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You know, sometimes I fell like I understand the Pocket - it’s so boring around here, why not bother people for the sake of something interesting? 

Ohhhh a demon aye? What sorts of things can demons do? It’s been awhile since my last lesson with the more handsome of the Winchester brothers.

Event 10

Oh come on, Sam, there has to be a down side to all of this. Sudden powers with no draw backs has me waiting for the other shoe to drop - right on our heads.

#blog #blog sam #//hahaha I know the kitsune bit is going to make her more bold #//and perhaps a bit of a liar

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Oh come on, Sam, there has to be a down side to all of this. Sudden powers with no draw backs has me waiting for the other shoe to drop - right on our heads.

Event 10

You know, I could actually get used to this. We all predicted the pocket screwing with us right? I didn’t exactly think it would work out to my favor.

#blog #blog sam #//she's a Kitsune!

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For a moment, Amy was focused on calming the child in her arms, but when her eyes met Rhys’, there was a heavy sinking in her stomach – a cross between disappointment and fear. She hadn’t realized what she was doing – it was just a mother’s reaction – but Rhys looked as if he might just grab the child out of her arms right there. And he had a good reason. Emrys was, after all, his child, and not hers.

There was a pause, both of them staring at one another, and then Rhys began ordering about as if nothing had happened. Was he angry with her? She hoped not, but it still wasn’t her place. Amy shifted the boy around in her arms. “No…no here the boy needs his father. Go ahead – I’ll clean…you…go be with your boy.” Before Rhys could even remotely protest, the ginger pushed through to her next statement. “I wouldn’t be a very good hostess if I allowed you to clean up my house, now would I?”

Making sure she had shifted him properly so that the Welshman could take his son, Amelia muttered a ‘sorry’ so quietly she barely heard it herself.

Emrys was not her child. He was the child of Rhys and Gwen. Amelia would do well to remember that.

Tunnel Vision // Amy and Rhys

#para rhys #//sorry it's short #//what she does next sort of stems on what Rhys does

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“I know I can’t but I hope---“ They were both talking over one another in a flurry of truths, and Amelia had to reach out and put both of her hands on Rory’s chest to get them both to stop talking. It took a moment for her to collect herself, and she rested her head down on his shoulder before wrapping her arms completely around her husband in a hug. “It’s alright, Rory. You can want a child. I’m not angry with you.” Ahhhh truths. Every word was true – it was the words she didn’t say that were the sneaking lies from beneath. She wouldn’t hate him for it, but she would destroy herself in a heartbeat.

Pulling back, Amy kissed Rory once, briefly, and then let her hands slide down his arms to his own, her eyes following them. How was she to address this? Reaching up with one hand, she brushed the bob-length red hair out of her eyes – it had been growing alarmingly fast, much like Emrys, and she hadn’t had to worry about what it would look like short for very long.

“Rory, I know that I can’t have children again after –“ She cleared her throat, and then locked gazes with him, “---but that doesn’t keep me from hoping. I just…find the boxes of them and I can’t help but think that if I just kept trying…kept hoping…kept…pulling you to bed with me.” Her tone was deflating further and further with each word, and she pulled a slightly shaking hand to her mouth. “I’m sorry…no we’re fine. Everything is fine.” And it was fine. That wasn’t a lie. But what exactly did that mean? They couldn’t do anything about it – that much was very true. Pulling Rory’s other hand up to her face, she leaned in to kiss him, looking on verge of tears.

“There are other ways to have another child. And when we get out of here…..”

She couldn’t even finish the sentence.

Underneath these truths are lies  || Amy and Rory

#para rory #lies

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Amelia wasn’t as exhausted as her husband, but her shoulder was killing her. It would take half the men on this Pocket to pull her away from him, now that they were properly wrapped against each other, and as Rory’s eyes drooped and he mumbled his practicalities at her, she smiled softly, stroking the hair on his temple and simply letting him fall asleep. Nothing else mattered anymore – now that he was here, and now that Amy had found him again, she knew she could do anything and everything, Pocket restrictions or not. They would both get out of this clinic, and live with their daughter and Emrys again, and their family could be as it was always meant to be. Even though she was already pulled up against him, Amy shifted lightly, making sure not to jar her husband – she was still not fully aware of the extent of his injuries, and now was not the time to find out. Her head fit neatly into the crook of his neck, and she kissed lightly, silently letting him know she was there through his haze of drugs and sleep. “I’m never letting you go ever again, Rory Brian Williams.” And then her own haze of exhaustion too her.

