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All right. Know what we (I) need? Eleventy squee. A LOT OF IT. If I kept pictures on this computer I'd be so picpamming you with his hair right now, because his hair is MAGNIFICENT. And Amy. And Rory. And River.
I want it. Gimme it. Pics. Long rambly paragraphs on Amy's lock picking ability or Rory's skill with a Ninja Broom. River song awesomer or awesomest? Drabbles! Some of y'all write those, yes? Those are good! Anything, I don't care. ELEVENTY JOY IN ANY FORM WELCOME. Invite your friends if you want.
And I don't want to put any pressure on you or anything? But I have been known to hate babies, you know. And if I get grumpier who knows what I might do. Do you really want to be responsible for that? THINK OF THE CHILDREN!
I want it. Gimme it. Pics. Long rambly paragraphs on Amy's lock picking ability or Rory's skill with a Ninja Broom. River song awesomer or awesomest? Drabbles! Some of y'all write those, yes? Those are good! Anything, I don't care. ELEVENTY JOY IN ANY FORM WELCOME. Invite your friends if you want.
And I don't want to put any pressure on you or anything? But I have been known to hate babies, you know. And if I get grumpier who knows what I might do. Do you really want to be responsible for that? THINK OF THE CHILDREN!
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He waves his hands and looks like an idiot and a whole bunch of children come wave their hands too and Amy laughs so hard she pops her zipper and Eleventy doesn't care because he is dancing like nobody is watching and the children think he is *wonderful*.
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Eleventy should dance with children ALL THE TIME for us. I am really hoping they keep up the habit of including little ones as major one shot characters because he is just so delightful with them. And it makes me go :D :D :D :D :D a lot.
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“He’s coming! I’m sorry, I wish I could help you.”
Something moves out of the shadows and Amy struggles to free herself. It’s an alien, in surgical scrubs and mask, and wielding a nasty looking scalpel. “Don’t you dare —” she shouts, yanking harder at the restraints. “Don’t touch me!” She clenches her eyes shut tight. She doesn’t want to see her insides go everywhere.
There’s a quiet thud, then a larger one. Then nothing.
One heartbeat.
Another.
Cautiously, Amy opens her eyes. The alien’s on the floor, and someone’s crouched over it. It looks like he’s checking its pulse. It’s not the Doctor, or —
“Rory?!”
He grins. “Surprise.”
It can’t be. He’s wearing different clothes than he was this morning, and as he steps closer, undoing her restraints, he looks different, smells different. “Oh god, you’re Rory from the future — or now, I guess. Aren’t you?” She bites her lip.
“Got it in one.” He brushes a thumb over her cheek, the other hand at her waist. “You all right? Not hurt at all?”
“No, I’m fine.” She brushes her hair behind her ear and he steps back a little. She breathes easier then He’s Rory, but it feels a little strange. He’s more — familiar. Ten years more familiar, I suppose.
Rory’s already moved on while she’s been thinking, freeing the other bloke. He’s got a serious look on his face, and is asking him questions in a low voice — always caring, Rory, though Amy is glad to see that this future version of her boyfriend (fiancee) doesn’t have a ponytail.
“Right, Amy, help me get this fellow up, we’ll lock him up in one of these.” Rory nods his head at the restraint devices.
Amy nearly protests — why can’t the other bloke help, he’s probably stronger than both of them — but then she remembers the angry red scar bisecting his middle and closes her mouth. The lizard creature is pretty heavy, and it does take both of them to wrestle it into the restraints. They’re both huffing and puffing by the time they’re finished.
“Right, best get a move-on, then. The Doctor’s down here, we’ve got to catch up to him before he gets himself caught.” Rory ushers them both out into the hall. “Keep sharp, there’s plenty more of them about.”
The last couple months in the TARDIS, Rory’s definitely been warming up to it, becoming more enthusiastic, but this Rory is eye-opening. He’s totally comfortable as they move down the halls, peering cautiously around the corners, moving with purpose. She likes it — quite a lot — but there’s still something to be said for her own familiar Rory, who constantly wants to impress her.
“If you’re here,” she asks quietly as they move on, “where am I? I mean, that was me we saw with you, I’m around here somewhere, right?”
He puts a hand over hers. “Sorry, can’t tell you.” He tilts his head. “You were going to find me, though — your me — so you’re probably still up on the surface.” There’s a crashing noise and the familiar whine of the sonic screwdriver from up ahead. “Come on!”
Tensions are riding high in the cluttered church. Rory has shifted in his chair so many times he’s sure he’s got splinters, trying to keep an eye on both Tony and Ambrose as they bicker about the alien locked up in the crypt below them. For family they don’t seem to get on much. Then again, Rory tries to remind himself, Elliot’s missing, that’s got to have them both stirred up. But — he’d think it would make them want to work together. And about the only thing they can agree on is that it’s the alien’s fault.
