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in which i love on both of you

     the world is ending around her.

not quite an accurate statement, but it feels like it. her mind RACES and the world is nothing but an awful blur. heat sears her skin. the tardis explodes. her hands hit soft grass. she isn’t dead. it’s a lot to process so fresh and new after a regeneration, and it’s dizzying to find herself in someone’s back garden in the middle of the night as various tardis debris rains down around her. something in her hearts ache and while she knows she can’t be without a ship, she has no way to telling how much of the tardis has survived. the typical hum in the back of her mind is SILENT and it’s unnerving. 

   standing on shaking legs, the doctor tries to orient herself. depth perception is different. her clothes - her previous face’s clothes - hang about her like a saggy second skin, too big for this new body. her skin tingles with arton energy from the regeneration. 

       a bit like a fairytale, really.

❝  DON’T  BE  A  BORE,  ❞  she  could  not  help  but  hiss  at  her  shadow,  Andrews  trying  to  not  let  his  lips  twist  in  amusement  at  her  annoyance,  yet  refrained  from  reminding  her  that  even  with  a  pair  of  sunglasses,  she  was  still  a  very  recognizable  woman.    Frown  firmly  on  her  lips,  she  nevertheless  stopped  her  complaining,  instead  enjoying  the  fact  that  they  were  even  allowing  her  to  walk  about  incognito  at  all.   

IF  SHE  HAD  NOT  been  so  entranced  with  a  window  display,  pointing  something  out  to  Andrews,  they  both  would  not  have  missed  the  tall  redhead  coming  out  of  the  coffee  shop.    No  one  else  thought  anything  of  it  either.    If  they  hadn’t,  then  Victoria  would  not  have  stepped  back  to  get  a  better  angle  on  her  photo  and  backed  into  the  other  woman,  knocking  her  cup  out  of  her  hand.    ❝  Oh,  shite!  ❞

RORY LOST COUNT HOW MANY TIMES THEY FOUGHT. they did it all the time, the same things over & over again, yet he felt like there were still so many too many unsaid words between them. he didn’t know what was worse -- the silence or the arguments but he didn’t want to give up, not now, not ever. not when he was married to the mad, impossible amy pond. the best woman he had ever meet. they grew up together with their daughter, they shared too many memories & their story was full of extraordinary things. but rory knew he had never been the extraordinary one. it was amy. he’d follow her everywhere. he was just a nurse from a small town. ❛ I’M NOT JEALOUS! HE’S MY FRIEND TOO, ❜  that was funny, the fact that the doctor always came up during their arguments. it was mostly his fault & he knew that, he really shouldn’t have thrown all his insecurities at amy ( but mad, impossible amy pond being his wife ? years later, it still felt like a fairytale. he was afraid one day he’d wake up & she’d be gone. )   ❛ BUT YOU KNOW WHAT I ALWAYS WANTED & I’VE NEVER HIDDEN THIS. I’M NOT A WANDERLUST LIKE YOU. ❜  he didn’t want to say that, but it was too late now. if he only had a time machine, he’d travel back in time to prevent this ( but this was reality, not their perfect honeymoon on the TARDIS board. it was their real life & he had to face problems that couldn’t be solved by time travelling. ) he tried so hard not to hurt amy, yet he was still doing this. maybe it was time to give up ? before it’d be too late & they both would hate each other too much ? but when you love someone how can you just give up ?

AND WHERE DO WE GO? WHERE DO WE GO?