t listen. It’s like a cloud, this little white room. When the sun comes out she’ll fall right through the sky. But she’ll have to make sure to get the baby first. To bring her with. A good mum, she’d make sure to do that. Good mums, they don’t just fall through skies or into cracks and leave you to fend for yourself.
She should have told Mum. Mum and Dad, they’d want to have been here. And Rory. Rory.
Once, she and Rory sat on the kitchen floor – she was big as a house, God – and ate cake batter right out of the mixing bowl like kids, and he had that stupid ponytail. To match his stupid face, probably. Rory Rory Rory Rory Rory Rory, please. I know. I know you’ll always find me, but hurry it up, won’t you, slowpoke, find me here, find me now. I need you to ask them where she went. They won’t listen to me.