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The Doctor and Amy stood together for a bit. He cradled her face and looked her in the eyes. And as she opened her mouth to speak, he suddenly dropped his hands and turned away. "No, no, no!" he said franticly. "This isn't right! You-me-us- well, no!"
Amy was shocked. And offended. "Well, what's wrong with us being happy? I'm going to assume you feel the same way."
He ignored her, and started pacing the Tardis. "It doesn't go this way," he muttered. He stopped and turned to face her. "What about Rory?"
Amy sighed. "I, I don't know," she said, a little brokenly. "I do love Rory, and I guess I always will." The Doctor flinched involuntarily. "But before I even met him, my heart wasn't mine. And I tried; I really tried, to love him like he loved me. I'd wait two thousand years for him too," she said, swallowing a little. "But I think I'd wait longer for you."
"You obviously don't understand how boring waiting gets," the Doctor said flippantly before going back to pacing. "It's not just you, it's me. Rory was my mate. I broke the bro code!" he yelled childishly.
Amy snorted. "The bro code doesn't really exist."
"Shh," the Doctor said, holding up a finger.
"No, you shh!" Amy snapped. "If Rory had stayed on this ship, and I tried to love him and only him, you know what would have happened? He would have left on his own eventually. Rory isn't stupid. He'd go back to Leadworth, and he'd find a girl that he'd not only wait two thousand years for, but who'd be well worth the wait. And I'm not that girl," Amy continued, voice dropping. "And the worst thing I could have done to him is pretend like I could be."
The Doctor sighed, and dropped his head in his hands. "It's not just Rory," he said muffledly. "It's . . . me."
Amy's pulse sped. "You love me, right?"
"Of course I love you," he said almost offhandedly. "But Time Lords shouldn't fall in love, and especially not with their companions, and especially not with me!"
"You do know that that sentence makes no sense," Amy remarked. He ignored her and resumed his frantic pacing.
"I was in love once," he said, finally seeming to calm down. "And it didn't turn out well. I'm rubbish at being in love."
Amy smirked a little. "Somehow I doubt that."
"No, really," the Doctor said a little absent mindedly. "For me, being in love is like going through time in the right order."
Amy crossed her arms. "What, you mean boring and slow and not for you?"
"No," he said softly. "Scary. An adventure. Something I want so badly, but I'm not quite sure what I'd do with it."
Amy took a step closer, and took his hands. "You're slipping, Doctor. That sounded almost human."
He started to make a witty retort, but she put a finger across his lips. "I know it's scary. But it's exhilarating and beautiful too. You always live for the moment; I do too. But the greatest thing about moments is when you stack them all together, they make a life. And I think my moments would shine brighter if they were stacked next to yours."
The Doctor started to grin. Amy gave him a confused look. "What?"
"I've just had the most marvelous urge to build a city out of blocks," he said gleefully. He took her hand, and began to run up the Tardis's staircase. Amy pulled on his hand. "Doctor, we're not finished talking!"
He stopped one step above her. "You win," he said simply, and leaned down, and kissed her. Somehow, complicate declarations didn't seem as necessary.
He broke the kiss, and grinned down at her. "Now, Amelia Pond, girlfriend- weird word, girlfriend, I don't think I've ever needed to use it before- Amelia Pond, let's go build a world." He took off up the stairs, dragging a madly laughing ginger behind him, and realized that this just might be his greatest adventure.
If you liked this, I'm gonna continue writing about the Doctor and Amy's adventures in a new, hopefully epically long story, the first chapter of which should be up in the next week. Cheers! – Layla