tollers: miscellaneous (a teenage romance)
zelly b. ([personal profile] tollers) wrote2011-03-26 10:22 pm

[doctor who] amy pond, problem solver; amy pond; pg

For: [livejournal.com profile] rincredible
Title: Amy Pond, Problem Solver
Fandom: Doctor Who
Pairing/Character: Amy Pond/Rory Williams
Rating: PG
Wordcount: ??
Prompt: Amy Pond, this image.
Crossposted: From here.


It's that blessed 'later' in the TARDIS and Amy is watching Rory fiddling with the psychic paper.

"Oh, stop that, would you?" she scolds him, and he all but jumps in his seat.

His hands freeze. "You said you'd -"

"Yeah, I did, didn't I?" For a moment, she has half a mind to change the subject and find the Doctor, see if he might need her help with something - anything. "Didn't think you'd actually take me up on that, though."

"Well, we don't have to if you don't want to," Rory starts, but it's obvious to both of them that if she doesn't make something up now, he's going to mope and sulk about it in that (adorable) passive-aggressive way of his until the Doctor has to come in and solve her problems for her.

(And while she wouldn't mind that, it's not right, and it's not Amy.

She's a tough girl. She can do these things herself.)

So she launches into an explanation on what psychic paper is and what it does, and how sometimes the Doctor has a laugh and it says something that comes across as completely outrageous. By the end of it, she's sitting across from him, on the other side of the TARDIS control panel.

Rory stares at her as though she's just spoken Sycoraxic. "Nope, nope. Too fast."

"Oh, come on, Rory - I'm basically saying that it's a laugh, that's all."

"But the Doctor made you a viscountess, and he was a Pope or something. Why did I -"

"That's the Doctor."

"He thinks I'm -"

Amy gets to her feet and ambles her way towards him. "Yeah, maybe."

She knows exactly how to solve this, and hopes he'll go along with it, otherwise this is going to be a bit embarrassing for one of them.

He goes on, "Is the Doctor -"

Amy gives him her best 'bedroom eyes' look, the one that usually gets him to stop talking. It works almost instantaneously.

"Look, Rory, it doesn't matter what the Doctor's got to say," she says, placing her hands against his chest. His hands settle at her waist, almost hesitant at first. (She smirks.) "You're here now, aren't you? And so am I?"

It's almost funny, Amy thinks, that Rory's so susceptible to these horrible lines. She almost can't believe the things coming out of her mouth.

Then, right before Amy rises on the tips of her toes to kiss him, he says, "So, this isn't really what - it's not what you think, then."

She kisses him, and it takes a microsecond before he's returning it with equal fervour.

"Oh, no, Rory," she says when they take a moment to breathe, "it's not what I think at all."