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Amy arrived in town via a stolen horse while the sun was still down. She had also made off with a building map and a small barrel of kerosene. Whatever the old woman said, Amy knew that the people didn’t want to live like this. They were just afraid, that’s all. She knew if she could just give them a push in the right direction, she could maybe spark a revolution.
It wasn’t a ridiculous thought. The Doctor might talk a big game about leaving alien cultures alone and not interfering, but she knew for a fact that he had incited rebellion on many planets before. If he could change the course of history, she had just as much right to do so as well.
She used the light from her phone to check the building map. She knew exactly which building she would target: the armory. The building itself was made of stone, but the interior should be lined with wood, and if she could get a big enough blaze going then the gunpowder from the weapons should take care of the rest. She dismounted from her horse, and rechecked her inventory. She needed remarkably few things to carry out her plan. The sonic screwdriver, taken from the pocket of the sleeping Time Lord, kerosene, matches. She had considered going for the psychic paper, but she didn’t want to push her luck and risk waking The Doctor.
The Armory building was tucked away on a back street. It was relatively innocuous looking, with two guards posted in front. Amy circled around back, there was a heavy iron door, unguarded, but locked from the inside with no handle visible from the outside. She pointed the sonic screwdriver at the part of the door where the tumblers would likely be. She heard the click that told her the door would swing open freely now, and she dug her nails into the tiny gap between door and wall, and tugged it open.
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“Doctor! Get up, Amy’s gone.” Rory frantically shook the Doctor awake. “She left this,” he said holding out her letter.
The Doctor scanned the letter quickly.
“What on Earth does your wife think she’s doing? Is she trying to get herself killed? And what do you mean you want to leave? Wait, no, not important, well, sort of important, but not right now. OK, we need to figure out where she went and why, and we probably need to save her, wait! Call her phone.”
“Good idea.” Rory fumbled for his own phone and rang Amy’s number. “It’s straight to voicemail, she must have turned it off or disabled it.”
The Doctor made an exasperated sound. “OK, we can find her, no problem, but we need to get to the TARDIS, we can lock on to her time stream and it should pull us right to her.”
“Last time we did that in Apalapachia it went all wrong and we didn’t get to her for almost forty years.”
“Look, I don’t have time to explain right now, but Apalapachia’s time was all wibbly, the time here is standard linear, we won’t have the same problem as before. CONRAD! We need to get back to your farm and we need to do it NOW.”
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Amy crept around the boxes. The building looked deserted, which is what she has hoping for. She didn’t want to accidentally hurt someone, she wanted to blow up the weapons, not any people. She opened up one crate and peered inside, it was full of rifles. No good, these wouldn’t be loaded while in storage, meaning no gunpowder. She moved on to the next crate, walkie talkies. Even worse. The third crate, however, was the motherload, grenades.
“Why do they even NEED grenades?” she muttered to herself.
She reached into her backpack, pulled out the barrel of kerosene, and splashed some onto the crate before pouring the rest into a line leading back out the door. She was going to have to light the kerosene trail, and then run like hell. She hoped the stone walls would protect the two guards out front, but she wasn’t going to be anywhere near the explosion when it happened.
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Fortunately the Hollenbrook farm was only 8 kilometers away from Conrad’s farm and the TARDIS. Conrad’s own horses were workhorses, sturdy but not very fast, so he called in a favor from a friend to borrow his two fastest stallions.
“I’ve grown rather fond of that girl. Her heart’s in the right place, she just aint thinking right. You go stop her from doing something stupid.”
With that, Rory spurred his horse forward, galloping at breakneck speed. He was infinitely grateful for his time spent as a Roman, he had been rather good on horseback. Those skills were coming back to him, now, in his moment of need. The Doctor, also very experienced on horseback, followed closely after.
When they reached the TARDIS Rory went and immediately flung open a trunk and retrieved his old centurion sword. Wherever Amy was, she was probably in trouble, and he wasn’t about to show up unprepared. The Doctor ran to the control panel and began punching in instructions to find Amy’s time stream.
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Amy stood in the doorway, matches in hand. She lit one, smelling the acrid phosphor. She looked at the kerosene trail on the floor.
“Oh God, I can’t do it.” She knew she couldn’t risk killing those two guards out front, she would never forgive herself. She lifted the match to her lips and was about to blow it out.
“Don’t move an inch,” threatened a voice behind her. She felt the muzzle of a gun pressed into the small of her back. In her alarm she dropped the match.
The flame kicked up for an instant, but the guard ran in front of the trail and kicked it out. He turned to Amy, gun pointed at her.
“That’s it, I hereby condemn you for arson. Turn around and put your hands behind your back.”
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“I’ve got her, she’s downtown, looks like she’s in, or near, the jail. Whatever she was doing it looks like she got caught, which is exciting really, this should be fun after all.”
Rory wanted to punch the Doctor for acting so flippantly while his wife was in danger, but decided against it. The Doctor was probably right, they’d go in, probably fight some people, get Amy, and escape. In retrospect it probably would be exciting.
The TARDIS landed in the middle of the prison courtyard. Rory was running out the door when it had barely even materialized, sword in hand, with the Doctor right behind him.
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
Four shots rang out.
Rory froze in his tracks.
In the middle of the courtyard, a figure with flaming red hair fell to the ground.
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Four shots, ringing out, entered the residual tear in the time vortex made by the materializing TARDIS.
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“Amy!” Rory screamed, running towards the fallen figure. His sword clattered to the ground behind him.