He’s (not) a Dead Man || Owen, Amy, and Rory

#para rory #dead man #//I figure this one is over #//unless you want Owen to walk in and find them? #//which is just fine by me

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I....actually agree with you, Doc. I wouldn’t mind an expansion, but my family is all here. I know it bugs them to the end of the universe that they can’t explore and travel, but if this place would stop trying to kill us, I’d be downright happy. 

Though I am sorry for the Doctor and River. It must be maddening to stay in one place. And we really have to figure out the deal with his regenerations.

Alright. Honesty hour.

I wouldn’t mind staying here if only this blasted place was bigger and less likely to kill us at any moment. Do you think if I wish for an expansion this Christmas we’ll all end up crammed together like sardines in a tin?

On the bright side, however, this place has a distinct lack of Jackie Tyler. (Sorry Rose.)

Come on, ‘fess up. Who here actually still has a burning desire to go home? I need to know, for … research purposes.

#blog #blog john #//yes she's eating as she's on the computer #//shame on her #//hahaha

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Amy couldn’t imagine what Rhys was going through – to be second to Jack at a time like this. For a brief moment, she thought of Rory, and then instantly squashed all of it down. She knew she was a hypocrite, she just had never been on his end of the situation. She only knew what it felt like to be in the middle. “I’m sorry, Rhys. There’s always hope, you know, even if you don’t see it now. It’s something the Doctor has taught me – always hope. Always a way out.” All of the words she wanted to say to the man – how perhaps he wasn’t the one who would pull her out of this, how he wasn’t horrible for not being able to – she wasn’t sure they would go over well, so she kept them to herself, sipping on the scotch and looking concerned. “I should go have a talk with Jack and ---“ From upstairs there was a series of frantic footsteps and the sounds of something crashing, and Amelia was already out of her seat and to the stairs by the time Emrys had started screaming out. Up the stairs she went, passing Paisley in the doorway of her bedroom, his head down and tail between his legs. Emrys was in the hall, where there had been several things on a table, as well as a lamp. The poor kid was on his stomach, crying, with Amy’s photobook sprawled out a foot in front of him, and the lamp in shattered pieces behind him. “Oh Emrys…” Without thinking, Amelia bent down and scooped the boy up, looking him over for scrapes and cuts and kissing his forehead before finally snuggling the boy to her.

Tunnel Vision // Amy and Rhys

#para rhys #tunnel vision

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Amelia was sorry that she had asked about him, but she also had a feeling that Jack hadn’t touched such memories in quite a long time. Was it better to leave them be, or to stir them up every once in a long while for the sake of appreciation? Whomever Gray was, he was close enough to Jack to still cause pain after all of those years. Or perhaps it had only happened just before Jack had arrived in the Pocket? It was so difficult to tell sometimes. “Jack…I…appreciate how much you’ve been willing to tell me, and….I won’t pry anymore. For now.” There was the hint of a smile at the corners of her eyes, but her eyes themselves held gratitude and sorrow at the same time. “I know you don’t give yourself easily, but the fact that you are willing to for my sake is….” Amelia swallowed thickly, for a moment, and then simply gave a small smile. There really wasn’t a word to express how grateful she was.

Reaching out, Amy took Jack’s hand and put it to her cheek, closing her eyes from the comfort of someone - anyone – who was willing to distract her from the pain of losing her husband. His skin felt cold compared to her cheek, and simply laid there for a moment, before pulling away and kissing his palm, once, and allowing him the use of his hand back. “I’m…exhausted, Jack. Thank you for the stories, and the donuts,” She laughed softly, and then gave him a nod, “and I think I might have to call Owen in before too much longer for some more pain medication. At least they knock me out pretty well.” “Remember – you are always welcome at my house, Jack. And I’m sure River could use help with Emrys.”

