rome fell.

     Amy trusted him and stood close, but didn’t move forward any.  She waited for his move.  When he turned to tell her it was stuck shut, she hated the for a moment that she even suggested they try to save them, but watching him trying to do it again and finally managing to get it open she smiled.  She knew he could do it, because if there was anything she knew about Rory.. is that one.. they were stronger together and two, he would never give up.  He was strong and stubborn, and she loved that about him.

     Amy trusted Rory, believed in him.  They couldn’t rely on the Doctor to help them forever, they would eventually have to do it all for themselves.  She knew that and she knew that Rory did as well.  Amy wouldn’t leave Rory’s side, no matter what it was, she was going to stand beside him and face whatever came their way, because together, they were strong.  She knew if anyone could save them, it was Rory.  Rory would know what to do, what they needed to do to save their neighbors.  They were such a sweet old couple and Amy hated the idea that something might happen to them.

     Once he pulled her inside she heard the sounds and tried to think about all the things that the Doctor had taught her about other Alien life in the universe.  She couldn’t think of any right off the bat.  She was afraid, but she couldn’t let Rory do this alone, he would never be alone again.  So long as they were together, it would be fine.  “I think we should too, just so we can get a good idea of what we might be dealing with here.”  She nodded in agreement, keeping herself close to him again.

          Rory nodded several times as he tried to get his bearings. “Right. So. Not the first time we’ve dealt with senior citizen aliens. Do you reckon our neighbors are the aliens, or that they’ve been taken over by them? I mean, why them? They’re still using bloody rabbit ears for their telly! Oh no.” Rory interrupted his rambling to quickly turn and look at Amy. “D’you think that’s what brought the aliens? The rabbit ears?” No, that was stupid.

     A blonde woman walked through the rubble. Hands pulling the leather jacket to shield out the bite of winter.  Nightfall would soon descend upon London. The streets were mostly deserted by now. No one was going to take any chances. Not if they wanted to see tomorrow.  And with most of the public shelters filled now, Rose would have to head to the underground.   It hadn’t taken her but a moment to realize where she’d ended up. Again. Not only were bombs dropping out of the sky but also her past self. Along with the Doctor, Jack and certain mystery species. Add that to the list of people to avoid. Didn’t need to be risking that either. What she wouldn’t give to run back there though. To be selfish.                                              So close.   

 She shivered. Whether it was the cold or the thought of being so reckless not even Rose could say. But it took her out of her reverie no less. Most of the buildings on this street were half decimated. Except for one, that seemed to be the shining glory of the neighborhood. A museum.   Most of the windows were covered in smiling faces of ‘Londoners’ depicting how normals their lives still could be. But one, however, cast a light upon the sidewalk. What on earth? Peeking in, Rose saw in the back corner of the room, a singular torch shining on the exhibit (A giant box.) Probably someone who’d rushed out too soon.    Trying the doors, Rose opened one with ease. Down the hallway a few doors shone the light. The echo of her shoes had her wincing. Quickly she rounded the door, grabbing the torch and clicking it off.      But there was a weird sensation pulling at her. Reaching out, Rose touched the script on the exhibit. “This doesn’t look like anything from around here….”

          Rory had heard the intruder as soon as they’d stepped into the museum. Being an Auton had given him super...well, everything. Including hearing. Had someone come into the museum to avoid the bombs outside? Or.... He glanced behind him, light eyes scanning the Pandorica as he clutched the cold steel of his sword. Clad in his centurion outfit, Rory was taking no chances that night. The night of all hell breaking loose, he couldn’t risk anything happening to that box. Never mind that he had literal guns built into his hands; somehow the familiar steel of his sword brought him more comfort.

          He lingered in the shadows, drawing back as the intruder seemed to carelessly wander the museum. No. Not wander. They - she - was coming straight for his exhibit. The torch he’d kept on for companionship suddenly went out and Rory held his breath. No need to overreact. Could just be a drunk, or she could have been drawn in by the light. Careless of me. Damn it. But then the woman spoke, and Rory was immediately put on guard by what she said.

The bluest blue the universe has ever known - and just at the right moment. Cursing under her breath, River Song dashed across the courtyard of the small Egyptian city, glancing behind her every so often to make sure she wasn’t being followed. There were people everywhere, going about their business left and right, but not a single person seemed really to see the solid blue box that was sitting at the corner of the courtyard - perhaps there was just something about being a time traveler that made these things obvious to River. 

Either way, as the Time Lady made her way up to the doors of the box, she slid out a key, hurriedly unlocking the door and slipping inside. She had seen the Doctor and Amy slip out of the TARDIS not five minutes before - no doubt on their way to some sort of an adventure, but River needed the lovely time machine for her own doings. Besides - the Doctor never seemed to notice. This wasn’t the first time she would use the TARDIS as a way to run from the scene of the crime, and it was highly unlikely that it was ever going to be the last.

There was a series of shouts and running from the courtyard, but River was having none of it, and swiftly shut the door of the TARDIS, tossing her bag onto the console and instinctively powering her up in order to take off.  Stabilizers on - Temporal shield lever, up - aaaaand take off. Gorgeous. It didn’t really matter where she went, as long as she was out of that city and some place where she could go through her bag of spoils.  “Ohhhh this is going to get me plenty of credits with the Salutarian Institute,” She muttered to herself when she was sure the TARDIS was stable in the time vortex.

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          Rory had taken one bloody nap and woken up alone. The Doctor and Amy had run off on some adventure and left him behind. Again. Disappointed but not surprised, Rory sullenly made his way to the TARDIS kitchen to fix himself a pot of tea. He opened the cupboards to try and search through the, literal, thousands of tea flavors that the Doctor stocked in there. He’d just settled on Butterscotch Delight and began pouring the water when a sudden jolt caused him to drop the pot. “Oh no. No way,” Rory said through a sudden glare. “No bloody way do they get to just come back and ignore me, again, to leave this planet before I even get to see it.”

          He decidedly and properly set his face to resemble the grumpiness he felt while storming out of the kitchen. “Doctor! Amy! It’s-it’s one thing to just leave me behind,” Rory started, swinging his arms in the air to gesture his point, “but it’s another thing entirely to up and leave without even telling me what’s going on. We’re in trouble, aren’t we? That’s why we’re leaving so quickly.”

Rory: …Okay, I’m listening.

Mels: Step one, get her to play Truth or Dare.

Rory: Oh god, stop.

Mels, louder: STEP TWO, wait until she picks dare, which she will, obviously - 

Rory: Mels, no.

Mels, ignoring him: Step three, DARE her to marry you!