Sorry this took a while to get out. I finally finished the Merlin story I was working on. Thank you for reading, and please review.

The Impossible Astronaut

They'd readjusted to daily life in Leadworth. He'd go to work at the hospital, still a junior doctor. Amy continued her internship at the museum while taking extra art history classes.

Wake up. Eat breakfast. Drive Amy to the museum. Go to work. Meet Amy for lunch. If possible, go home for some 'alone time'. Go back to work. Pick up Amy. Go home. Make dinner. Eat dinner. Watch some telly. Read books. More 'alone time'. Sleep. Repeat.

It was all so dull. So achingly boring. He loved working at the hospital, but it was getting to be tedious. He was the young one, therefore incompetent in the eyes of his superiors.

Amy was extremely bored at the museum, cataloging paintings, looking up works with unknown artists, making calls to London.

They'd occasionally go to dinner or tea at the Williams' or the Ponds' homes, but, again, the newlyweds were going through the motions.

Rory washed the dishes after dinner, handing them to Amy who dried them and placed them in the cupboards between yawns.

"Long day?" Rory asked, eyes tired.

"I was on the phone with London all day for a stupid unknown Victorian-era etching," Amy grumbled, "I'm tired and I haven't seen you in two days."

She frowned and Rory grimaced apologetically.

"I was on-call, there was a car crash, two kids and their dad had to have surgery," Rory rubbed his eyes tiredly.

Amy dropped the towel on the counter and wrapped her arms around Rory's neck.

"Are they okay?"

"They should be," he smiled weakly.

Amy nodded and kissed Rory softly, "Let's get you to bed."

"You go, I'll be there in a minute," he said. She nodded again and left the kitchen.

Rory reached for the open blinds of the window over the kitchen sink and looked outside over the night sky. To think he'd been up there, seeing the universe. He shook his head. It had been months. The Doctor didn't keep his promise. Maybe it was time to move on.

It was Saturday, their day off. Amy was lounging on the couch, reading a book, while Rory was unpacking the groceries they had purchased.

Amy let out a little gasp and Rory raised a brow.

"I thought you were reading a history book," he sniggered.

"I am. Listen: "At the personal intervention of the King, the unnamed doctor was incarcerated without trial in the Tower of London."'

Rory nearly dropped the loaf of bread he was holding.

"Doctor?" he asked, trying not to sound too hopeful. It could be any doctor, really.

"According to contemporary accounts, two nights later a magical sphere some twenty feet across was seen floating away from the tower, carrying the mysterious doctor aloft," Amy kept reading, voice on edge with nervousness.

"It's him," Rory tried to keep his grin down.

Amy closed the book and flipped it back to the cover, frowning.

"We didn't have this book. It's not ours."

"What are you trying to say? That the Doctor snuck into our house and left us clues, waving at us through history books?" Rory snorted, then looked serious.

Amy and Rory shared a look. Of course the Doctor would do something like that.

Rory finished unpacking the groceries and walked to the couch, laying down next to Amy. He unpaused the Laurel and Hardy film, and Amy crossed her arms.

"Why be deliberately ridiculous though?" Amy asked, a bit miffed.

"It has been two months. And it seems like the sort of thing he'd do," Rory shrugged, watching the movie.

His eyes widened as a dancing Doctor flitted across the screen, legs awkwardly bending about in a sort of dance.

"Definitely waving at us," Amy murmured upon seeing the Doctor on screen, waving.

The doorbell rang, and Amy got up to get it, leaving Rory to stare in confusion at the Doctor dancing about quite badly. The Doctor had to up to something. Why now? Why today? What did he have planned?

"RORY!" Amy yelled, standing still in front of the doorway.

Rory rushed to the hall towards the entrance of the house, "What is it?"

She turned around, blue envelope in her hand. She smiled at him.

"A date. A time. A map reference. I think it's an invitation," she said.

"It's TARDIS blue," Rory matched her smile. The Ponds (Williamses) could hear the Doctor's voice already. 'Ponds, pack your bags.'

He and Amy got off the bus, looking around.

"Is this the place?" Amy asked, wrinkling her brow.

"Nowhere, middle of? Yeah, this is it," Rory said.

"Howdy," they heard and turned around. The Doctor, wearing a stetson, was on top of a red convertible.

"Doctor!" Amy grinned.

"It's the Ponds! Amy and Roranicus!" he stood and walked over to them.

"Someone's been a busy boy then," Amy smiled slightly.

"Did you see me?" he asked with a pleased grin.

"Of course, stalker," Amy snorted, the Doctor hugging her.

"How on Earth did you get into our house?" Rory asked, arms crossed.

He was extremely happy to see the Doctor, but they didn't exactly leave on the best of terms. The Doctor let go of Amy, grinning broadly.

"Rory the Roman! I have my ways," he enveloped the man in a hug, seemingly whiffing his hair.

