It's snowing. I'm bored (as usual.) With boredom comes the plot bunnies. And the plot bunnies hate the snow. Well, they tend to come on snowy days when I'm not prepared. And these plot bunnies are hungry. They're gnawing at my brain, trying to give me any ideas they can. Well, I'm not a cabbage, mon choux, but you are. The bunnies are hungry, and they feed. They give me ideas in exchange for my brain cells. And here's one that seems to fit the mood and the weather. Rory and the Doctor now have a love theme. You may remember it from an earlier fic…

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Rory sat on his bed in his TARDIS bedroom, earbuds snug in his ears. Cranked up to full volume, Rory blasted Grieg's 'In The Hall Of The Mountain King' into his ears, not caring if he lost his hearing from the sound.

The Doctor entered the room, smiling. He was wearing a long, multicoloured scarf and a fedora alongside his usual tweed-and-bowtie ensemble. "Found it in my closet," he announced. "What do you think, Rory?"

Rory pointed to his headphone-covered ears and mouthed "Sorry, can't hear you."

The Doctor, obviously oblivious to the fact, sat down next to Rory, and grabbed the iPod out of his lap. "Ooh, I love this piece!" He lifted one of the earpieces out of Rory's ear and placed it in his own. The Doctor absentmindedly began headbanging away, to a classical piece no less. Rory sighed, and hit the shuffle button. The song changed. The Doctor stopped his classical headbanging and listened for a moment to hear what Rory's iPod had chosen to play next.

"Alone by Heart, Rory? Really?" The Doctor looked quizzically at Rory, who shrugged. "I like classic rock," he said sheepishly. The Doctor frowned. "What?" Rory said, flustered. He clicked the play button and let the song play. The Doctor sat sullenly, waiting until the next song on the shuffle began.

The next song began after a few minutes, and the Doctor's face lit up. He pulled his sonic screwdriver out of his pocket and sang into it, singing along with the song.

"When the lights go down in the city… and the sun shines on the baaayyyyy…."

"Ooh, I wanna be there in my city… oh, oh, ohhhhhhhhh…." Rory joined in, remembering the last time they sang this song together, and how wonderful that night had been.

"This is our song, Rory," whispered the Doctor, clearly remembering that night too.

"Yeah, it is," said Rory with a shrug.

"Good times, good times…" sighed the Doctor.

Rory grabbed the iPod out of the Doctor's hand, paused it, and pulled the earbuds out of his and the Doctor's ears.

"Let's do it again," whispered Rory. The Doctor grinned. They peeled their clothes off each other until they were naked. Rory kissed the Doctor on the lips, then motioned to the bed. The Doctor nodded vigorously. He kissed Rory hard, and they lay down together, happily tangled up in each other's embrace.


Wild-eyed and full of post-coital energy, Rory looked at the Doctor, who lay beside him in bed, staring at the ceiling. Bemused, the Doctor smiled, rolled over to face Rory, and pulled him close.

"That was brilliant," said Rory breathlessly.

"Oh, it was no big deal," said the Doctor with a wink. He kissed Rory's nose and got up. "Time to get dressed."

As he got dressed, the Doctor looked fondly at Rory, and he looked back.

The boy who waited… he finally came, thought the Doctor. He chuckled at his own pervy thought, and resumed getting dressed.