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"The Pond Continuum" by kaydeefalls (T)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Pairing: Amy Pond/Rory Williams
Length: 5389 words
Author on LJ: kaydeefalls
Author Website: Dreamwidth
Why this must be read: This post-TATM five-things story will make you grin through any lingering Pond!feels you have, trust me. Although it doesn't take the "P.S." minisode into account, this is definitely one of those "headcanon accepted" stories for me. In it, Amy and Rory to have an absolutely fantastic life, and they (mostly unaware) meet a few familiar faces along the way. I'm not sure if 4 or 5 is my favorite part, but 3 is also awesome and 1 and 2 are pitch-perfect, and the bonus section will leave you with a smile on your face.
Anyway, point is, there's no way in hell Rory's going to cool his heels in New York while London burns. Rory wants to punch some Nazis in the face. Or help evacuate some museums during air raids, at the very least. He has a unique skill set.
Amy, of course, is right there with him. She breezily reminds him that only one of them has advised Winston Churchill in his war room, thank you very much, and she's quite certain he'll be requesting her assistance again just as soon as he's made aware of her availability. And then her voice takes on a harder edge as she points out that just because he won't die in the Blitz doesn't mean he can't be maimed or crippled or live out the rest of his eighty-two years locked up in a mental ward, and she's seriously considering putting him there herself to keep him from doing anything stupid.
So they spend the Blitz dodging bombs and helping the war wounded in London hospitals. Rory might as well be a doctor himself at this point, and Amy's becoming a pretty decent field medic, though she spends most of her spare time writing cracking articles about the quiet war waged on the home front. In New York, she'd freelanced for several magazines, writing mostly travel and lifestyle pieces. Looks like she's gunning for a Pulitzer by war's end.
Rory's the one who hears rumors of a mysterious illness at Albion Hospital. In another life, he'd have set Amy on the trail and they'd both be up to their ears in trouble by nightfall. But this is real life, now. It has to be. There are far too many people in his own hospital who need him; he can't just drop everything and go haring off after adventure. And anyway, it might not be anything at all.
Besides, he's got a date with Amy at the local after his shift tonight, and there's no way he's missing out on that. This pub's become a particular favorite of the RAF lads of late, and Amy's always had a fondness for men in uniform. Best not chance it.
Sure enough, Rory arrives to find his wife holding court with a circle of admiring officers, each at least a decade her junior. It's a sight he wouldn't miss for the world. Rory left jealousy behind years ago; he trusts Amy completely. He loves seeing her like this, vibrant and beautiful as she was when they first married lord knows how many years ago (or ahead), laughing and flirting outrageously. She catches his eye across the smoky room and her lips curve into a crooked, heated smile that's all for him, only ever for him. God, he loves this woman.
Most of the men are scared off by the approach of the husband, more fools they; one handsome fellow braves it out, shifting easily to include Rory into the conversation. "I usually hate to hear that a beautiful woman is spoken for," he says, in a too-charming American accent, "but in this case, hell, who could blame her?"
Rory rolls his eyes and ignores the heat rising to his face. "Flattery will get you nowhere."
"On the contrary," the officer says with a wink. "I'm an easily acquired taste."
"He does grow on you," Amy agrees, linking her arm with Rory's. "Not unlike a fungus."
The officer's laugh is honest and full-throated. Rory can't help but be charmed. There's something strangely familiar about the man, itching at a dark, closed-off corner of Rory's mind. "Sorry," Rory says. "I didn't quite catch your name."
"Well, if it wasn't love at first sight, I'm always happy to walk by again." The officer extends a hand, flashing a blindingly white smile.
The Pond Continuum
Pairing: Amy Pond/Rory Williams
Length: 5389 words
Author on LJ: kaydeefalls
Author Website: Dreamwidth
Why this must be read: This post-TATM five-things story will make you grin through any lingering Pond!feels you have, trust me. Although it doesn't take the "P.S." minisode into account, this is definitely one of those "headcanon accepted" stories for me. In it, Amy and Rory to have an absolutely fantastic life, and they (mostly unaware) meet a few familiar faces along the way. I'm not sure if 4 or 5 is my favorite part, but 3 is also awesome and 1 and 2 are pitch-perfect, and the bonus section will leave you with a smile on your face.
Anyway, point is, there's no way in hell Rory's going to cool his heels in New York while London burns. Rory wants to punch some Nazis in the face. Or help evacuate some museums during air raids, at the very least. He has a unique skill set.
Amy, of course, is right there with him. She breezily reminds him that only one of them has advised Winston Churchill in his war room, thank you very much, and she's quite certain he'll be requesting her assistance again just as soon as he's made aware of her availability. And then her voice takes on a harder edge as she points out that just because he won't die in the Blitz doesn't mean he can't be maimed or crippled or live out the rest of his eighty-two years locked up in a mental ward, and she's seriously considering putting him there herself to keep him from doing anything stupid.
So they spend the Blitz dodging bombs and helping the war wounded in London hospitals. Rory might as well be a doctor himself at this point, and Amy's becoming a pretty decent field medic, though she spends most of her spare time writing cracking articles about the quiet war waged on the home front. In New York, she'd freelanced for several magazines, writing mostly travel and lifestyle pieces. Looks like she's gunning for a Pulitzer by war's end.
Rory's the one who hears rumors of a mysterious illness at Albion Hospital. In another life, he'd have set Amy on the trail and they'd both be up to their ears in trouble by nightfall. But this is real life, now. It has to be. There are far too many people in his own hospital who need him; he can't just drop everything and go haring off after adventure. And anyway, it might not be anything at all.
Besides, he's got a date with Amy at the local after his shift tonight, and there's no way he's missing out on that. This pub's become a particular favorite of the RAF lads of late, and Amy's always had a fondness for men in uniform. Best not chance it.
Sure enough, Rory arrives to find his wife holding court with a circle of admiring officers, each at least a decade her junior. It's a sight he wouldn't miss for the world. Rory left jealousy behind years ago; he trusts Amy completely. He loves seeing her like this, vibrant and beautiful as she was when they first married lord knows how many years ago (or ahead), laughing and flirting outrageously. She catches his eye across the smoky room and her lips curve into a crooked, heated smile that's all for him, only ever for him. God, he loves this woman.
Most of the men are scared off by the approach of the husband, more fools they; one handsome fellow braves it out, shifting easily to include Rory into the conversation. "I usually hate to hear that a beautiful woman is spoken for," he says, in a too-charming American accent, "but in this case, hell, who could blame her?"
Rory rolls his eyes and ignores the heat rising to his face. "Flattery will get you nowhere."
"On the contrary," the officer says with a wink. "I'm an easily acquired taste."
"He does grow on you," Amy agrees, linking her arm with Rory's. "Not unlike a fungus."
The officer's laugh is honest and full-throated. Rory can't help but be charmed. There's something strangely familiar about the man, itching at a dark, closed-off corner of Rory's mind. "Sorry," Rory says. "I didn't quite catch your name."
"Well, if it wasn't love at first sight, I'm always happy to walk by again." The officer extends a hand, flashing a blindingly white smile.
The Pond Continuum
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