Rory pat his back, a bit awkwardly.

"Good to see you, Doctor," he mumbled.

"You too, Rory," he smiled softly at his friend. Little Rory Williams, all grown up.

"Nice hat," Rory pointed.

"I wear a stetson now, stetsons are cool," the Doctor said.

A gunshot was fired and the hat flew off.

River Song had arrived.

"Hello, sweetie."

It was strange, to be with the Doctor again. Because when he ran with the Doctor, it felt like he'd never stop. The Doctor had greeted them jovially, hugging Amy, and then him, tightly, and for a few seconds longer than his embrace with Amy. He sniffled and Rory wondered if the Doctor was in fact taking a whiff of his hair. That wasn't strange at all. Then River Song made an appearance, knocking off the Doctor's hat, a stetson, with a bullet. He didn't know why, but he liked River, despite her frankly inappropriate comments directed towards the Doctor.

They went to a diner, the Doctor and River comparing their adventures.

"So how old are you now?" Amy asked, taking a sip of her soda. Rory had filled her in some time ago on the fact that the Doctor was hundreds of years old, despite his appearance.

"1103," the Doctor answered.

Rory nearly spit out his drink.

"You've aged nearly 200 years in a few months?" Rory whispered harshly, "and you just bothered to come see us? Oh, it's been a couple of centuries, let's see if my old pals are still alive. Hmm, what were their names? What year were they alive?" He was angry. Hurt. For months he thought the Doctor had forgotten about them, had hated them, had decided they (he) weren't worthy enough to be companions, friends. Every night they'd set a place for him at dinner. Every night he'd check the yard for the TARDIS and look up into the sky.

"It's not like that," the Doctor matched Rory's harsh whisper and Amy suddenly felt like she and River were in the middle of a lovers' quarrel.

"Then please do explain, Doctor," Rory frowned.

"I've been running...faster than I've ever run, and I've been running my whole life. Now it's time for me to stop. And tonight I'm going to need you all with me. Please, understand," the Doctor's whisper was less harsh and Rory sunk back into his seat at the booth, catching Amy's questioning gaze from across the table.

"Where to?" Rory asked. He trusted the Doctor with his life. He'd trust him with this.

"A picnic! And then a trip. Somewhere different, somewhere brand-new," the Doctor said, trying to smile.

"Where?" Amy asked.


They had a picnic. That was the day Rory Williams watched his best friend die.

"Ah! The moon, look at it! Of course, you lot did more than look, didn't you? Big silvery thing in the sky, you couldn't resist it. Quite right," the Doctor babbled.

"The moon landing was in '69. Is that where we're going?"

"Oh, a lot more happens in '69 than anyone remembers. Human beings... I thought I'd never get done saving you," he said wistfully.

A pickup truck pulled up and the Doctor stood, waving at the old man who got out of the car.

"Who's he?" Amy asked.

A figure emerged from the lake, startling the companions.

"You all need to stay back. Whatever happens now, you do not interfere. Clear?" he started to walk towards the astronaut.

"That's an Apollo astronaut," Rory muttered in confusion. Panic gripped him and his feet moved towards the Doctor of their own accord. River grabbed his arm, not letting him move.

"I'm sorry," the Doctor looked to his friends.

Rory tried to run to him.

"You have to stay back," River shouted.

The Doctor was shot and River's grip on Rory loosened in shock.

"No, Doctor!" she said in shock.

"DOCTOR!" Rory yelled, breaking free from River, running towards him, towards that astronaut who had emerged from the water. Amy was hot on his heels, distressed.

The Doctor glowed a brilliant yellow gold, then was shot again. The Doctor dropped to the ground, lifeless.

"I can help. I, I'm a doctor," Rory stuttered and River looked at him with an unreadable expression. Her expressions were rarely readable, but there was something so incredibly sad and broken about the strong woman's face in this instant that Rory understood that the Doctor was gone. River shot at the astronaut with her gun until she ran out of rounds, and muttered an 'Of course' as the astronaut submerged into the water.

The Doctor had fallen to the ground and Rory fell down with him, hands resting on the Doctor's chest, checking for a heartbeat. River held Amy, who cried into her shoulder, River herself trying to keep herself from crying.

"Doctor, wake up! C'mon. You always have a way out. Please, get up. Please," Rory whispered, ready to slap him awake.

"Please, Doctor," Amy whispered, "please." She'd grown to like and admire the alien with the blue box. Rory adored him, so she did, too. Hell if her husband's best friend just walked to his own death.

The strange old man had provided them with petrol, assuring them that the Doctor was most definitely dead when Rory and Amy theorised that the Doctor was a clone, or duplicate. River informed them that a Time Lord's body was a miracle, with whole empires trying to get one, even a dead body. It was clear what they had to do.