The guards looked up in alarm and instinctively raised their weapons.
“That’s my wife! Get away from her!”
The men were unsure for a moment, but seeing how the man running towards them had dropped his sword, they decided it would be best to let him approach the body. Family had privileges after all.
The Doctor approached more cautiously. He didn’t see clearly what had happened. All he could tell was that someone had just been shot. He wanted every second of plausible deniability he could have. If he saw Amy, lying there in the dirt, he’d know it was her. He’d have to face that awful fact, and he would have to face it eventually. For now, however, he would walk as slowly as he could.
. . . . .
Four shots, ringing out, travelled through the time vortex, faster than the sound they were composed of.
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Rory reached the body, lying crumpled and bleeding. She was facedown and the exit wound from the bullet had turned the back of her head into an irreparable mess. He gingerly turned her over, peering into her face.
Entry wounds are never as messy as exit wounds. She had just a small, charred hole in her forehead, barely bleeding. Her eyes were still open. Green, and familiar. Her lips, still petal-pink, were parted in an expression of surprise. Amy.
Rory clutched her tiny, broken body. He was openly weeping, frantic sobs were racking his body. The Doctor approached the scene and was reminded of holding his own daughter in his arms while she died.
“Do something Doctor! Save her, you’ve done it before, she’s died BEFORE, you saved her then, BRING HER BACK!”
The Doctor pulled a medical scanner from his pocket and ran it over Amy’s body.
“Rory, she’s gone. There’s nothing I can do. She never died before, she was still mostly alive, she’s really dead now.”
“No, I don’t accept that. I was brought back, you were brought back, so many people have died and come back. Why not her?” Rory was shouting now.
“I never brought you back, and I didn’t bring myself back either, she did. I can’t save her. Rory, if I could, do you think for one second that…”
The Doctor trailed off. Something was happening that he didn’t understand.
“Rory, her hand.”
Rory followed The Doctor’s gaze. Amy’s wedding ring was glowing with yellow time energy.
“Doctor, what’s happening?”
Rory pulled Amy’s hand closer and gazed intently into the ring. Suddenly, a beam of light exploded in Rory’s eyes, filling him with energy.
Rory screamed, tried to pull away, his entire body was on fire now. The Doctor began backing away, and the guards raised their weapons, pointing at the spectacle before them.
Rory’s body filled to the brim with light and energy, and a wave exploded out from him, knocking the guards unconscious, and flinging The Doctor to the ground. And then it was over. Rory knelt still, in the dirt and pooled blood.
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Four shots, infused with sorrow and loss, moving through the time vortex, made their way towards an infinite point in the distance.
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The Doctor felt a familiar presence. He didn’t know how it was possible, but he should know better than to discount the impossible by now.
“Rory?”
“You. You’ve finally taken everything from me haven’t you? I didn’t even know who you were, and you found me anyway. I didn’t even know who I was, but you still destroyed EVERYTHING.”
“No, no this isn’t true. Rory Williams! Rory the Roman! Rory, Mister Pond, you’re Rory!”
“Rory, he’s still in here.” Rory kissed Amy’s forehead and gently laid her back on the ground before rising to his feet. “You’d be better off if he wasn’t.”
“But how could you have survived?”
“The silence, Doctor. They pulled me out of the Time Lock, imprisoned my Gallifreyan form inside the very same white point star diamond that broke through the Lock before, and they sent me to Earth, to marry Amy and to father River, you didn’t think that a Time Lord could be made just by conceiving in the TARDIS did you? You’re a fool. And I was their failsafe, because now, Doctor, I’m back. I’m the Master, and you just killed my wife.”
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Four shots, infused with sorrow, loss, and a burning hatred for The Doctor, made their way out of the Time Vortex, through the untempered schism, and deep into the psyche of a small boy, standing in front of the tear, for the first time.
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“I didn’t kill her Rory, I tried to SAVE HER!”
“You killed her. With every planet you took us to, every situation you dropped us in, you knew eventually that we’d end up dead. You put her in danger, deliberately, because you get off on having an audience stand in awe at your genius. You would rather let people die, than not have your loyal band of followers.”
The Doctor was silent. Rory moved around to where he had dropped his sword.
“I always thought killing you would make me happy, even if I didn’t understand why. But I want you to know, Doctor, that even when you’re gone, I’ll never be happy. Nor will my daughter, nor will my wife. You’ve killed us all, and how many others. I wish I could make you live with yourself, with the guilt, but you just get over things so easily. So this, it really is all I can do.”
Rory lunged at the unarmed Doctor. His skill as both an expert fencer from his life as the Master, and his skill as a Roman Centurion, made him a terrible and deadly foe. His emotions, however, made him sloppy. His vision blurry from tears. The Doctor dodged his swing and, in a moment of pure reflex, threw him away from him. Rory stumbled backwards, tripped over one of the unconscious guards, and landed directly on his bayonet blade that had bent in the explosion of time energy and was sticking straight into the air.
Rory gasped. The blade had gone straight though his sternum. His lungs were filling with blood. The Doctor ran to him.
“No, no no. Rory, RORY! Please don’t, Rory, MASTER! Regenerate, do something!”
Rory sputtered, looked over at Amy’s body growing cold.
“I’m Rory,” he coughed, and was still.
. . . . .
The Doctor dug the grave himself. Leadworth, where they had met, and fallen in love. He dug one hole for both of them, laid them in each others arms, and covered them over with dirt. On the stone he erected he had carved the inscription:
Amy and Rory
They Waited
He had one more stop to make.
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