Lady of the Flowers ↯ Jack + Amy

#para jack #//I feel like I've dragged this out #//forgive me #//so we can end this after your reply?

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Ohhhhh Silver Fox? Is that what we are calling him now? I approve - he does look a bit like a sexy grandpa, now doesn’t he?  Ugh I can’t believe I just said that. AND he’s Scottish! Nothing is swishier than a Scot. That is a fact of life. (Well, he acts Scottish, anyways)

If you are still wondering what Rory and I get up to, you could always come join us. Oh my god I’m so sorry normally those things stay in my head.

Oh, I can’t stand the green tweed. But the purple tweed’s not bad! Plus, that coat is longer, and swishier. It’s the swish that’s important, you see.

I. Um.

Wouldn’t know. And you know I’m not lying. Time Lords, we don’t reproduce the same way.

Now I can’t stop wondering what you and Rory–

I mean.

Anyway. 

What the Doctor does in the privacy of his own regeneration is his business, but I’ll say that the silver fox regeneration after Chinny has a snazzy sense of style.

#blog #blog john #//bahahah omg I'm so sorry #//ahahahaha

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The truth field was more amusing to Amy than anything else – there was no threat to herself or Rory, because they told each other everything anyway. So when her husband returned home with Paisely, she didn’t really think a thing about his words until she actually processed them. Amy had been sifting through a couple of her pieces of writing, and hearing the door open, she went to go show them to her husband – he enjoyed reading her works, even if she wasn’t all too proud of them herself. I want another child. “I know.” The words were out of her mouth before she realized it, and she stood wide-eyed in front of Rory, a stack of papers in her hand that she had been about to hand him. “I have a stash of pregnancy tests under the dresser – BLIMEY – wait you do?!” The entirety of the few sentences they had just said to each other threatened to give Amelia whiplash, and swallowing thickly, she set the papers down on the side table by the door, her heart pounding in her ears. Why had she just told him that? Seems they didn’t tell each other everything after all.

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Underneath these truths are lies  || Amy and Rory

Honestly, Rory hadn’t been worried about the truth field. He and Amy were in a good place, both back at home and healthy, and anything that he probably should have been worried about coming out while the truth field was affecting the town, he hadn’t thought about in a rather long time.  

At least, consciously. Perhaps that kind of thinking had been a really bad dose of overconfidence. 

He’d spent his morning walking Paisley around town after checking in at the clinic. When Paisley was officially wiped and ready to curl up, the two of them head home, Rory whistling the entire way. On his way inside, he saw Anwen sitting outside next door, so with a sigh and friendly smile, Rory waved before walking inside.  

“I still want another child,” He said wistfully, walking into the living room behind Paisley before settling into the couch. He hadn’t even realized that he’d said it out loud or that Amy was nearby. 

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#para rory #//guh this is crap #//but I promise it will get better #//getting back into the swing of things

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Amy couldn’t help but light up with the man at the thought of the Doctor getting slapped. “Who do you think?” She quirked an eyebrow, “His wife, of course. I’ve seen River slap him so many times I’m not entirely sure he doesn’t have a ducking reflex around her.” She was trying her hardest not to laugh - he was her best friend, after all - even if the Doctor deserved it from time to time.

“Oh Doc,” She sighed, and leaned into him again. “I’ll be alright. There isn’t anything to be done besides healing, no matter how much I want to...” Her throat tightened, and for a moment, she tried to clear it, not wanting to fall into a fit of tears.  “Go, Doc....go to her. You’ll regret it if you don’t, I promise.” She couldn’t exactly push him away from her as an emphasis to her statement, so she shoved at him with her head, and then gave him a smile. “I promise I’ll still be here, and I’ll still need someone to talk to. For now - I’ll live.”  Her own face fell a little as she looked at him, realizing how tired he looked, and how much older he seemed because of it. “And...remember to take care of yourself, yeah? You’re of no use to anyone if you pass out on us.” It came out a lot harsher than she had intended, but it was true. One more body was not something Owen needed right now. “Go see Rose, Doc. Go on.” 