Silurian. Not alien.
“It seemed eager enough to rant at us before. Maybe it’ll let something slip.”
“We’ll make it slip.”
“No,” Rory says, standing up. There’s two of them, and he’s suddenly aware again that Ambrose had thought weapons were a good idea. “No, the Doctor’s taking care of this, we can’t —”
“The Doctor’s not here! He might get information, he might find nothing.” Ambrose trembles. “And if he finds nothing —”
“He won’t.” A voice from the shadows behind Rory breaks in. They all freeze. “Now sit down.”
The first thing Rory feels is a hot rush of relief. Then confusion.
“How’d you get back up here? Did the Doctor save you?” Tony leans forward. “You’re dressed different than this morning.”
“I knew I wouldn’t be going to Rio,” Amy says calmly. Amy from the hill. Amy from this year. Rory feels relieved again. “And the Doctor didn’t save me. Rory did.” She grins at him, and he finds himself smiling back automatically.
“I do?”
“You will.” She turns back to the others. “Now. Listen up. I don’t know exactly what’s happening below our feet, but I do know the Doctor still needs our help. And it does not involve hurting the alien in the basement.” Silurian. “Tony, you’ve still got blasting materials, yeah? And Ambrose, I’m going to need you to help me get the sensor network up again.”
This Amy, Rory finds, is less patient with him. Well, no, Amy’s never been patient, but it’s like she’s grown less accustomed to having to wait. He wants to ask her all sorts of questions, and it just ends up leaving his tongue tied, fumbling. That’s familiar.
Once the others are fully occupied, both Amy and Rory relax a little, though they both keep an eye on the door. “Is it good, then, the future?” Christ, he can’t believe he just asked that.
Amy smiles, though, and looks fond. “It’s everything. You’ll see.”
“No, no, it’s been lovely, but you two have to go home now,” the Doctor says firmly. “I trust you’ve brought your own vehicle, because I’m not risking ‘accidentally’ dropping you off in the wrong location.”
“Again.” Amy says this with a smirk.
The Doctor makes a face as the younger versions of Amy and Rory titter.
“We’ve got a car up the road a bit,” Rory assures him.
The Doctor nods. “Right, well then. Best be going. You two have caused enough trouble already.”
Amy pouts. “Oh come on, Doctor. You needed our help.”
“We would have been just fine —” he stops as the elder Rory lays a hand on his arm.
“We know you pretty well, Doctor. We know you don’t always ask for the things you really need.” There’s a little smile in his face, and his hand is warm on his arm. What is he — oh. Oh.
“I shouldn’t —” he mutters.
“Yes, you should.” Amy replies firmly. “Now you’re right, we really should be off.” She leans in and kisses his cheek. “Have fun!” She waves at the others, who wave back cautiously.
Rory squeezes the Doctor’s arm one last time. “See you later,” he says, then he’s gone as well.
(Outside, Amy is waiting for him. “Did you really say see you later?”
Rory shrugs, and wraps his arm around her waist. “They’ll see us. Or them. Or something. All I know is I remember saying it. So I did.”)
Inside the TARDIS, the Doctor taps the center console gently. His mind is moving rapidly, adding a hundred little moments up, playing them in fast-motion and rewind and close captioned in his head. He clears his throat. “Well. That was — fun.”
He looks at Amy and Rory, standing next to each other, hands still clasped, their eyes fixed on him. He can see a million different possibilities unfold before him depending on what he does next. And he knows which one he wants to pick.
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Someday he'll even figure out how they get there.
It has come in handy more often than you'd think, though, especially coupled with the fact that Amy grew up in a very old house with very thick walls and a very wonky bathroom lock. If someone wasn't in the next room, she could be stuck for hours. So she learned to pick the lock with her hairgrips. Then she practised on every other lock she could find, with varying sucess.
Rory's grandad had to take bolt-cutter to the shed lock, in the end.
All those involved in their respective upbringings would be absolutely scandalised to know that on the latest tally, Amy's hairpins have been instrumental in five prison breaks, two running TARDIS repair and almost caused an interstellar diplomatic incident.
Well, anyone who knew the Doctor as a child would probably not have been surprised about the prison break. Possibly the method of escape.
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*flails*
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEe
(this is now canon. CANON!)
<3
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Also I can so totally spell 'Junior' honest.
*hugs*
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http://mofftiemnao.tumblr.com/
http://fuckyeahriversong.tumblr.com/
http://mattsmithshair.tumblr.com/
(Yes, the last one is dedicated entirely to Matt Smith's hair.)
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I spent my morning reading all the Amy/Rory/Eleven fic I could get my hands on. I don't write fic of my own, but I can totally link you to my AO3 bookmarks of some of the best ones I found.