Rating: All Ages
Word Count: 909
Author's Summary: Sometimes, he yearns for gravity. Rory-centric.
Characters/Pairings: Rory, Amy, mentions of Melody/River and the Eleventh Doctor
Recced because: This is a lovely, lyrical, heartbreaking piece from Rory's point of view. The language is very stylized and can be a bit hard to follow at times, but it adds up to a really gorgeous fic and is well worth the effort. We don't get to see a lot of the fallout of A Good Man Goes to War in canon, so fic like this helps to fill in the emotional background of Series 6.
Here's an excerpt:
There is a thought that catches on a snag in his head, a minor mad ache if you will. In that thought is a sphere he peers into from one side only, where he sees a red-tiled house, a cat and a dog, a warm rug, a play-pen, a bright kitchen, all four of their coats on a shiny oak hanger by the door, he sees a home. And then that sphere tilts just so, until he can hear the voices, the laughter, the shrieks, the whispers holding secrets steady as cocking a gun into place.
Usually, it ends up falling over his pedestal. He watches it roll away, each side and its dreams shrinking into the great blue dark.
Like the sea.
It should've made sense then.