Story: One Long Starless Night, Two Soldiers Met at a Crossroads
Word Count: 1942
Author's Summary: Rory receives an unlikely visitor: a man both like him and not. Someone makes a promise they could never keep. But for a little while, anyway, things aren't quite so lonely. A story in four parts.
Characters/Pairings: Amy Pond, Rory Williams, Jack Harkness
Warnings: Spoilers for the end of series 5.
Recced because: This fic chronicles the adventures of the Lone Centurion during the events of the series 5 finale and his meeting with another man in a similar predicament: one Captain Jack Harkness. It weaves both eras together nicely, dropping small details throughout, and is achingly bittersweet and intimate throughout. This piece captures the pervasive loneliness of those who are fixed in a world that is constantly in flux. The last section, in particular, will leave you with a bit of a broken heart.
How did you get in here?” he asks his visitor. His own voice sounds strange to him. Cracked, at first, and then, when it clears up, too young. It echoes overloud around the empty warehouse. He’d tried talking, at first, to remind himself that he wasn’t alone. To fill the time, to fill the space, to keep him sane, but eventually he’d given up, just like he’d given up on everything else. Everything else but one thing.
“Friends in high places,” his visitor replies, a sort of awkward smile in his voice. A little weird that he’s even that in tune with human gestures anymore to know that.
“Why are you here? Why did you come?”
“Figured you were lonely. Thought maybe you’d like some company.”
Almost defensively, he reaches out behind him, pressing his palm against the surface of it and feeling the almost imperceptible hum, the hum that says I am living.
“Have all the company I need, thanks.” It grits out through his teeth.