Once again I rest my head against the cold metal walls of the cage that held my angel within its grasp. My Amy was trapped inside the forbidden prison of the stars. I wriggled my arm to loosen it from the stiff armour that I wore. I have been waiting for so long now. I feel like I have seen it all. I guess that's what the Doctor feels like. The Doctor. The very man whose name I hate, yet I have to trust him all the same, but I only do it for Amy's sake.
Oh Amy... how I miss her. I remember so clearly now all the times she stuck up for me when I was teased at school. She never gave up on me, and was alway
"RANDOMTELEPORTINGSOUNDICANNOTGIVEACCURATEONAMONAPIATO" and the Doctor was gone. All Rory could hear was stone-cold Stonehenge.
Almost 2000 years later
Rory was sitting on the same side of the Pandorica as he had been doing for the past couple thousand years. Things were the same as always: but different. Yes, Amy was still in there, he was guarding her, but now they were in storage. After Stonehenge became a tourist attraction, they discovered the couple, kept apart by a large intergalactic box, and decided to take it. But Rory wouldn't let them. With a bit of compromising (and heavy use of a certain con
Song of the Lone Centurion by tomato-bird, literature
Literature
Song of the Lone Centurion
When I woke up in ancient Rome
Two thousand years away from home
A lump of plastic for a heart
My girl, I swore I'd do my part.
Two thousand years may seem too long
But Heaven knows, love is that strong
The slow path I said I would take
Two thousand years, then you would wake.
I'd never known that years had wings
Until I'd seen a hundred springs
A hundred springs, with winters too
My girl, what is this man to do?
For years have wings but days drag on
As I stand by through times long gone
For I stand tall where others chafed
My girl, I swore to keep you safe.
A hundred springs with winters too,
Do you still know that I loved y
I Got Married In the Morning by vertigoevie, literature
Literature
I Got Married In the Morning
I got married in the morning.
Then again, it depends on the definition of morning. Technically, it was the morning. Maybe it's been two days since the actual wedding date. You never know when you're time traveling.
Flowers, bridesmaids, suits, dresses, best mates. Old, new, borrowed, blue. The whole bulk package with a party the night before. In our small little town of Leadworth, the place that time nearly forgot. The last light to go out.
Now it all starts to feel like a dream. A dream within a dream about a fairytale. The Pandorica, relighting the fire, rebooting the universe the Big Bang II. That was what I used to think. All tho