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it's just waiting for you

( at this point in rory's life, the sound of the TARDIS landing doesn't even phase him, aside from causing him to take a quick look around to make sure the doctor isn't about to land it on the coffee table for a second time — when he makes out the outline of the police box on the floor, he goes back to what he had been doing, which is: reading a magazine (one of those medical ones that talk about medical techniques and discuss different treatments, because he is, in fact, that boring) and eating a sandwich.

(the sandwich is also boring).

when the TARDIS door bursts open, rory preempts anything the doctor is about to shout with: )

Amy's at her parents for the weekend. It's just me. ( there's no hidden meaning or emotion in this statement; rory just assumes that, at best, the doctor comes here for them both, and will want to try again later. )

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What's she doing there?

[it was quite nice how well the TARDIS fit in the corner of the living room. as far as he knew, he'd yet to crack even a silly vase-- in the more boring floating about time moments, he'd wonder if they left the spot intentionally open, but it wasn't a thought given much actual thought.]

[the voice is petulant and demanding all at once, a package of eight-year-old in a visually thirty-something body, sealed with a glittering and vaguely offended bow.]

[because, really, Amy, at her parents? without Rory? without the Doctor? the last thought wasn't actually a thought, either, but once on a roll - neither Time Lord nor TARDIS budged an inch, the former leaning out the latter's door, hair a mess but bowtie and tweed coat mercifully straight.]

Spending time with the people who raised her? ( rory offers with an incredulous frown that meant something like what do you think? he wonders if the doctor even has ever had parents, in an offhand, not-actually-sure-he-wants-the-answer sort of way.

he also takes a bite of that sandwich and speaks with his mouth half full. ) Photos, nostalgia, tea? This is what happens when you never call ahead.

That's absolutely dreadful. Can't believe... Honestly! Photos, nostalgia, tea? We have all that. You have all that.

[he'd take his gold star as the ultimate grumbler, thank you very much. it really is all - okay, mostly - empty grumbling, however; soon enough, he's stepping out of the TARDIS, door clicking shut behind him.]

[and then?]

[and then.]

What are you up to, then?

[... standing and staring.]

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( there's a certain amount of tuning out, filtering, that rory knows by now to do. some things the doctor says are important. just as many are essentially noises, and he feels very little guilt tuning out all the grumbling that belongs to option number two. (anyway, let's be clear here, rory didn't exactly go along with amy to leadworth.)

and then the doctor asks a question. an innocent enough question. six words, one comma. and it's like rory's life flashes before his eyes, only backwards, because he gets a glimpse of the future, everything that question entails, and he just knows today is going to end with alien invasions and scorch marks.

…which might sound dramatic, but rory is aware of what genre his life has decided to lead. )

I'm having a bit of a lie-in today. ( with the air of one trying to defuse a bomb. )

[more standing and staring; more neck-scratching, then chin-scratching, then own-hair-ruffling, weight shifting foot to foot as time stretches, elongates and finally snaps back. seven seconds pass, during which the Doctor wonders if Rory can feel the push-pull of boredom setting in, and if he can't, how in the world he could still just sit there.]

[then again, Rory had always been the calm type. the... steady... slow-moving... occasionally resembles a turtle type. sometimes charming, mostly, puzzling and flabbergasting. it wasn't as if Rory didn't enjoy a good adventure - the Doctor knew he did! - so then, how?]

[seven seconds pass, and the Doctor clears his throat shamelessly.]

[tentatively, like a man walking over a bomb field (or, more accurately, a child on the verge of disappointment),]

All today?

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All today. ( he choses this point to look over at the doctor, eyebrows raised, and immediately regrets it. the doctor is a grown man… grown… alien, whatever, and therefore should not look like a sad child whenever his plans are dashed.

and rory should not give in when faced with a sad looking doctor, because his sandwich is really very nice and his magazine is really very interesting.

but he's always been rubbish at resisting people, and subtly gives up right then and there. ) I might go run some errands.

[the dejection lasts precisely as long as Rory holds out, which ... wasn't that long, really.]

-- Oh? Where to?

[but then it's all childish excitement, arms bent at his sides and whole body seeming to teleport to Rory's side, eyes bright and tail bushy-tailed (if he'd still had one)]

[(whatever that "still" might entail.)]

[(hah, en-tail.)]

Buckingham Palace? Your hospital? The Tower? Dublin?

[oh the places they could go.]

