The Time of Their Lives

The Doctor peered cautiously out of the TARDIS door, looking worried. He peeked around the corner of the TARDIS to see if he was still there. He being...Rory. Rory Williams.

Now, why was Rory chasing the Doctor, you ask? The answer to that is simple. The Doctor had stolen Rory's wife, Amy. It had only been a few weeks, and yet Rory was still livid about that whole thing; chasing the Doctor every time he heard that TARDIS' noise. Rory had been raging for weeks, and now he was going in for the attack. He was going to kill The Doctor. With the help of some handy friends who also had some issues with The Doctor, (ones who had some problems of their own- namely, not being able to stop repeating the word 'exterminate') he was actually getting close. He might actually stand a chance.

Hence The Doctor's worried expression. He had always managed to evadethe evil grasp of the Daleks, but this time he wasn't so sure. With a vengeful Rory, how could he expect to escape? This he did not know.

"Amy," he called over his shoulder, into the TARDIS. His voice shook slightly. "Stay inside the TARDIS, would you? I'm going to go out. See if I can find..." He didn't need to finish that sentence, for Amy knew what he was going to say..

"Yeah, okay, okay." Amy answered, folding her arms. "I'll make some pork chops!"

"You know me too well, Amy." The Doctor kissed Amy quickly on the cheek and walked out of the TARDIS. He walked down the street to the local pub, because he knew Rory would be there, trying to drink his pain away.

Pushing the glass door open, hearing the din that sounded within, he quickly scanned the crowd for the mop of blonde hair. To his relief, he did not see it. Not at first at least.

Something blunt hit the back of his forward due to the force (surprisingly a lot of it, too), he reached, by reflex, for his sonic screwdriver and spun around to meet his attacker. While fumbling for the sonic, he realized that he had left it in the TARDIS with Amy so that she wouldn't get hurt. Better with her than with him, he had supposed. Apparently, he hadn't supposed correctly. He turned around to face his foe, and the figure socked him right in the nose.

"You son of a bitch, you!" Rory screamed. "I'm going to kill you for what you did!"

Reaching up to touch his nose, he looked down to see red fingers. "I think you've already made that perfectly clear, Rory, by following us around everywhere." He paused. "Not to mention that fiasco with sending the Daleks after us. You do realize that all that did was put your ex-wife, whom you would prefer to still be married to, in danger, right? Or are you too stupid to realize?" Rory had never seen The Doctor this angry before.

Rory stepped back, more of surprise than anything (although the look on The Doctor's face was frightening to say the least). "It's not my fault," he spat. "We were married, Doctor, and you took her away from me! What was I supposed to do?"

"How about not hunt us down, you bastard!?" The Doctor seethed. "We were happy."

"And what about ME?!" Rory was yelling now, practically blue in the face. "She was my wife! She was my whole world, other than chasing monsters and stuff, but still! How could you do that to me?"

This stunned The Doctor; what Rory had just said was from the heart, and made The Doctor think. "I had only taken her away because she had come crying to me, distraught at you. I assumed you had had some sort of falling out."

"Amy and I? A falling out? What could have caused that?" Rory countered.

"I- I don't know!" The Doctor sputtered. "Humans! You're always bickering!" The Doctor ran out of the pub, leaving a crowd of people sitting there, open mouthed. He ran back to the TARDIS. There was an angry Rory on his tail, however.

He had just put a hand on Sexy's door when he heard yelling behind him. "You're not going to just fly off in your box now, are you?"

The Doctor spun around, glowering. "I'll leave when I want to! And Amy will come with me!"

The Doctor stormed into the TARDIS and slammed the door behind him. He walked into the kitchen, and opened the fridge. He went for a grape soda, his go-to comfort drink, and Amy suspected what was up.

"What is it, hon?" Amy said, walking over to The Doctor to comfort him.

The Doctor sighed and shook his head. "Let's just leave it at 'he was a bit upset.'''

