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Title: Behind Wide Eyes.

Author: Alexi95.

Characters: Amy, with mentions of The 11th Doctor & Rory.

Pairings: Amy/Rory and Amy/Eleven.

Rating: K+.

Timeline: Post Series Five Finale.

Word count: 472

Summary: 'Why did she have to remember now when she'd unknowingly made her final choice between her best friend and her childhood and beyond hero?' Xmas present for mossheart1235. Complete.

Warnings: Angst.

Spoilers: Spoilers for all of series five.

Disclaimer: All characters belong to Steven Moffat and the Doctor Who team.

Author's note: Xmas present for mossheart1235. I wrote this little ficlet for her...

Rory and I are sitting on a swing out the front of Amy’s house. “This is where we used to play. te where there, too... in a way.” He laughs darkly. “Nice. I met her first right... there.” I point over to the crushed shed where we met 15 years ago. I clench my teeth. No. This isn’t like you, Doctor. te can’t be... emotional. I mean, te could, but why drag it along? te have to get over it. But I can’t! It’s like a dibattito going on inside my head. “So that’s what happened to that shed.” He shakes his head. “We’d better go, before the fabric of time its self collapses,...

“DOCTOR!” I scream, my lungs burning in my chest. My body has turned to stone, I can’t feel them at all, and I’m sinking. Fast. My nose is burning, filling with the water. Doctor had taken me to the rightsun spiaggia on Gallifrey, his favourite place. but never thought that I’d drown. He runs out of the TARDIS, and spots me, my body sinking fast. My legs are numb, and my lungs are filling with the water. “AMY!”He yells, running towards me. How is he going to save me? He can’t swim! Can he? I lose consciousness, slipping into blackness...
“Breathe!” I hear an anxious voice, and...

“Amy! Amy, you’re alive!” Rory’s soft voice wake me, as he squeezes me tight. I sit up. then flop back down. “Ohhh... hardly.” My head hurts. “Don’t te remember anything?”He chuckles happily, and then squeezes me again. “How much did I drink last night? I don’t remember anything!” I groan, and he kisses my forehead. He looks somehow guilty. “What?” He looks away. “What are te so guilty about?” I laugh. “I’m not guilty! I’m just annoyed with myself for letting you... uh, drink so much.” He hugs me and walks out of the room, a tear trickling down his...