AN: Hey, I'm back with the writing of things related to Doctor Who. This is a sorta sequel to 'A Centurion And A Kissogram In A Big Blue Box" in that it may reference it. It's also a follow up to 'Asylum of The Daleks', so if you haven't seen it you may not want to read this yet.
Disclaimer: Shocking, I don't own Doctor Who. Please, someone gasp in shock.
They were lying in their big bed, cuddled up closer than they had been in months. Rory was running a finger through her hair contently and she was idly counting the little nicks and bruises the pair had acquired from their latest adventure with the Doctor. It was a strange ritual she'd picked up in their time on the TARDIS, and now seemed as good a time as any to resurrect it. She was vaguely aware that she hadn't been this happy in a while.
"So, Dalek's hidden inside people... That's horrifying" Rory said in his usual awkwardly deadpan manner.
"Yeah, the list of things I can't be terrified of is slowly shrinking" Amy replied, grinning. "Cracks in the wall, statues, people..."
"I'm OK, I was afraid of people anyway" Rory replied. She giggled, and they slipped back in to silence.
"I mean, anyone could be one. It's like Invasion Of The Bodysnatchers all over again" Rory said. Amy couldn't help herself, she kissed him passionately on the lips before nestling back in to his shoulder. "Not that I'm complaining but..."
"I've missed you" she replied. "Even before you went I was already pushing you away... I missed your nerdiness and your weird little scar thingy and the passionate se-"
"I think we both missed that" Rory cut across her, grinning.
"You know I love you right?" she asked, out of the blue.
"No, I never guessed" he replied, deadpan. She smacked him lightly on the chest and he laughed.
"Seriously. I do. I might not be the most emotive-"
"No, you're positively demure" he said.
"Your clothes are still in suitcases you realise?" she said, though both grinned.
"Anyway, you know what I mean. I don't always show the people I love that I... you know..." Amy trailed off, leaving Rory to fill in the gap.
"Like spinach?" he questioned innocently.
"No. Love them" she said, glaring. "You're really piling on the wise cracks aren't you Mr Pond?"
"I'm in a good mood, other than the nearly dying thing" he said.
"And the nearly getting divorced thing" she added.
"Luckily I didn't file the papers" he said.
"I wonder what happened to them..." Amy mused.
"Well, we were kidnapped by genocidal aliens whose concept of beauty is hate. Probably filled under 'What the hell?' in the Dalek library" Rory said.
"Between Alice in Wonderland and Troilus and Cressida" Amy added. They were both drifting off now, to tired and content not to. Though both tried to keep the conversation going, wanting to savour the thing they had so nearly lost.
"I love you" she said, her eyes drifting closed. As they did though, she felt Rory's fingers probing her forehead. She woke enough to glare at him. He replied with a grin.
"Just checking" he said. She glared.
"You are skating on very thin ice right now Mr Pond" she said, fighting a smile.
"Well, now I know for sure" he replied, withdrawing his hand.
"There is no ice left. You are skating on water" she said, continuing to glare.
"Well, I suppose that makes me bigger than Jesus" he said, now too tired to grin. She was fast joining him.
"I love you"
"Love you too"
...Review please? And if you want my thoughts on Asylum, you can check out my blog linked in my profile. because shameless self promotion rules, right?