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who_contestTitle: Floating in a Most Peculiar Way
Rating: G
Genre: General/Angst
Characters: Amy, Rory
Word count: 410
Spoilers: Set between 'Vampires in Venice' and 'Amy's Choice'.
Summary: Rory is out of his depth.
"It won't work," Rory said, and was immediately furious with himself. Disavowals were the highest compliments anyone could pay a scheme of Amy's.
True to form, she paused only to grin at him: wild and reckless, eyes glinting metallic by the half-light of the TARDIS console. "How much?"
"'S not a bet." The childish note in his voice made him wince. He was supposed to be good at this stuff: instilling calm, talking people down. It was what he was for. "Look, if you really want to, shouldn't we at least ask him first? I'm sure..."
There was the snag. Rory was not yet sure of anything, where the Doctor was concerned. It was as though the man operated in a realm that was permanently one step ahead, words and ideas tumbling from him too quick to catch. There was no security in such a life, and no hesitation. It swept you up with the force of an avalanche and took all the familiar ground with it.
Amy had produced a rope from somewhere and was anchoring herself to the central column. "You just need to make an air corridor. I've watched him do it, like, a thousand times. Okay, maybe twice." A lever clanked. The doors swung outwards onto void.
Rory counted to ten, and prayed for divine intervention. He would even, at a pinch, settle for the Doctor. Nobody came. The starlight danced in ripples off the console; Rory thought of deep-sea divers and slow-motion astronauts, Neil Armstrong drifting in grainy black-and-white.
He was opening his mouth to protest again when she jumped.
There was no time even for dread. The rope seared across his fingers and jerked as it reached its full extent. The drop beyond the threshold fell away beneath him, and he almost toppled. Whichever way he looked, whole galaxies were spinning.
Suspended just beyond his reach, Amy was laughing. The belt on her jacket floated loose like the tail on a kite. Her lips formed the words, Breathe, Rory, though the roar of adrenaline through his blood muffled the sound.
He couldn't breathe. After the initial shock, he could barely see. The logical part of his brain recognised the flight-or-flight response, the stripping out of extraneous detail until only the essentials remained.
There was nothing left in the universe but him and Amy, and the space between them. He wrapped both hands around the tether, and held on with everything he had.
Rating: G
Genre: General/Angst
Characters: Amy, Rory
Word count: 410
Spoilers: Set between 'Vampires in Venice' and 'Amy's Choice'.
Summary: Rory is out of his depth.
"It won't work," Rory said, and was immediately furious with himself. Disavowals were the highest compliments anyone could pay a scheme of Amy's.
True to form, she paused only to grin at him: wild and reckless, eyes glinting metallic by the half-light of the TARDIS console. "How much?"
"'S not a bet." The childish note in his voice made him wince. He was supposed to be good at this stuff: instilling calm, talking people down. It was what he was for. "Look, if you really want to, shouldn't we at least ask him first? I'm sure..."
There was the snag. Rory was not yet sure of anything, where the Doctor was concerned. It was as though the man operated in a realm that was permanently one step ahead, words and ideas tumbling from him too quick to catch. There was no security in such a life, and no hesitation. It swept you up with the force of an avalanche and took all the familiar ground with it.
Amy had produced a rope from somewhere and was anchoring herself to the central column. "You just need to make an air corridor. I've watched him do it, like, a thousand times. Okay, maybe twice." A lever clanked. The doors swung outwards onto void.
Rory counted to ten, and prayed for divine intervention. He would even, at a pinch, settle for the Doctor. Nobody came. The starlight danced in ripples off the console; Rory thought of deep-sea divers and slow-motion astronauts, Neil Armstrong drifting in grainy black-and-white.
He was opening his mouth to protest again when she jumped.
There was no time even for dread. The rope seared across his fingers and jerked as it reached its full extent. The drop beyond the threshold fell away beneath him, and he almost toppled. Whichever way he looked, whole galaxies were spinning.
Suspended just beyond his reach, Amy was laughing. The belt on her jacket floated loose like the tail on a kite. Her lips formed the words, Breathe, Rory, though the roar of adrenaline through his blood muffled the sound.
He couldn't breathe. After the initial shock, he could barely see. The logical part of his brain recognised the flight-or-flight response, the stripping out of extraneous detail until only the essentials remained.
There was nothing left in the universe but him and Amy, and the space between them. He wrapped both hands around the tether, and held on with everything he had.
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Date: 2016-04-03 08:09 pm (UTC)I hope the feedback encourages you to write more Amy/Rory! :D
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Date: 2016-03-26 08:40 pm (UTC)This was beautiful, honey. Perfect Ponds. :D And who doesn't love seeing space...FROM SPACE?! Always adored that scene!
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