{ log: closed ; ongoing } pond flirting with pond. true love at last.

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

When; Tuesday, May 17th
Rating; PG-13 for possible Pond²-flirtatiousness?
Characters; [Bad username or site: waitsforever title= @ livejournal.com] & [Bad username or site: waitedforyears title= @ livejournal.com]
Summary; Team TARDIS and their clones.
Log;

Amy takes Rory's hand halfway to the store. It's an almost unconscious gesture; the events of last night have left her confused and a little shaken, not that she'd admit to that. Why are there copies, clones of everyone and what were they doing with the clock, why were they doing it. And what did the message mean that they'd all heard?

Amy's trying to sort through that in her mind, but she stops dead in her tracks when she sees long legs, a mini-skirt she knows all too well, and familiar red jumper. Eyes travelling up confirm her first thought.

Her clone is standing across the street, next to a copy of Rory.

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[waitsforever.livejournal.com]

Okay. Amy seems to have this in hand. And seems to be making...well, non-terrifying decisions. The good ones that involve arguing with a clone of herself (which is, by the way, still incredibly hot) about not leaving him. What's worrisome is that his clone hasn't done anything yet. So he takes a step over to him.

"Hey," he says quietly, and Roryclone doesn't notice he's there until Rory reaches out and prods him gently in the upper arm. Upon which his clone blinks, tenses, and turns to look at him. "Anything you feel the need to get off your chest? Tell me I'm a crap person or something?" His clone glances nervously between him, and the Amys, opens his mouth slightly, closes it again, and stays silent. That...is not very helpful.

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

Amy's clone doesn't look convinced, not at all. Quite the opposite, it seems she has regained her composure and opens her mouth, no doubt to tell Amy that she's the stupid one and they will leave her in the end. It's almost funny, how clearly Amy can predict her clone's thoughts, now that she's figured out what line they run in.

Amy shakes her head. "Oh no you don't. They won't leave me, certainly not for the reasons you think." Rory's died and technically that means he has left, might leave her again, but he can hardly help that.

No. Amy trusts him.

And with that, her clone just disappears.

[waitsforever.livejournal.com]

Rory stares. So does his clone. Amy's clone is just...gone. And it seems to be because she argued it into disappearing, or something. Rory looks rather helplessly at his completely silent clone, who shifts from looking at where Amy's clone disappeared to looking at Amy rather sadly.

Rory pokes him again, and his clone says "Ow" and rubs his arm. Alright, he can talk. "What do we do about you?" Rory asks. "Or...do you know what the clock's about?" His clone gives him a wide-eyed look like a deer caught in headlights. Bugger this. He turns to Amy, instead.

"Thank you." That first. A pause. And then, "Should we just go to the shop, now?"

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

Amy, too, is staring at the space previously occupied by her clone. The now empty space. Which really doesn't make any sense at all.

"Where did she go?" she mutters, but then shrugs and looks back at Rory. Well, at the Rorys (Rories, Rorys, why is she thinking about how to refer to two of her boyfriend? Right, 'cause it might come in handy. Unlikely, with the way Roryclone is shifting, and unlikely with what happened with her own clone, but still).

"Yeah, let's go."

[waitsforever.livejournal.com]

Rory holds out his hand at a slight angle from himself in case Amy wants to take it again.

"Feel free to join us...?" he says for the benefit of his clone. Might make him look less mopey. Hopefully. Clone nods slightly and follows along slightly behind them as they walk.

"So...what was that about?"

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

Does she have to talk about it? Does she? She doesn't, right? At any rate, she really rather wouldn't. Rory doesn't know how afraid she's been (is) sometimes.

So she shrugs. "I've no idea."

But she does take his hand again.

[waitsforever.livejournal.com]

"You--she just disappeared," Rory says, unable to really get over that. "How did that work?" He glances back at his clone. Alright. So his difficulty saying things sometimes has been aggravated. Amy's...well, her fears were aggravated. So if he confronts his clone about his fears, will the clone disappear?

Of course, that would mean his clone would have to be confrontable. He thinks about this.

"Amy...if you don't mind...will you take his hand as well? You don't have to, it's just an idea."

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. She did." Amy waves her free hand vaguely to where her clone was standing, and shrugs again.

At his request, she tilts her head to study Roryclone for a moment. He's so... quiet. She's seen Rory quiet, of course, but not like this. And it's still Rory, isn't it? Somehow? What harm can holding hands with two of them do? (It doesn't help that her mind jumps to different things she could be doing with two of Rory, much less innocent things... Her husband is not the only one with thoughts in that direction, of course not.) So she holds out her hand to Roryclone and gives him a hopefully encouraging smile. "Well, c'mon then."

[waitsforever.livejournal.com]

Roryclone's eyebrows raise, and then he smiles back, very nervously, but still smiling. Rory takes this as hopeful, and therefore waits, as his clone hesitantly walks over to them, looks down at Amy's hand, and has a bit of a struggle actually getting his hand out, like he's worried this is a joke, and she'll pull her hand back as soon as he goes for it. Rory lifts up his own hand holding Amy's other one into clearer view, a bit pointedly, and finally, his clone takes Amy's hand, and then smiles again, a bit of a watery one this time. Wow. This is really awkward.

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

Awkward, yes. Amy's not great when it comes to sensitivity, so her first instinct is to hit Roryclone in the shoulder and tell him to man up, but... she's sensitive enough to know that probably wouldn't go over so well.

"Right." She turns to Roryclone, her encouraging smile still firmly in place (she hopes it doesn't make her look like too much of a lunatic). "We're off to the shops. Come along, will you."

[waitsforever.livejournal.com]

"Alright," says Roryclone in a sort of mumble, nodding.
"Good man," says Rory, relieved that they've actually got him talking...sort of. That's the first step. He's not entirely certain what the second step is, but he's sure it'll come to him. Or Amy. At the very least, he now has someone else to fob carrying groceries off onto.