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The Story of Rory

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The Doctor was dead.

Amy started shouting. I don’t think she even realised she was doing it. You know when they show on the news those women who have just lost their entire families under a mudslide? It was that kind of noise. Just grief without words because there were just no words that suited.

It wasn’t even the kind of noise that did anything. I’d like to say the noise shattered glass or something. But it didn’t. It was just loud and horrible.

She gripped my hand, really, really tightly, crushing it. I let her. It was all I could do. I just stared at the Doctor lying on the shore, the waves edging towards him. He’d been so tall a second ago. Now he was tiny, like he wasn’t real. Rain was already soaking his clothes.

Over Amy’s screaming, I could hear a strange little clickety-clickety noise, over and over. It was Dr Bloom’s hand shaking so much the gun rattled. His face… he looked as though he didn’t know what he’d done. He was just shocked. He looked so unhappy, I wanted to run to him. Only I couldn’t. Because I was holding Amy, and I would never let her go.

Funny that. The most amazing person in the universe drops dead in front of you and I wanted to go and hug the man who’d done it because he looked so sad.

The gun fell out of his hands and onto the beach with a wet slap. Dr Bloom looked up at Prince Boris. ‘There,’ he cried. ‘Are you happy now?’

Prince Boris waggled a hand equivocally. ‘So-So,’ he rumbled. ‘The Sea very much wanted the Doctor’s brain. I just found him rather annoying.’

‘He killed my wife,’ murmured Bloom, his voice simple. ‘You told me he would. I wasn’t able to prevent it. I had to do something.’

‘I know,’ Prince Boris sounded bored. ‘You were supposed to shoot him earlier. It’s a bit late now.’

‘Yes,’ said Dr Bloom miserably. ‘Yes.’

The Doctor just lay there on the beach. The initial shock was fading, and I was starting to realise a few troubling things. Funny how selfish you really are. If the Doctor was dead, that meant we were stranded here. Living out the rest of our lives in the past. With no decent plumbing and terrible food and… oh yeah, the French Revolution just about to start. What would we do? How would we make a living? What if the TARDIS turned up – could we get back into it? Would Amy be able to fly it? How would we get back to Leadworth? Was that even where Amy would want to go?

Her pressure on my hand grew. ‘Do something,’ she cried.

Which was, in the circumstances, the least helpful thing she could have said. I mean, what? But my medical training kicked in. I went to his body, rolling it over. It was amazing how neat that little bullet hole was, how pale the Doctor’s face was. Strange – I’ve never seen his face at rest before. Even when he’s thinking hard, or staring at you, his face is moving, alive. But this wasn’t. It was dead.

I felt his heart. And then his other one. The other annoying, impossibly wrong one. Nothing. There was no point to any of this. Gunshot to the head.

I even found myself giving him artificial respiration. Funny that – kissing the Doctor. Really, you know, should have been Amy. Kissing him goodbye. But maybe, just maybe – I mean, he was an alien. Maybe he didn’t keep his brain in his head. Maybe that was where he kept an appendix or something else a bit useless. Maybe he was fine. Just needed a bit of TLC, bringing back to life.

Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

I felt Amy’s hand on me. Gentler this time. Just resting on my shoulder. She was crying.

‘Rory,’ she sniffed. ‘It’s OK. You can stop.’

But I didn’t. Not for a bit.

Eventually, I stood up, letting Amy wrap her arms around me. We looked at the Doctor’s body.

‘Bet this isn’t what he had in mind,’ I said.

Amy sniffed, almost laughing.

Prince Boris was still standing there, gently amused by the whole thing. Wasn’t it Russians who made bears fight each other? Have I got that one wrong?

That look on his face – bored triumph. That was what did it.

I decided – This wasn’t the end.

I’d had the Doctor in my head. I knew what heroes did. It was time to be one.




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