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24 September 2013 @ 11:00 pm
Ghost of things that never were  
Title: Ghost of things that never were.
Author: fate_incomplete
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Characters/Pairings: Amy/Rory
Word Count: 300
Summary: Rory watched Amy sleep, because he could, because she was safe.

A/N: Written for a prompt from ljgeoff - Rory having flashbacks of being a Roman.


He watched Amy sleep, because he could. He could get lost in imagined patterns amongst her freckles, the shifting shades of red where muted light danced across her hair. He could smile as he watched her eyelids flutter as she dreamt, wondering at what flights of fantasy she found herself caught in. He could take comfort in the soft caress of her breathe against his skin, because she was here.

She was safe. Alive. The ghost of her limp, lifeless body in his arms nothing more than an impossible memory of things that never happened.

She was safe.

Rory closed his eyes, trying to settle into sleep without disturbing Amy. Sleep rarely came easily these days, the slide towards restful blackness thwart with hidden traps and detours. Most nights he bypassed dreams of work, school, nursing, Leadworth and his otherwise normal life. Most nights his dreams were filled with the glint of sunlight off armour, the feel of a sword pummel beneath his fingers, the smell of leather, and the ever present need to protect, to wait.

He was Rory William, but he wasn't at the same time. He was a collection of memories. He was the boy who grew up knowing he wanted to be a nurse, yet he wasn't, he was a weary soldier with calloused hands from gripping a sword. He saved lives, he had killed, felt blood slick his hands. He'd barely begun, yet lived through countless years that piled up on top of each other to weigh on his shoulders.

Rory drifted into light fitful sleep, muscles never quite easing, vigilance soaked into every fibre. His hand moved, fingers brushing against Amy's cheek, feeling her warmth, seeking solace from her presence, reassuring himself even in sleep that she was still there, safe, alive.

The last centurion, standing guard.


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     Mandy: Eleven - Rory with Torcha_phoenixdragon on September 24th, 2013 01:27 pm (UTC)
Ohh, sweetie...she will love this!! I just know it! This is so very, very RORY. A man that is a mess of contradictions, yet driven by one simple need...

*hugs you close*
fate_incomplete: DW Rory/Amy kissfate_incomplete on September 24th, 2013 01:56 pm (UTC)
*blushes* this was a prompt she left for me about three months ago that I never got around to writing. I find it a little hard to get inside Rory's head at times because in a way he does boil down to a simple man. He is Rory, sweet, dependable, wonderful Rory, yet he is that mess of contradictions as well.

*holds you*
LJGljgeoff on September 25th, 2013 12:04 am (UTC)
Yay! This is perfect. I love the way you showed the conflict between healing and the Centurion's job of killing. I think that Rory would both hate the Centurion and appreciate him, and you got that very well. Thank you!
fate_incomplete: DW Rory/Amy kissfate_incomplete on September 25th, 2013 12:26 am (UTC)
*hugs* happy you liked it! That internal conflict between healer and soldier is fascinating.
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