Fic: [Doctor Who] Lifetimes

[intrikate88]

Lifetimes, Doctor Who, PG.

Things didn’t make sense and people didn’t ask why, because they had never made sense; Rory didn’t ask why because he remembered the first lifetime he had, so long ago, and he knew exactly why.

Rory sits in the corner out of the way of the dancing, loosening his collar and nursing a glass of champagne that was much too small and delicate; he wants a good solid pint glass, perhaps filled with whiskey. Whiskey was good for troublesome memories.

 

He watches the Doctor dancing with a herd of small children. Did the man never run out of energy? Still, Rory is relieved to see him, relieved to have something to fill that odd gap that had always been in his brain, like a missing tooth.

Rory also wants very much to kill the Doctor, now that he could remember every forgotten thing that had been nagging him his entire life since this morning. The Doctor had given him lifetimes, and Rory isn’t precisely grateful to remember all of them.

 

Lifetimes becoming a nurse because he’d never be Amy’s Doctor. In the TARDIS, finding the swimming pool that she had told him about when they first met. In a Leadworth that never existed, having a baby that was never born, a sudden death, another sudden death. Then a whole Roman life, memories of growing up as a barefoot child, joining the army, training until his arms ached, waking up after battles with the Celtic barbarians where he was sure he had died. Sometimes it felt like he was dying all the time.

 

Lifetimes of standing in front of the Pandorica, laughing without humor at the legendary prison of the most dangerous person in the universe apparently, housing a comatose Amy, who could mostly not even manage to push him off the swing in her garden when they were young. Those were the days he remembered swings and ice cream, because he couldn’t remember her face and maybe he was just some crazy hermit after all.

 

Lifetimes when the Plague swept through Europe as he tried and failed to grow penicillin on bread. Then there was no bread to experiment on, and he spent all his time trying to nurse the people in the town nearby; he wasn’t able to do more than drain the buboes that grew like unripe hard melons under their arms, in their groins. He told them that he remembered this from his history books, that only a quarter of the population died, not even half, and they cursed him for some sort of fortunetelling devil. But maybe the universe was breaking apart or maybe the history books were just wrong, because everyone died. Rory used his sword to dig their graves. He was the only one left, and he climbed the church tower to ring the bell and toll each of their deaths. Nobody heard it, he was certain: everyone in the other towns must have died too, and this was probably the end of the world.

 

Lifetimes of wars and revolutions and some sort of incident where Shakespeare’s career was suddenly ended when the Globe exploded as the focal point of a time funnel or alien invasion or something. Things didn’t make sense and people didn’t ask why, because they had never made sense; Rory didn’t ask why because he remembered the first lifetime he had, so long ago, and he knew exactly why. He made a trip to Leadworth in the early 1990s to see a young Amelia hiding in a ruined abbey pretending there were aliens looking for her. He pretended he was there to dig a hole for a duck pond, only to get done and realize that ducks went extinct in the eighteenth century. Maybe some dodos will inhabit it instead, if they swim, he thought. He kept an eye on Amelia all day, knowing there would be no scrawny boy patiently trotting along behind her because this Rory is a plastic toy soldier and that Rory never existed. But it hurt, all the same.

 Somehow, this time around, Rory is in a lifetime where he was always  Amelia Pond’s best friend and not just a substitute for a better imaginary friend; some days, he even wakes up and rolls over and she says I love you first. Though there are mornings where he forgets that the strange pressure means he’s supposed to get up to pee, too, because when you’ve been plastic for a few thousand years there are some inconveniences that don’t readily spring to mind.

 But out there on the dance floor, after the lifetimes, is the Doctor and he’s just dancing. He's had a thousand lifetimes too, probably full of the exact same sorts of things, and there he is, dancing like a drunken giraffe, whilst Rory sits in an uncomfortable chair disliking champagne. 

 

Rory stands up. In this lifetime, he's married Amy, and she whirls past him, all bouncing red curls and shining eyes. He loops an arm around her waist and lets her momentum carry them forward, and as they spin, the moment feels like it has been happening forever and there's no end in sight.

 

Comments

[orange-crushed.livejournal.com]

He loops an arm around her waist and lets her momentum carry them forward, and as they spin, the moment feels like it has been happening forever and there's no end in sight.

Oh, I knew a line like this was coming, and I wanted it so much, and here it is. It's perfect. Because you have this beautiful way of carrying the moment forward at the end of your fic. Does that make sense? You have the ability to make it seem like it's starting instead of ending, and it feels warm and wonderful and alive.

Thank you for this Rory. I love him. ♥

[intrikate88.livejournal.com]

♥ ♥

Your comments always make me so happy. I never really thought too hard about it before, but I guess I do like to have a beginning sort of moment at the end of a fic; I think whenever I try to write a concluding sort of ending it feels sort of pat and artificial to me, like life doesn't stop because you have a some sort of revelation of yourself, it keeps moving at a slightly different angle. Or maybe I just like doing things backwards. :P

[theonlytwin.livejournal.com]

Though there are mornings where he forgets that the strange pressure means he’s supposed to get up to pee, too, because when you’ve been plastic for a few thousand years there are some inconveniences that don’t readily spring to mind.

dear, dear rory. your universal changes are so disheartening (shakespeare! the ducks!) but make the ending that much sweeter.

[intrikate88.livejournal.com]

Thanks for reading, dear! I thought about mentioning how Rory probably went for a few millennia without sex too and that might have caused some awkward moments with Amy, but, well, that's probably a fic of its own. And ducks were more important.

[mickey-sixx.livejournal.com]

God, I love the way you write. The humour, the honesty, the emotion in this was just... gorgeous. It was nice to see into Rory's head, into the lifetimes he's been through, and feel the love that he has for the girl in the box ♥

[intrikate88.livejournal.com]

:DDD

Thanks so much! It means a lot to me that you've been following my writing and love it.

[clocketpatch]

ROooorrryy!! I need to bite the bullet and get a Rory themed icon one of these days... but that's not the point of this post, no, not at all, because this is a review for that fantastic fic dangling up there. Rory has seen so much now (or hasn't, depending on how time or reality works, but has, even if it didn't happen) and the repercussions of that -

just the little things like forgetting what it feels like when you need to wee.

And then Eleven as a drunken giraffe dancing with children. And Rory seizing the moment. And oh. This.

This. This. This.

I gave you a Golden Monkey Kingdom for the last fic. Have the Crystal Jaguar Jewels for this one. 'Cause it rocks.

[intrikate88.livejournal.com]

Mrmmp, yup, I kind of fail on having a Rory icon too. Oops. Anyway.

*BIGGEST DAMN GRINS EVER*

You're reading my other stuff! I am happy. As you can see this could have easily become the epic Rory Has Several Lifetimes Of Upsetting PTSD Which Ruins His Marriage Along With The Forgetting To Have The Sex Because He Didn't Do That For Two Millennia With Plastic Bits Either fic. But it didn't, because I am not depressing like that lol I tell lies, it's all lies. But I figured that for all the things the Doctor made Rory remember, his return also gave him the life he never would have got to have with Amy, and then we wouldn't have all the cute. ♥