fandomweekly | [#011] The Perfect Fit (Doctor Who)

Theme Prompt: #011: Handle With Care
Title: 'The Perfect Fit'
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating/Warnings: G; No warnings
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 632

Summary: He trembles as he slides the ring onto her finger. It's a perfect fit.

Something seems to be the matter with Rory. He paces anxiously, as though he's had too much coffee in only an hour. Then he crams a hand into his pocket, pulling out a small, red velvet box. "Marry me."

The statement is so abrupt that Amy isn't quite sure she heard him right. But there's the box, and he's opening it. A beautiful ring is twinkling up at her--

oh my God he's proposing to me Rory Williams is proposing to me oh my God

--she stares at him, and then at the box. Half-confused, she frowns at the ring. "Are you serious?"

Rory chuckles nervously, giving her his I'm-so-bloody-terrified-of-you-but-I-love-you-for-it smile. "Uhm. Yes?" Then, taking a steadying breath, he nods adamantly. "Yes. I'm absolutely serious. I've loved you ever since we were kids, Amy. Ever since I first saw you. You're all I've ever dreamed about. Marry me. Please."

For a long time, Amy just keeps staring, dumbfounded. This is so much to process, and she's having a hard time of it.

"Uhm...Amy?" Rory is starting to shake now, from nerves or fear--it could go either way. "Could you...could you say someth--"

He barely has time enough to clap the box shut before Amy throws herself at him, tackling him to the ground. Squealing, she covers him with joyful kisses.

"Is..." Squirming, Rory gasps for air. He grasps her shoulders and moves her off of him a bit. "Is that a yes," he wonders, stunned.

"Yes! Yes, yes, yes," she answers.

She lets him sit up, and holds her left hand out. He trembles as he slides the ring onto her finger. It's a perfect fit. Fireworks seem to burst in the diamond's facets.

"Oooh, look at me," she purrs, waving her hand around so the light catches the gemstone as much as possible. "I'm engaged."

Rory stares at her hand. "Okay, could you put it back now, please," he asks.

"What--you don't want me to wear my own engagement ring?"

"Of course I do. It's just that I paid..." Rory trails off for a moment. "A lot of money for it, and it isn't insured. I don't want you to lose it."

Amy rolls her eyes. Typical worrywart Rory. "Don't be stupid. Why would I lose it?"

"I'm just scared that you will. Please?"

"Oh, okay." She lets out a huff that's more of fondness than exasperation. After all, he means well. "You big idiot." Making a show of exaggerated caution, she removes the ring and puts it back in the box. "There," she adds coyly. "I'll take good care of it."

He beams happily. "I love y--" Amy silences him with a kiss.

The next several hours are a blur of excitement. Aunt Sharon is all atwitter, with suggestions for the date, caterers, venues. As soon as that almost eternal conversation ends, there's a phone call to Mels that lasts even longer. Amy hears a smug note in her best mate's voice.

"I told you," Mels states. "It's you and Rory all the way. Couldn't be anybody else."

"Yes, okay; you were right," Amy sighs fondly. "Rory's my boy..."

Late at night, though, she sits up in her bed, holding the red velvet box. A cold feeling of fear pools in her stomach.

She can't figure it out. Does she truly love Rory? Or is she only settling because he's always been there for her? The ring is a perfect fit.

But is Rory?

Her gaze drifts toward the box where she keeps her figures and cartoons from when she was a little girl. Uncertainty clutches at her, makes her feel that she's been backed into a corner.

Suddenly, Amy has the strongest desire to run. As far and fast as she can.

"Where are you, Raggedy Man," she whispers.