The supermarket. ( he leans away in a very, very subtle way. just an inch really; he's very used to the doctor being all up in his personal bubble by now. there's a beat. almost guilty, not really, more like he's going to say is that all, probably and an urge to add a second place to his exciting day. ) And the post office?

( THERE'S ANOTHER BEAT because. ) What would I do in Dublin? ( what would i do in any of those places, although at least the other three are in england. )

Edited 2014-01-13 06:40 (UTC)

[as Rory spoke, an arm attempted to snake behind his shoulders, the Doctor's (patiently, or so he thought) expectant look set not eight inches from the other's face. his mouth had indeed opened, the air for is that all half-way formed before Rory added the second place.]

[somehow, the post office didn't seem do much for him.]

[-- but! luckily! Rory - sweet, never-could-say-no Rory - asked the principle question, which most certainly made up for any other shortcomings.]

[very (read: with mock) serious,]

Find a leprechaun, of course.

( he doesn't quite laugh, but he makes a sound that indicates he was about to before thinking better of it; the doctor must be joking, except then rory has one of those then again, look at him moments and really isn't sure anymore. )

You're not serious.

[with a grandiose sigh, head hanging in exaggerated sullenness. despite its childishness, however, it made a fine case for of course he was serious, look at him.]

You already ex-nayed it.

( ex-nay, he starts to mouth, what, and then he has an emotion. and being rory, every last speck of his thought process is on his face as he does.

1. he's not serious. okay, fine, rory's willing to bet there is some sort of leprechaun-esque alien somewhere in the universe, and if the doctor felt motivated to, he could take them to one. is there one in dublin? he ponders briefly; sure, why not. there's a weird sort of logic to it. so: yes, the doctor is probably serious.

2. why is he reacting like that. well, obviously, the doctor had shown up here to drag them all off on a long and deadly adventure, not expecting to get the timing wrong, even though by now rory thinks he really should expect — hell, take for granted — that he will. rory certainly does. wait — this is digression. he's reacting like that because he's upset his plans have been ruined.

3. the doctor doesn't act like that when he's upset his plans have been ruined. rory has seen the doctor upset. it is not an experience he likes to repeat; partially because of things like 'they're friends' and 'he cares about the doctor;' also because when the doctor is upset, bad things happen or are happening, usually involving a lot of death and the end of a universe. so, he's not really upset. he's probably just after the attention.

4. …he's after the attention. as loathe as rory is to admit it, the whole liking and caring about the doctor thing comes in here; he really, honestly, has no problems with putting down the magazine (he puts down the magazine) and devoting his attention to the doctor (he stops frowning thoughtfully and looks at the doctor). although he feels like making a point of not getting dragged in or letting the doctor's head get too big is a good point to make, it isn't that rory is really against hunting down aliens in dublin, if it'll make the doctor happy and kill an afternoon that was looking to be pretty dull once the lunch parts were over.

5. wait a second. …and then rory blinks and frowns again. )

We can't just run off to Dublin. Amy will actually kill us. ( like they're allowed to have deadly adventures without her. )

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[calm and rational, that was good old stable Rory. good old unstable Doctor, however, meant an immediate retort of,]

We'll be back before she knows it! [and--- a pause. denial. resignation. sigh.] But she'll know it. Okay. Fair point.

[he almost wanted to ask to interrupt Amy's get-together, but the fact he had two thoughts about asking before opening his mouth meant it was probably not a good thing to ask and honestly, on third thought, its bad colors gleamed; oblivious he might be, but sometimes, humans needed purely human time. that she'd left Rory behind meant it was probably one of those times.]

[not that Rory wasn't human-- oh, sure, he had to have that mean thought- so maybe it was more... family time? humans enjoyed that. most species enjoyed that. Time Lords did. thus him popping in here, frankly, but that wasn't the point.]

[expression slowly settling toward stubborn (one Rory must know well), chin jutting out, lower lip bit, very existent eyebrows turning his forehead into one giant arrow. he met and held Rory's eyes and, subsequently, attention (which did, though he wouldn't say aloud, help ease off some of his grumpiness).]

... But if we're not running off to Dublin, there must be more to do than... sandwiches and postcards. Great stuff, all that, but [- I'm here now! -] there must be more.

( it's a good thing that the doctor corrected himself quickly about amy, because rory's facial expression was quickly taking on record levels of incredulity at the idea of keeping anything from her; after, he settles for a more Rory Williams Normal level of disbelief — especially in the face of the oncoming sulk, which he's gotten quite good at projecting a lack of awe against.

of course, this is pretty quickly tempered by the fact that ultimately, rory doesn't want the doctor upset, or to waste a trip. they haven't seen him as much lately, after all, and — well. any level of i-am-not-impressed is somewhat ruined by his sighing and giving in to the doctor's desires. )

We could put in a film.

