TITLE: Hymn for Those Left Behind
AUTHOR: kerk_hiraeth
FANDOM: Doctor Who (2005) S5;
LENGTH: 350;
CHARACTER(s): The Doctor (as portrayed by Matt Smith); Amy Pond; Rory Williams (in abstentia);
'SHIP(s): Amy/Rory;
SUMMARY: How painful is it to be the only one to remember someone else's true love?
A/N: This is the original version (in terms of pronouns) of this story; written during a time when I was attempting to write a non-fan's perspective (of the new incarnation) of Season Five as someone who grew up with the original show. That version was written at a time when few of us expected; though several of us hoped, to see a female Doctor one day.
In re-editing this I had wanted to try and reflect the fact the change in gender, but feedback from a non-binary friend has led me to decide to post this re-edit with those original pronouns.
I am aware that Amy was a kissagram; the change to strippergram is an attempt to reflect the different decisions she might have made because Rory wasn't a part of her life.
There's nothing left of him anywhere, but for a cheap ring; though not for a junior nurse on NHS wages.
He could see him in her eyes.
She never knew him; never smiled at some ludicrously uncool thing he'd done.
Had never joked about something said absent-mindedly; as the two of them walked under a tree by a stream, he would have loved.
Never punched his arm when he was particularly dense over some compliment she'd paid him.
But he can see him in her eyes.
He can see him in a momentary loss of concentration; eyes glazed over as she wondered what distracted her from some important thing that seemed to have... lost all importance.
He could see him in that way she has of seeming to turn; puzzling when someone seemed inexplicably absent from her side. Alone though the two of them were; he would see him in the way she shakes her head; turning back to continue her vibrant exposition of some piece of music; maybe a film...
… or complaint about some lousy disappointment of a boyfriend she had gone out with.
“I just wish, “ she would add; gently twisting a knife she was unaware of, “I'd met someone who mattered; someone who actually gave a damn. Most of them think; because I take my clothes off for a living, that I'm only worth a one night stand.”
Then she would sigh with resignation and, grinning, give him a gentle peck on the cheek; acceptance that The Doctor would always see her as 'their wee Amelia' – and he knew she was wishing he would see himself as so much more than her saviour from a disappointing existence.
But he could still see him in the turn of her lips; could recall him making some desperately unfunny joke that, nevertheless, had made Amy shake her head and smile.
“But you'll do, “ she'd tell him; with that cheek of a smirk on her face. “Gotta keep looking for that special numpty, huh?”
And his hearts would break just that little bit more that he thought was still possible.
kerk hiraeth
A/N: The title, and indeed this fic, were inspired by the use of this song; Hymn for Those Left Behind by Shannon Moore http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RcllKUL6YRg in the LGBT movie, Latter Days http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0345551/ from 2003. The director of that movie wanted his 18-year old Mormon missionary self to meet his middle-aged out and proud self; wondering how that would go; indeed a key moment in the film has a Mormon hymn, Abide With Me, performed in the background.