"If we're going to do this, we're going to do this properly," Rory said, blinking back tears. He'd be strong. He had to be strong. For Amy. For River. For the Doctor.

So Rory picked up the Doctor, carrying him, and placed him on the conveniently available boat, covering his body with the petrol, and lit a match. He pushed the boat, and the Doctor, into the water, watching as flames consumed his best friend. Rory stood in the water, watching the Doctor's body burn. Amy had sunken down into the sand, arms wrapped around her knees in shock. River stood by, face grim.

Rory just stood in the water. Watching.

The three returned to the diner, exhausted and depressed.

"Space. 1969. What did the Doctor mean?" Rory asked monotonously.

"What does it matter? What does any of it matter?" Amy asked.

"We're his friends. He called us for a reason," River sighed.

Rory's eyes narrowed on a blue envelope on the table, and rushed to pick it up.

"The last invitation," River said, "but for who? The time is different on this."

At that moment the door burst open, reveal the Doctor holding a straw. The three gaped at him in shock.

"You're okay, how can you be okay?" Rory asked him.

"Hello there! Odd way to greet someone. I'm always okay. I'm the King of Okay. Scratch that, bad title. Rory the Roman is a good title," he grinned at Rory, and then appeared confused upon Amy hugging him in relief.

River slapped him. Rory merely poked his chest in awe, eyes burning with unshed tears, trying not to slap him like River did. Neither he nor the Doctor were good with tears. The Doctor was alive, and for a second Rory thought he'd escaped. But it wasn't the same Doctor. This Doctor was still 900-something, while the Doctor who died was 1100-something. Why would the Doctor invite his younger self to his own funeral? So Rory remained silent. Whatever was going on with the Doctor, he'd know if need be.

So they went to the White House, 1969. The Doctor rambled about 12 jammy dodgers and a fez. Canton came aboard, they met the President, and were sent on a goose-chase to Florida. Rory still wanted to know what exactly was going on. Why 1969? Why Florida? The Silence were aliens that when not looked at, made people forget that they even existed. That knowledge alone made Rory shudder. Their investigation seemed to be going well enough, what with the Doctor tinkering with a bloody rocket ship itself, and leaving a few spare parts.

And then, Amy shot at a little girl. They were back in the TARDIS, Rory's arms wrapped around her while she cried. He wanted to know who that girl was. Why he and Amy felt so connected to her. Most of all, he wanted to know why Amy shot someone, anyone at all. He'd ask her later.

"Shh, Amy," Rory ran his hand through her hair. River stared at them, sadness marring her face. The Doctor paced around in confusion. Why would Amy tell him she was pregnant? Why not tell Rory? Who was that little girl? What did the Silence want? Canton sat on one of the steps, watching the scene unfold before him.

"Rory," she buried her head in Rory's chest, tears staining his green shirt.

"She's fine, Amy, that little girl is fine," Rory whispered.

The Doctor nodded and gingerly placed a hand on the crying woman's shoulder.

"I'd hate to interrupt, but we need to have a plan. What do the Silence want? Who are they? Why will Silence fall?" the Doctor began to pace, setting more coordinates.

"You have a plan?" River raised a brow.

"Not yet."

"I don't want to talk about it," Amy murmured, blanket wrapped around her. She was seated on the bottom bunk of their beds in the TARDIS.

"You aimed a gun and fired at a child, Amy," Rory sounded sympathetic, "I know you didn't know it was a little girl, but why?"

"She was in the astronaut suit, Rory. I thought it was the one who killed the Doctor," Amy rubbed her red eyes, "River and I found the suits, and we had the same idea. Neutralise the Space Man in 1969, it won't be around to kill the Doctor in 2011. But River said time doesn't work that way. I should've listened to her."

Rory sat next to her and wrapped an arm around her shoulder, and kissed the side of her head.

"The Doctor was a right mess when you were dead. We both were," Amy started, "I'd never seen anyone so lost."

"What does that have to do with anything?" Rory asked in confusion.

"We were both lost without you, Rory," she whispered.

"I know the feeling," he remembered how insanely distraught he felt at the thought of nearly killing Amy.

Amy gulped, "At the lake, you had the same lost face he did when you died."

Rory's breath caught in his throat.

"And you were so sad without him. He dropped us off home, and you were so sad. I was sad too, but not as much as you were. So I thought to keep you from being lost, I had to protect him. So I shot who I thought was the astronaut," Amy finished.

Rory hugged her tighter and kissed her softly on the lips.

"Amy Pond, I love you more than anything. As long as I have you, I won't be lost. Ever," he promised.

Amy smiled sadly, "Really?"

"Really," Rory kissed her again.

Amy tried to smile. Rory really believed he loved her most. Maybe he did. Or maybe he loved his best friend just a bit more.

We all know what happens in the episode itself, so I'm just changing around what I feel should be changed, and inserting scenes. Please review.