Author: Lady Mercury
Rating: All Ages
Word Count: 4,645
Author's Summary: Rory gets up tired. Amy makes the tea. The rosebushes may not last the year.
Characters/Pairings: Amy Pond, Other Character(s), Rory Williams, The Doctor (11th)
Warnings: Angst, Character Study, General, Hurt/Comfort, Introspection
Recced because: I was watching 'Vincent and the Doctor' with my kiddos tonight and thinking about characters, quirks and POVs - and how we (sometimes) see ourselves reflected in the people around us. I thought about our moods and how they can be reflected by what is (and sometimes what is not) there. Then I thought about mental disorders and how they can be reflected physically and vice versa.
Then I thought about this fiction.
Lady Mercury has a fantastic understanding and grasp of the subtle. The things that stare you in the face as they lay underneath. Her fiction never fails to move and grab me. Like the fiction I recced yesterday, this one is based around a main character - but not the Doctor himself. And this is another one of those fictions where the Doctor is very much present even as he is not there. This is also a fiction about a very pivotal character, though (like with Vincent) his importance is often understated and veiled - even as it looks you in the face all the same.
Rory has always been one of my favorite characters and there are so very many, many reasons. And the consequences and stakes for him are just as high as for anyone else - but he is so very different from the Companions the Doctor usually travels with. I could go on along this vein for a very long time *laughs* but suffice to say, you will likely see the parallel between what I watched tonight with my kiddos and what is reflected in this fic (and what we sometimes see reflected in ourselves based off of expectations and motives of others). Yes. The fiction is that complex, even as it is very much softly simple. And it is one that stays with you for a long time afterwards.
Amy snatches the slip of paper from him as soon as he gets in the door. She takes it down the road to Tesco and brings it back at the bottom of a paper sack filled with food he doesn’t want and vitamins he doesn’t need. Rory’s not even sure what half these things are: q-u-i-n-o-a–is that a sort of rice? He shakes the box experimentally, then picks the whole sack up and carries it into the kitchen.
“You didn’t have to rush off and buy all this,” he says, setting the groceries on the counter. Amy is rinsing what looks to be kale in the sink, and he leans over her shoulder to give her a kiss.
“I know,” Amy says. “But you didn’t have to clean the kitchen last week, and you did. It’s how it goes.”
“Yes, well,” Rory answers sheepishly. “How it was supposed to go was that I’d make dinner tonight.”
Amy looks at him as though he’s said something very interesting. “Do I cook when I’m sick?”
“I’m not sick, Amy.”
“You’ve just got home from the doctor. Do you feel like cooking?”
“Did you have plans for cooking?”
“I could, um, I could make us waffles. Again.”
Amy tilts her head up to the ceiling and laughs, really laughs. “Rory,” she finally says, switching off the water and shaking out the kale. “Rory, I love you dearly, and if you actually want to eat waffles I will make them for you. But we are not eating waffles again any time in the next six months if I have to fix dinner every night.”
“You’re too nice to me.” Rory says.
“Mmm, nope,” Amy replies. “That’s the wrong answer.”
Please be sure to stop and tell her what you think - I know you will all find this fiction inspiring and thought-provoking as I did...