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Making Believe, 1/1

Title: Making Believe
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters/Pairing: Amy/Rory
Rating: G
Word Count: 975
Disclaimer:  Not mine, et cetera.
Summary: "You made me dress up as him."
Notes: written for 10iloveyou.  Relationship table, prompt #3 "Rules."



“Amelia, can we please do something else?”  Rory whined.

“Doesn’t your dad have any ties that are…”  If Amelia had heard his protests, she’d evidently chosen to ignore them.  “…I don’t know, cooler?”  She emerged from his parents’ cupboard with a messy handful of neckties clutched in one fist.

“I don’t know,” shrugged Rory.  “Couldn’t we play some other game?”  He asked again.  “I got in trouble last time for wrecking my new shirt.”  It had been awful; for a whole week, he’d had to sit inside and watch Amelia play the Raggedy Doctor game— their game —with stupid Jeff from two streets over.

Amelia bit her lip as she considered this.  “I guess we don’t have to dirty up your shirt this time,” she finally acceded, “but I’ve still got to find the right tie.”  She held up one of her knot of potential ties against Rory’s chest, scrunching her face into that squint people on the telly made when choosing clothes (Rory couldn’t understand how squinting helped— when he’d tried it, he couldn’t see the clothes at all).

“Why does it matter?  The Raggedy Doctor could have more than one tie.”

“No,” Amelia said with a distinctive air of derision in her voice. 

“How come?”

“Because he doesn’t!”  Amelia snapped.  “I’m the one who met him, and it’s my game, so you have to follow my rules, and I say he only has one.”

“You don’t know that,” said Rory.  “You only saw him the one time.”  He didn’t say if that even happened and you didn’t just make it up, but he thought it, and he knew she could see it on his face.  He flinched, and squeezed his eyes shut in preparation for her attack (he’d watched her tackle a boy in the form above them at school for calling her mad, and everyone in town knew there was a direct relationship between the suspicious crescent of scabs that had appeared on the back of old Dr. Ambrose’s hand and the decision to send Amelia to that new psychiatrist in Upper Leadworth from now on), but to his surprise, no attack came.  He chanced a peek, and found that Amelia had gone perfectly still, staring at him with eyes full of sadness and hurt feelings.  Rory felt guilt settle cold and hard in his stomach, like he’d swallowed an ice cube whole.  “Amelia, I—”

“If you didn't want to play with me, you could have just said,” she said softly, dropping the wad of ties and running out of the room.

“Amelia, wait!”  Rory called after her, but she had already darted out of the front door of his house, leaving his rather confused-looking mother standing in the doorway, arms full of groceries she'd barely managed to keep hold of as the eight-year-old girl had barreled past her.  Rory could only manage an apologetic shrug before he too rushed out.

It didn't take long to find her; after all, Rory knew exactly where she would go.  She sat on the solitary swing in her aunt's back garden (she still didn't call it “her back garden,” and so neither did Rory), sullenly staring at the new shed.  It had only been finished six months or so ago, but already it was beginning to show signs of weathering, and pretty soon it would look like it had never been destroyed at all.  He'd mentioned this thought to Amelia once; she'd not taken it well.

“I'm sorry, Amelia,” he said, his tongue suddenly feeling too large for his mouth.  “I believe you, really, I do.”

“No you don't,” she said, voice quavering as if she were trying very hard not to cry.  “No one does.”

“I do,” Rory repeated.  “I promise I do.”  He moved around the swing-set so he could stand beside her.  “As long as you believe, I believe.”  Amelia wouldn't look at him, choosing instead to stare at the ground, but a small smile appeared on her lips all the same.  “And anyway, I still say he's got to have more than one tie,” he said, bumping shoulders with her.  “I mean, my dad's got loads and he's only been as far as London.  I bet the Doctor's got ties from all sorts of cool... time... places,” he finished lamely.  It did the trick, though; she giggled, wiping her nose on the cuff of her sleeve as she looked over at him.

“Yeah, I guess you're right,” she grinned.  Impulsively, she threw her arms around him, swatting him in the face with the swing's chain as she did so, but he didn't mind.  That cold feeling in his stomach had disappeared, replaced with a warm, fluttery, nervous sort of feeling he didn't have a name for and wasn't sure he liked, except he must have liked it because suddenly he couldn't stop smiling.

As the two children ran off to continue their game, Rory realized he'd won the tie argument.  Funny, he hadn't noticed, and to his surprise, he found he didn't really care.  He was happy to follow Amelia's rules, so long as it meant he could follow her.


Cross-posted to [info]fivery, [info]pond_life, [info]got_my_boys, and [info]10iloveyou.

Comments

( 11 comments — Leave a comment )
jrsz
Jun. 7th, 2010 02:45 pm (UTC)
Oh, gosh, I love, love, love this.

You've captured Rory and Amy so perfectly not only as they are grown up but how I could definitely imagine them to be as kids; Amelia's feistiness and insecurity, and Rory's hesitance, consideration, compromise and his complete love (!) for Amy. You've just written kids so well!

As the two children ran off to continue their game, Rory realized he'd won the tie argument. Funny, he hadn't noticed, and to his surprise, he found he didn't really care. He was happy to follow Amelia's rules, so long as it meant he could follow her.

I just want to squish him. So sweet! Lovely work.
rosepetal9
Jun. 8th, 2010 12:28 am (UTC)
Thank you! When the bunny bit me, I was worried I would have trouble getting the voices true to both the characters and children in general, but once I actually started, it flowed rather easily (ha, what that says about my own mental age, I won't think about). Methinks this won't be the last time I visit these two as kids. I'm so glad you enjoyed it!
soberloki
Jun. 8th, 2010 02:18 am (UTC)
Awww, so sweet! And so very much as they are... ♥
rosepetal9
Jun. 8th, 2010 03:45 am (UTC)
Thanks! That's great to hear.
professor_spork
Jun. 8th, 2010 06:51 am (UTC)
Oh, thank you so, so much for this. I adore Amy/Rory, and there's just... so little of it available.

“I mean, my dad's got loads and he's only been as far as London. I bet the Doctor's got ties from all sorts of cool... time... places,” he finished lamely.

ILU RORY.

As the two children ran off to continue their game, Rory realized he'd won the tie argument. Funny, he hadn't noticed, and to his surprise, he found he didn't really care.

Ohhhh, that's just... perfect.
rosepetal9
Jun. 8th, 2010 11:07 am (UTC)
Hooray! The line about ties is probably my favorite.
Amy/Rory just makes me so happy; it's great to hear that someone else wants to hear more about them as well.

Thank you!
eclecticmuse
Jun. 9th, 2010 01:00 am (UTC)
Ahh, this was so adorable? And so much in character. I am so totally for Amy/Rory I probably drive other people sick; but it's so nice to see some sweet, lovely fic for those two crazy kids. :) Good job, hope to see more from you!
rosepetal9
Jun. 9th, 2010 06:05 am (UTC)
Thank you so much! I love Amy/Rory too, so this is is definitely not the last time I write for them.
everworld2662
Jun. 30th, 2010 02:23 pm (UTC)
Oh, god, this is so in-character. Thank you! I've been trying to get their voices down in my head, and this really helped. ♥
thette
Sep. 4th, 2010 01:31 pm (UTC)
That's very much how I've pictured them as kids.
mrs_sakuma
Dec. 17th, 2010 11:47 pm (UTC)
awww. precious. i just rewatched the first episode of series 5, so that line was fresh in my mind when i happened upon this through 10iloveyou. anyway, great little ficlet. you really captured the characters and added some interesting insight to their childhood.~
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