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helishdreams) wrote2011-12-23 12:51 pm
helishdreams) wrote2011-12-23 12:51 pm
Entry tags:
wrong and right; [rory/amy, eleven/amy]
Title: Wrong and Right.
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Amy, Eleven, Rory (Rory/Amy, Eleven/Amy)
Wordcount: 281
Summary: He didn't have to like the way she smiled at him.
Spoilers: to be safe, at least up to Amy's Choice
A/N: I ship Eleven/Amy a ridiculous amount, which goes against everything I've always held in terms of Doctor/Companion shipping (ie. don't), so this is my way of reasoning it. That and resolving my love of them with events in recent episodes. Un beta-ed so all mistakes are mine, and I'll apologise in advance for rambling in the style of fanfic.
It was only the heat of the moment, he reasoned with himself. Only the heat of the moment, the exhilaration of conquering the Angels that made her want him. She only wanted him because he was there, that's all it came down to- that's all it would ever come to down to.
(but that didn't change the fact he'd let himself kiss her back)
He'd managed to convince Rory it was a mistake. He'd managed to convince Amy it was a mistake. Hell, he'd even managed to convince himself that it was a mistake. And The Doctor was never wrong.
(was he wrong to kiss her back, then?)
Well okay, it was a mistake. Maybe. But that didn't mean he hadn't enjoyed it. And that he hadn't felt, for one tiny moment, that it wasn't completely wrong of him to kiss her back. But she had Rory, and really, he was stupid to think he'd ever make her life complete. It would never end well, it could never end well, so he was forced himself to watch- no, forced himself to enable their relationship back into being.
But that didn't mean he had to like it.
He didn't have to like the way she smiled at Rory
He didn't have to like the way that they kissed after they'd survived something life-threatening (again).
He didn't have to like the way they shared this connection, this history.
And he certainly didn't have to like that they were getting married four hundred years in the future, seventeen years in the past, four million miles away, tomorrow.
He had done the right thing, he knew that- so then why did it feel so wrong?
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Amy, Eleven, Rory (Rory/Amy, Eleven/Amy)
Wordcount: 281
Summary: He didn't have to like the way she smiled at him.
Spoilers: to be safe, at least up to Amy's Choice
A/N: I ship Eleven/Amy a ridiculous amount, which goes against everything I've always held in terms of Doctor/Companion shipping (ie. don't), so this is my way of reasoning it. That and resolving my love of them with events in recent episodes. Un beta-ed so all mistakes are mine, and I'll apologise in advance for rambling in the style of fanfic.
It was only the heat of the moment, he reasoned with himself. Only the heat of the moment, the exhilaration of conquering the Angels that made her want him. She only wanted him because he was there, that's all it came down to- that's all it would ever come to down to.
(but that didn't change the fact he'd let himself kiss her back)
He'd managed to convince Rory it was a mistake. He'd managed to convince Amy it was a mistake. Hell, he'd even managed to convince himself that it was a mistake. And The Doctor was never wrong.
(was he wrong to kiss her back, then?)
Well okay, it was a mistake. Maybe. But that didn't mean he hadn't enjoyed it. And that he hadn't felt, for one tiny moment, that it wasn't completely wrong of him to kiss her back. But she had Rory, and really, he was stupid to think he'd ever make her life complete. It would never end well, it could never end well, so he was forced himself to watch- no, forced himself to enable their relationship back into being.
But that didn't mean he had to like it.
He didn't have to like the way she smiled at Rory
He didn't have to like the way that they kissed after they'd survived something life-threatening (again).
He didn't have to like the way they shared this connection, this history.
And he certainly didn't have to like that they were getting married four hundred years in the future, seventeen years in the past, four million miles away, tomorrow.
He had done the right thing, he knew that- so then why did it feel so wrong?