Amy seemed to understand, and put a hand on his shoulder, squeezing sympathetically. The Doctor smiled at her. Amy kissed the Doctor slowly, and The Doctor's hands moved down to her hips. Amy pushed away saying, "Hey, the pork chops are done. Let's eat."

The Doctor grinned. "Sounds good to me."

The redhead went down to grab his hand, pulling him over to the table and placing him in a chair. She peeked into the oven, and what she saw seemed to satisfy her. Shuffling around for an oven mit, she slipped it on and opened the oven to the lovely aroma of her cooking. The Doctor and Amy sat down and Amy placed a Pork Chop on each of their plates. The Doctor dug right into his and started making conversation with her.

"What did you do while I was gone?" The Doctor started.

"Eh, not much." The redhead shrugged. "Cooked, explored the TARDIS a little- it amazes me that even now, there are rooms I never knew existed! Which reminds me, I've been meaning to ask you... why on earth do you have a yoga room?"

"You never know when you may need to do some yoga!" The Doctor protested.

Amy raised her eyebrows at him. "And you need a whole 'nother room for it?"

The Doctor ate another forkful in response.

Amy looked down at the empty plates, and moved to clear them. The Doctor stood up with her, helping her with the dishes. Not two minutes later, they stood in the center of the kitchen, slightly awkwardly.

"What do you want to do now?" Amy asked. "Yoga?"

The Doctor laughed. "No." They continued to stand there, in the middle of the kitchen, until he broke the silence. "What's... happening between us, Amy? Are you having regrets?" The Doctor asked, concerned.

"No, of course not, hun. You know I will always love you, but we can't just keep on living like this. Running from Rory every time we settle down somewhere." Amy explained.

"I understand," The Doctor said, nodding. Finally, not bearing it any longer, he took a step forward and wrapped her in a hug, pressing her to his chest. "But I don't know what to do. We can't kill Rory."

Amy nodded. Somewhere in her, she still loved him. Pulling away a little bit, to look him in the eye, the redhead said, "Doctor, I still love him. I miss Rory. What am I to do if I can't have my own daughter's father in my life anymore?"

The Doctor nodded, gazing deeply into Amy's eyes. "Amy... Rory said something to me while I was out today."

Amy smirked. "No, I'm sure he was completely silent the entire time." Her voice was dripping with sarcasm.

The Doctor smiled, but it was quick, and dropped off his face within a moment. "We were talking about the day you two... separated."

Amy's eyes darkened. "Yeah?"

"I assumed you and Rory... well, when you came to me, crying, I assumed that Rory had done something to upset you. Rory said... otherwise."

"Did he?" Amy was getting gradually angrier.

The Doctor nodded, softly. "What exactly... happened that day, Amy, to make you so upset, if it wasn't Rory?" Amy looked down at her feet. Her face was getting redder and redder.

"Let's just say that I had been falling for you before the argument. He had been suspecting it for a while, and well..." Amy murmured.

The Doctor was completely incredulous. "Amy," he whispered, sympathetically. "You mean to tell me that I was the reason that you and Rory no longer get on?

Amy shrugged. "It wasn't your fault, really."

The Doctor looked pained. "I don't think Rory sees it that way."

"Maybe not." Amy said, sadly, but her face began to brighten. "But we don't have to think of him right now."

The Doctor raised an eyebrow. "Do you have something else in mind?"

Amy twisted her mouth a bit, mischievously. "I might." The Doctor's face lit up. "I was thinking we could snuggle on the couch and watch your favorite movie, you know which one." The Doctor smiled at Amy.

"You don't mean...Finding Nemo?!" The Doctor picked up Amy and kissed her on the forehead. "I love you so much!" Amy went to the living room and grabbed 'Finding Nemo' off of the shelf. She popped it into the DVD player, and then sat down onto the couch. She slouched herself into The Doctor, and pressed play on the remote.

And the two spent the whole hour and a half just like that, curled up in each other's arms- laughing at all the right parts, crying at all the right parts, (Well, Amy did. The Doctor denied the tears that always welled up in his eyes.) and having the time of their lives.