AN: There was no way in hell that speech was not directed towards the Doctor. I can list reasons, but if you're reading this, you probably know them all anyway

Rory's hunched on the Tardis, cradling the little voice box like it's the key to salvation. It is, in a way. The occasional moans and cries for the Doctor still come out of it. She hasn't once cried out for him.

"I love you," she says suddenly, her voice full of feeling. "I know you think it's him. I know you think it ought to be him, that you and me wouldn't work. But it's not him. It's you. And when I see you again, I'm gonna tell you properly, finally. Just to see your stupid, mad, wonderful face again. My life was so boring before you just dropped out of the sky, in that ridiculous box of yours." Rory finally begins to cry, and buries his face in his hands. Oblivious, Amy continues. "Just . . . get your stupid face where I can see it, okay, Doctor? Okay?"

Rory wants to crush that little box, but he doesn't. He can't sever this last link, even though she's all but severed him. He just keeps crying and crying and crying.

He barely notices as the Doctor sits down next to him. He doesn't say anything, just places a hand on the Rory's shoulder. Rory jerks away violently, and turns his face towards the Doctor.

"Did you hear that, then?" he asks, even though he already knows the answer. Of course he heard.

The Doctor doesn't answer.

"Well?" Rory says, beginning to get angry.

"Yes. I heard," the Doctor replies.

They both sit there, and neither knows what to say.

"Do you love her?" Rory finally asks.

"Rory, that's neither here nor there," the Doctor says as he begins to rise.

Rory surges up faster. "That's fucking here! And there! I just heard the woman I love, the woman I waited two thousand bloody years for, say she loves another man! I deserve some kind of fucking explanation!"

The Doctor is silent. After a pause, he gently says "It doesn't matter if I love her or not."

Rory faces him head on. "Why the hell not, then?"

"Because I am nine hundred and seven years old," the Doctor says, his voice beginning to rise. "Despite what I feel, she will go old and die, and I cannot, will not do that to either of this."

"So you're a fucking coward, then," Rory replies.

The Doctor forces himself to turn back to the Tardis controls before he does something stupid, like give into the terrific urge to punch Rory in the face.

"The way I see it," Rory says, voice still choked up. "The way I see it, there is no one in the world who deserves to be happy more than she does. And if I can't do that and you can, I swear to God I will see her smile for you if it kills me."

"When this is over, I think you two should go home," the Doctor says evenly.

"Oh, I'm going home, alright," says Rory. "But she's not. She's staying with you."

The Doctor spun and faced him. "Rory," he began, enunciating carefully. "Are. You. Thick?"

Rory laughed. "Obviously, or I wouldn't have married a woman who was in love with another man. No, she's staying. She belongs with you. She always belonged to you," he finishes, looking wistfully around the Tardis.

"Boys," calls River. "We have a rescue to perform!"

The Doctor claps his hand somewhat violently on Rory's shoulder. "We'll talk about this later, alright?" He turns back around before Rory can answer.

Rory swallows hard. He knows what needs to be done.

I love the Amy/Doctor pairing, and thus this. Reviews?