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Day 9: Doctor Who, 2 Recs, Amy Pond/Rory Williams

Day 09 - A fic for your favorite live action TV show pairing*

Fandom Category: Doctor Who
Pairing: Amy Pond/Rory Williams
Fic Title: playing dress-up
Author: professor_spork
Link: playing dress up
Rating/Warning(s): pg.-13. Written after s5
Genre: Romance, introspection.
WIP?: No.

Why This Must Be Read: Amy, Rory, and the disguises we all wear. A love story.

Though it was written after the end of season 5, the characterization in this story has become even more canon and accurate. In some ways, it's a meta-fic for the themes of the Moffat era to do with running away, masks, vulnerability, and the different roles Amy and Rory have been given throughout the show, all framed by the glimpse of kiss-o-gram Amy we saw in the first episode. And it's done without being overly-dense, relying instead on dialogue and well-crafted scenes. Probably one of the best Amy/Rory fics in the fandom IMO.



When Amelia Pond is eight and a half years old, the Williams family moves into the house down the way. Which would be interesting in and of itself; the last time anything remotely exciting had happened on the street, it was because Mrs. Langley’d had a stroke, and the ambulance came. (Aunt Sharon made Amelia visit her after. She brought along one of her dolls, because her Doctor was probably better than the ones at hospital, but no one had seemed all that impressed.) But it’s even more interesting because they have a son her age, and if she can get to him before anyone else does, then maybe he’ll be her friend. Before he can be warned off, told how strange she is.

He surprises her by already being on her porch when she opens the door. He meets her halfway, and she likes that about him immediately.

“My name’s Rory,” he mumbles, staring at his shoes and looking up at her through his fringe. “What’s yours?”

And it suddenly occurs to her that this shy, awkward boy doesn’t know her. He doesn’t know what the other children say, or about her weekly visits with Dr. Fitzroy, or that Amelia Pond didn’t always believe that a mad man with a blue box would come and take her away someday.

“I’m Amy,” she decides. “Want to play a game?”



Fandom Category: Doctor Who
Pairing: Amy Pond/Rory Williams
Fic Title: Handlebars
Author: orange_crushed
Link: Handlebars
Rating/Warning(s): G. Written after 5x07.
Genre: Romance.
WIP?: No.

Why This Must Be Read: She walks through the halls mostly undetected, and she pretends it is because the Doctor has made her invisible. "Good plan," she whispers into the washroom mirror. She gives her reflection a cool thumbs-up.

Well the fact it's written by orange_crushed in all her poetic glory is the #1 reason to read it. The way the author has conveyed Amy's voice in every sentence is incredible. But what I love about this story is that it looks at Amy and Amy/Rory in all its brutal glory -- no smoothing over their edges, no ignoring the power dynamics, either way. Oh, and it features baby!Ponds in all their cuteness.



She is twelve years old, almost thirteen, and she is standing on top of the garden shed in an old blanket. It isn't a blanket, and it is. It's a toga. Never mind the flowers. She's about to be sacrificed to the gods of the volcano, represented here by a sandbox dragged underneath the awning. She closes her eyes and imagines the smoke and ash floating in the air around her, the low sound of chanting, the jingle of gold chains. She's tied her own hands together awkwardly with a handkerchief and her wrists are sweaty where they're rubbing together.

I'm not doing this, says Rory, from behind the hedge. "I quit. My dad's going to murder me for cutting up his tie. I look like an idiot."

You are an idiot, she says. She's the picture of calm. She's steely in the face of mortal danger, because she's not going to fall. She's got a plan. They always have a plan- her and the Doctor. The Doctor and her. "Now get into position."

No.

I'll sit somewhere else at lunch, she says, and the twist of the knife is almost audible. "I'll sit with Colin and Jamie every day." There is a silence from the hedge, punctuated only by the frustrated snapping of the smallest and frailest twigs. He's pouting. Resisting. A sudden well of cruelty bubbles up in her, something embarrassed and small, conscious of standing alone in a stupid outfit, the crazy girl acting out again. She needs him to play along. She thinks of Rory's greasy, half-empty sack lunches, the handful of change his mother sends him out with, only enough to buy a can soda or a bag of crisps. She knows where to needle him, the soft spot under his skin. "Ro-ry," she sing-songs. "I'll split all my sandwiches with them instead."

FINE, Rory hollers. This is a surprise. He stomps out in his ruined sneakers, clip-on tie hanging gamely together by a few remaining threads. He scowls up at her through sloppy, sideswept bangs. His face is red. She's never seen him this angry, or really angry at all. "I HOPE THEY CHOKE."



*disclaimer: right now
Tags: fandom: doctor who, ship: amy pond/rory williams, special: 30 day meme
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