The Boy Who Waited
For most normal human beings, it was late at night. For the Doctor, however, it was time for him to be with his one true love; his TARDIS, the greatest machine in the universe. A time machine that is old and new at the same time, borrowed from the Time Lords (the Doctor was always going to give it back) and the bluest blue ever. The most magnificent spaceship anyone could ever see. From the dim lights to the complicated controls on the console, everywhere inside was a truly majestic sight. Buttons and switches flashed and flicked rapidly as the Doctor gently stroked his lifelong partner.
"Calm down a bit dear, you'll wake the Ponds." He said.
The doctor, startled, turned away from the console to see Amy walking down the stairs with a smile on her face. The Doctor was worried. Amy always slept through the night. Like a log.
"Can't sleep, Pond?"
"Nope. Rory's still out, I'm kinda jealous…"
She continued to walk down the stairs and positioned herself comfortably on the puffy chair next to the console. She leaned back and stretched her arms.
"The weird thing is...I'm really tired. I just can't sleep!"
"Maybe it's due to the artron particles I released by accident last Sunday. You see, I say NEVER land on Sundays and look what happened! They might have interfered with your enzymes; it always affects humans." The Doctor explained.
"Why not Rory?" Amy asked.
Amy's question threw the Doctor. He hadn't thought about Rory. He looked her in the eyes and squeezed himself next to her on the seat.
"Maybe he fought off the particles."
"How can he do that? Does my husband have special powers?" Amy joked.
Her smirk left her like a leaf falling from a tree when she noticed the Doctor's blank and serious expression.
"The thing is, Pond...Rory is...different."
With a tweak of his bow tie, the Doctor stood up again and began to pace around the TARDIS.
"He waited. For you. For two thousand years. He didn't sleep. Not. A. Wink."
Amy mirrored the Doctor's serious expression. She was, unusually, slightly worried.
"...Is there something wrong with him?"
"No, no! It's just that the memories he had when he was plastic transferred into his human form after the reboot of the universe. Sometimes they fade, but sometimes they come back. Sometimes you can catch him, staring into space. Sometimes literally staring into space!"
The Doctor gave a little chuckle, but Amy remained silent and still. He cautiously decided to continue his explanation.
"Rory Williams waited two thousand years to see you again. He lived through wars and pain and terror. Imagine all of those things he must have seen. All that horror is enough to drive anyone mad. Believe me, I know. I've seen it."
He took off his tweed jacket and threw it aside before kneeling down to face Amy. She looked into his eyes, almost in awe.
"You've seen it, haven't you? Surely you must've seen it. Every now and then when you catch him looking adrift and he tells you he's fine. He's not. He's remembering. And he hates it. But there is NOTHING I can do to stop it. He'll always be haunted by those two thousand years. He lived too long, Pond. FAR too long. Some people want to live forever, but they don't realise it's a curse. Some people live more in ten years than others do in a hundred. Some people..."
The Doctor leaned close to Amy and rested his forehead against hers.
"...Live too long. Rory is one of those people."
A tear ran down Amy's cheek.
"Amelia, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you."
She pushed his head away playfully and stood up, wiping her tear away with her dressing gown.
"No, it's fine. It's okay! I'm fine."
"Then why are you so sad?"
"Rory. I do notice those things you talked about. I never thought much of it, but all that time he was just reassuring me. Inside he was hurting. He was remembering all those horrific things he must've seen. All because of me."
"To be fair, Pond, he did kill you afterwards. I'd call that getting even." The Doctor said jokingly.
"Shut up!" She laughed back with a gentle hit to his chest.
There was a short pause. Amy wiped away another tear and looked at her alien friend again.
"How can he take it?"
"It's not necessarily how, but why. And he can take it because of you."
"Yes! Think about it. He waited all that time, lived through all of those things, just because he wanted to see you again. He loved you more than anything in the universe. Love even blows up Cybermen, apparently! You are all he lives for, and I'm sure you feel the same. Humans, you're so...human."
"Yes we are!" Amy giggled again and hugged the Doctor, her best friend.
"...What do I do, Doctor? Do I talk to him about it?"
"Nothing can change it. It can't be fixed. Just keep on doing what you're doing. Just be there. Just be Amy. Make sure he doesn't regret all that waiting. Let him really live his life."
Amy immediately got up and rushed up the stairs.
"Just you try and stop me!"
The Doctor smiled and shifted his focus back to the controls. Amy slowly crept back in the room.
"Thanks, Doctor, Goodnight."
"Night, Pond! All my love to Rory." The Doctor replied before blowing her a kiss.
Amy, laughing off her friend's embarrassing nature, walked back and started the long journey to her room.
"Live too long..." the Doctor whispered as he leant over the console.
Amy carefully opened the door to her bedroom but was interrupted by Rory, who was opening the door at the same time.
"Where did you go? I was just about to look for you!" He questioned.
All of Rory's thoughts were thrown out the window when he loving wife threw her arms around him.
"I love you." She whispered.
Touched, Rory slid some of her back behind her ear and smiled.
"Love you too." He replied.
Amy pressed her lips against his and felt more in love than ever before.
"Bed...now." She ordered.
Rory wasn't one to say no to his wife.
With a smile, Amy closed the door and stared lovingly at Rory as he got back into bed. He turned off the lamp.
Around the corner, the Doctor was watching the Pond's romantic moment. He felt very awkward for one reason; he knew them too well. And he knew that smile on Amy's face.
"Best get the earplugs." He said to himself before walking off.