[ appear ] for one muse to show up at the other’s doorstep injured (and maybe passes out) - for Amy, and in a way, Rory, from my 13.
"Oh my god! Rory!" Amy knelt next to the woman who had passed out infront of their apartment building.
"Back, everyone, please! I'm a doctor..." Rory rose his voice before joining his wife, noting the look of worry... but confusion as well. Like some puzzle needed solving. He figured it out as soon as getting a good once over at the blond lady on the pavement. Her gold earring cuff, the high water pants. It was 1964, after all, but still even for the hippie or mod fashions, it was rather... futuristic.
Rory removed his coat, bundling it under the woman's head and slipped the ear cuff off, not really sure why other than an odd sense of needing to protect the woman's anonymity. If she was somehow from the future, she could trust them. If it was just something Indian inspired, he'd give it back saying it came off when she fell. He had a feeling...
"She's breathing." Amy sighed in relief as Rory slipped the piece of gold in his shirt pocket, taking out a pen light at the same time (a relic from his days traveling with the Doctor, picking up futuristic medical tech. The light had settings and hadn't needed a battery or change in over nearly 30 years.) He shined it in her eyes, responsive pupils were a good sign, then took her pulse...
"Tachycardia," Rory half muttered, causing Amy to look down the street as he moved to feel the woman's head, neck and chest for any other injuries.
"Suppose she was running from someone?" Amy asked, though she didn't see anyone suspicious. People still looked, curious and concerned, but they seemed to realize Rory knew what he was doing.
"Amy..." Rory spoke in disbelief, his eyes landing on the inside coat pocket at the silver item sticking out, a faint yellow glow from it. But that wasn't his initial reason for bringing his wife's attention back. Amy spotting the object, taking it out for a moment, then putting it back, closing the coat, her eyes wide. Something was very... alien about that.
Rory nearly spoke up again when someone came up, offering to help move her. It was early February and freezing in New York. He accepted, seeing it was their doorman Lenny, and let the slightly younger man get her inside, after Rory assured him she would be fine. To Amy's surprise Rory started to explain this was his younger sister finally paying them a visit. They were estranged. She always hated the idea of their move to America. Lenny made conversation as he brought over a wheelchair and Amy helped Rory get the woman comfortable before taking the elevator to their apartment.
"Your sister?" Amy said as soon as the doors were closed. Rory had figured something out before her and hadn't spoken up. Before she could demand he explain, he did.
"Two heart beats, Amy." Rory said with a dead seriousness he hadn't seen in a long while. Her jaw dropped, then she moved in front of the woman, picking her head up delicately, brushing her hair aside.
Amy took a deep breath, wondering exactly who she was looking at. They both knew it couldn't possibly be the Doctor. They had been told, they had both stopped hoping to hear the sound of the TARDIS that might eventually bring them back to their present time. They made a life for themselves. They adopted. They grew older. They had more lines on their faces, Amy's hair was cut in a bob, lighter than the deep auburn, strands of white prevalent. Rory's hair was entirely gray and white, the dark blond long gone.
"River?" Amy asked, stroking the woman's face, unaware of her assumption and mistaken identity. Rory's hand on the mystery woman's shoulder to keep her upright squeezed gently. Amy spoke gently, a little more determined. "Melody Pond, you are going to be okay. Whatever happened, you're safe now."