That Kind of Doctor | Doc + Open

#para john #kind #//we can end this in a couple of posts I think?

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Well, Rory and River and I live next door to your parents, so we are there if you ever need us. And our dog, Paisley, loves wandering over there to find Emrys, so if you see a Golden, he’s ours. He’s free to come and go next door as he pleases, so I hope you like dogs!

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#blog #blog anwen

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Truth field? This is simultaneously the best and worst thing that will ever happen to us.  What do you think of the Doctor’s sense of style? It’s horrid, yeah? Like who even wears tweed and pants that are too short and bowties other than professors? OH! Maybe that’s why River became a Professor? It must be some kinky roleplay thing they have together. Not that role play in the bedroom is kinky - Rory and I have this thing where we ------

Oh. Oh, this is terrible – absolutely the worst, but actually quite fun as well.

By fun I mean some of us like to talk too much and actually secretly like to gossip, I’d blame it on Donna but that’s an outright lie and 

Sorry Donna. But I do know you love the gossip rags too. 

Anyway! Point is! There’s a truth field about again, and the last time this happened I sort of tried bottling it in but it doesn’t really work that way. So let’s try something. Talk to me! Ask me questions! It’s honesty hour! I’ve been far too bored and not living dangerously enough, and clearly I feel the need to do something incredibly daft.

#blog #blog john #///ahahahaha whoooops

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“It wasn’t so much a problem with me being a Scot, but with me being a lass who is used to speaking her mind.” Amy smiled lightly at the man to let him know that she wasn’t phased by his words, but it didn’t stay long at the idea that his wife wasn’t in the greatest of places. “So….why is she better off with Jack right now?” The house was momentarily quiet, and Amelia lifted her eyes to the ceiling for a moment, relaxing when she could hear the sounds of toys knocking about and giggles. Her motherly instincts kept the noises in the back of her mind, always monitoring where the boy was in the house. Her attention shifted back to Rhys, and she frowned slightly, taking a sip of the scotch. “Jack is a good man to be with right now..erm…in the strictest sense of the word. I know he cares about her, and she’ll be safer than the rest of us with that Captain watching her constantly.” She had gotten the impression from seeing previous online interactions that Rhys wasn’t fond of the man, but could she blame him?

“Are you…living in the same house together?” It was an intrusive question, she was aware, but she knew for a fact that Rhys would shut her down if he wasn’t going to speak about it.

Tunnel Vision // Amy and Rhys

#para #para rhys

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Goodness - almost 100 years from Rory and I. Technically. We were born in the 1980′s and...well it’s a long story. I suppose we could be long lost relatives, but it doesn’t quite matter now, does it?  So you’ve found your father and you’re staying with him? Do you need anything? 

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#blog #blog anwen

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I....right...yeah. I’m Amy Pond -erm, Williams. Well, not like...your family Williams. We aren’t related - my husband’s last name just happened to be Williams. Do you happen to remember Rory? Was he here when you were here last time? When did you come from? 

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#blog #blog anwen

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Amelia let out a soft laugh, leaning forward on the pillow so that she could place her lips against Rory’s. “Shut up, stupid face,” she murmured, and then kissed him gently and deeply - almost in a lazy fashion. They were both in pain, physical and emotional, and she didn’t want to overdo it.

Another laugh snorted from her as she heard his heart monitor speed up a little, and it spurred her to kiss him even deeper, despite her previous cautiousness. It was beyond intoxicating to be able to kiss him again, despite their current conditions, and after kissing him languidly for a couple of minutes, Amelia pulled away, regret in the lines around her eyes, despite the smile on her lips. “You think Owen would be mad at us if we just fell asleep together like this?” One of her hands reached up to smooth out Rory’s hair in a gentle movement. Her own eyes were heavy as she gazed at him - a combination of the kiss and emotional exhaustion.

He’s (not) a Dead Man || Owen, Amy, and Rory

#para rory #dead man