This was something I came up with after the last episode of Doctor Who (too many feels!) and I was wondering if you’d like this short, fluffy, smut-free one shot?
This was inspired by a recent turn of events regarding a specific Doctor Who episode and images on Tumblr of a certain Tom Hiddleston…
The doorbell was ringing, but I paid no attention to it.
Why? Why kill Amy and Rory? Why Moffat?
“Darling! Can you open the door for me, love?”
I finally managed to move my limbs, slowly climbing of the crouch and lumbering towards the door.
It took me a few times, but I managed to slide the key into the lock, turn it, and unlock the front door of my apartment.
The door swung open to reveal my boyfriend of seven months – Tom Hiddleston. I was still disbelieving of that fact, but he disproved the idea that it was a dream by visiting me or phoning me once a day, depending on his schedule.
“Darling?” he question, looking me over once; wearing shorts and a tank top, mascara and eyeliner smudged around my eyes and a thick blanket around my shoulders. “Are you okay?”
I mutely shook my head and pointed to my laptop, more specifically, the page it was opened on; Tumblr, on the ‘AmyxRory’ tag.
“Oh, sweetheart,” Tom instantly knew what I was upset about, and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into his embrace.
I buried my head into his chest, tucking my arms beneath his and breathing deeply, trying to keep the tears at bay.
“Moffat’s evil,” I muttered after a few minutes of silence.
“I know, love, I know,” Tom pressed a kiss to my hair, stroking my back.
“I mean, why lead us on like that, and then destroy all of our hopes?” I asked, looking up at him, my voice scratchy from wailing for the last hour after the episode.
Tom knew exactly what had happened to me; he knew all about the dynamics of any given fandom, and, more specifically, he knew about the different stages of the aftershock.
“Come on, love, you need to rest,” Tom stroked my hair, before turning me around in his arms.
He pushed me in the general direction of the sofa, and turned back to the still open door, shutting it behind him and locking it, placing the keys in the bowl beside the door.
When he turned back to me, he chuckled once, seeing I hadn’t moved other than the few steps he had pushed me forwards.
He caught me up in his arms and led me towards the sofa, sitting down with his back against the arm and pulled me onto his lap, resting my head against his chest and spreading the blanket so it was over the two of us.
With my head to the side I could see the photos of Amy and Rory on my laptop screen, which caused a whimper to lodge in my throat.
Tom laughed once more, before reaching across and shutting the laptop down, removing the image of Amy and Rory.
“Just try to get some rest, sweetheart, I’m here,” he murmured, stroking my hair and whispering in my ear.
“But…” I tried to begin, but he gently ‘shushed’ me.
“We can discuss this at a time when you’re more stable, slightly less likely to break down again and when there’s chocolate on your lap.”
I smiled slightly at that; he had been paying attention to the video on the internet about the aftershock.
“You’re the best,” I mumbled, kissing his chest gently.
“Only for you, my love,” he replied, shuffling about slightly to get more comfortable, before settling down. “Just have a sleep, darling; Doctor Who won’t be going anywhere until Christmas, and that’s 87 sleeps away.”
With a smile on my face, and still sad thoughts about Rory and Amy’s last moments together, I finally drifted off into a peaceful slumber, once made only better by the man lying beneath me.