Word Count: 3,714
Author's Summary: We know so much about Amelia Pond. But what made Rory who he is today?
Characters/Pairings: Eleventh Doctor, Rory williams, a dash of Amelia Pond.
Warnings: References to child abuse
Recced because: I admit it. I'm a sucker for well-written hurt/comfort. And boy does HermitKnut fulfill that desire. While I'm more of Nine and Ten gal, I love this version of the Doctor and I absolutely adore this Rory Williams (I'm sorry, Rory Pond.). This was written before season 7, where Rory was a blank slate except from loving Amy Pond and being a nurse. And he does these things in The Boy Waits too, but we get hints of a very difficult past. Nothing is graphically described, but one doesn't need a lot of imagination to paint a vivid picture of Rory's childhood. Rory becomes all the more lovely in his gentleness, patience and love because of it.
“So, Rory,” the Doctor says from the other side of the console, still flicking levers and twisting controls. “Rory, Rory, Rory.”
“That’s me,” Rory replies, leaning back against the metal bars. “Rory Pond.”
He and the Doctor swap amused expressions at each other at the in-joke. The Doctor flips a final switch as the TARDIS hums before falling back into the seat next to the console, his eyes on Rory.
“Rory Pond,” he repeats, his voice quieter now, slightly more serious. “You’ve always followed her, haven’t you?”
“I suppose,” Rory agrees, unsettled as always by the Doctor’s sudden jump from light-hearted to serious. The Doctor doesn’t speak, but his silence compels Rory to explain himself more.
“We’ve always been friends, ever since she moved to England,” he explains. “Went to the same school, got paired up for everything, spent time at each other’s houses, the works.” He shrugs, dismissing the subject, but the Doctor is more attentive than that.
“Not quite true, though,” he says softly, still gazing at Rory. “She was never invited back to your house, was she?”