[unfortunately, the idea that Rory kept himself from leaking the natural awe beings felt upon witnessing the Doctor's depth of emotion (for pouting) didn't register a moment in the Time Lord's mind. rather: Rory's standards were set higher than the average creature- thus, perhaps, his remarkable tenacity when it had came to pursuing Amy-- and, so, the Doctor had to work extra hard to impress him.]

[work he was fulling willing to expound on, except Rory outdid himself.]

[... sort of.]

Oh? A film? Grand, okay, love films, brilliant works from brilliant minds, they are-- so, which one?

[plop. the sound effect a Time Lord made on attempting, maybe stupidly, to squeeze himself into a one-person armchair already occupied by one person. (except it wasn't stupidly at all; this was Rory, the Doctor practically glowed from wiggling in, prospect of a film hardly included).]

( the doctor's progress at squeezing into the chair is, in fact, helped along by rory, who as soon as he realises what the doctor is trying to do puts all his effort into getting out of it. there is a very, very short list of people he is okay with sitting on him, and it starts and ends with amy pond. ) No idea! ( his voice is a little bit high from terror, but he recovers once he's standing up, running his hands along his shirt to smooth it out from the exertion. )

We have DVDs. Or there might be something on. ( he gestures wildly at the cabinet with the DVDs. most of them were probably bought by amy, and it's the usual mix of award winning well known films, a couple of blatant chick flicks, well-known comedies, and the occasional episode set. and, of course, several terrible action films all lined up in a row. that would be rory's contribution. ) Whichever one you'd like.

[drat. --- somehow, the Doctor manages not to say so out loud, but if he'd abandoned his progress toward a fantastic sulk before, the energy built up rushed all back at once for three brief and stretched seconds. again, however, Rory (fidgety, jumpy Rory, honestly, couldn't the man sit still?) settled the storm before it rolled out.]

Mmn...

[the DVD cabinet was eyed from his spot on the chair, hands folded in his lap. a similar, dissatisfied look made its way toward the telly. pause.]

... Has the forty-seventh Bond film come out, yet? You know, Ocean 63?

No. ( without hesitation. finding himself standing without having intended to, rory fidgets a little bit until he settles for standing with his arms crossed. he wonders what ocean 63 is about. actually: ) What's that one like?

Ah! Glad you asked. [the smile on his face seemed ready to jump off, it beamed so bright.]

A resistance-led coup d'etat shakes Her Majesty's grip on the lunar colonies. The resistance ends up brainwashing an agent to kill 007 before he lifts off from Mars, but luckily, he smooth-talks her into giving him secrets, instead, and then uses those to...

[A PAUSE.]

... Well, you'd have to watch to find out.

[as if the ending wasn't super obvious. yeah, right.]

It doesn't sound like one of the better ones. ( man now he's a little disappointed. he eyes his remaining sandwich briefly, and then opens up his heart and soul to the doctor, prompted by this sharing of action film tropes. ) I have 'Mothra vs Godzilla.'

[a moment of consideration (their bonding moment stretching toward succe--)]

[- and then one big frown, forehead wrinkling spectacularly as the consideration fully progressed and came up a loud no, that won't do at all, even if he didn't say so out loud.]

[onward, Rory. what else have you got?]

[... don't ask about his stash in the TARDIS, by the way, please.]

What, your life is already too much like a rubbish Japanese film to enjoy seeing it on the telly? ( he's a little

offended

though )

[~~snobbily,~~ without much regard for Rory's hints of affrontedness,]

MechaGodzilla's better.

[and not because of the mothership or very elaborate alien involvement, no, not one bit.]

Seriously? You're rooting for the bad guy.

[huff. c'mon Rory what sort of reasoning was that.]

Godzilla's done worse.

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I will never ever be able to properly say how much I adore your Rory

then we are evenly matched in embarrassing gushing

/rolls in circles

sobs gently into hands at the doctor

/buys Rory another car as a bid for forgiveness

COULDN'T THE MAN SIT STILL punches the doctor with much love and affection

/SWINGS PUNCH INTO CLOSE HUG love and affection is right!

tries to escape like a cat from water

/latches like a lemur to a tree

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what are these two losers

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