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starjargon) wrote2014-01-06 12:20 pm
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31) Childish Sometimes
A/N- Consider this my apology for the tears of the previous chapter. Please review.
“Okay, tell me now- why did you do it?” commanded a very stern River, as she marched into the room, arms crossed as she glared at her father.
Rory looked up from the monitor, where he’d been keeping an eye on Amy and the Doctor, bumbling sheepishly and refusing to answer.
“Father,” River sighed out, very slowly and with a voice full of tension, “Dear. What in the name of all that is sane and right, made you think that was a good idea?”
Rory ducked his head, still unable to meet her eyes, before he answered her question.
“You two really expected me to be okay with being alone with him for 3 days?! I would have gone mad if I hadn’t thought of something to keep him entertained.”
“Well, now he’s certainly entertained alright.”
“Yes, well, I sent Amy to talk some sense into him. That was 12 hours ago.”
“You sent a child to reason with an even bigger child,” she said, exasperation mixing with sympathy in her voice.
“I didn’t think it’d go this far,” Rory lamented, still looking again at the scene before him.
“I know. I haven’t gotten him to stop for more than thirty seconds since I’ve been here,” complained River, “and that was only to eat- which he did really quickly before going back to it right away.”
“You’re lucky. I had to sit them both by the stairs in the console room that lead up to the kitchens, because they wouldn’t let that ridiculous thing out of their sight.”
“Okay- not a problem. We’ll just reason with them.”
Rory looked to his daughter sarcastically, while she shook her head as though to dislodge such a ludicrous idea.
“Right. Don’t know what I was thinking,” she said, moving to stand near her father.
“Honestly, it’s not that bad,” insisted Rory.
“Not that bad?” enquired River, raising one eyebrow as she took in her father, before she uncrossed her arms, walked across the room, and opened the door, where they heard the Doctor and Amy laughing and shouting gleefully.
“See,” Rory pointed to the door before River could get anything out, “at least they’re happy!”
“Yes they’re happy- they’re also completely neglecting everything and everyone because they’re spending all their time-“
“I know,” he interrupted her, his face so mournful she quickly lost any edge to her voice. “I can’t even get Amy to have a proper conversation with me, and the Doctor’s even been neglecting the TARDIS.”
“And his wife, who only gets to see him now and again- and this was certainly not how I expected to find him. Or her.” She made her way back to the screen, as Rory leaned sorrowfully against the door, giving up on the monitor altogether.
“Nothing to be done, I suppose. This has to end sometime, doesn’t it?” he asked his best friend hopefully.
“Of course- this is the Doctor and Amy we’re talking about. They’ll lose interest in time. Until then, I suppose you and I could- Oh no! What was she thinking?!” exclaimed River to herself, rushing down to verify what she refused to believe was on the screen.
“What?” wailed Rory. “What’s happened? Is Amy alright?”
“In a manner of speaking,” River said, running down the corridor to the console room, now empty of her mother and husband. “Is this your idea of a joke, Dear, because it’s not at all amusing,” she reprimanded the TARDIS, who hummed in feigned ignorance.
“River!” Rory grabbed his daughter’s arm, turning her from the time rotor to face him, “Tell me, what did she do?”
She gave one last pleading glance to the TARDIS, before turning to break the news to her father as quickly as she could.
“She’s added an escalator.” River pointed to this monitor which was also tracking the movements of Amy and the Doctor. Rory looked on in horror, defeated.
In the new room, oblivious to the distress of their respective spouses, the Doctor and Amy clapped their hands and shrieked in delight again and again, the slinky making its merry way down the eternal steps.
“Okay, tell me now- why did you do it?” commanded a very stern River, as she marched into the room, arms crossed as she glared at her father.
Rory looked up from the monitor, where he’d been keeping an eye on Amy and the Doctor, bumbling sheepishly and refusing to answer.
“Father,” River sighed out, very slowly and with a voice full of tension, “Dear. What in the name of all that is sane and right, made you think that was a good idea?”
Rory ducked his head, still unable to meet her eyes, before he answered her question.
“You two really expected me to be okay with being alone with him for 3 days?! I would have gone mad if I hadn’t thought of something to keep him entertained.”
“Well, now he’s certainly entertained alright.”
“Yes, well, I sent Amy to talk some sense into him. That was 12 hours ago.”
“You sent a child to reason with an even bigger child,” she said, exasperation mixing with sympathy in her voice.
“I didn’t think it’d go this far,” Rory lamented, still looking again at the scene before him.
“I know. I haven’t gotten him to stop for more than thirty seconds since I’ve been here,” complained River, “and that was only to eat- which he did really quickly before going back to it right away.”
“You’re lucky. I had to sit them both by the stairs in the console room that lead up to the kitchens, because they wouldn’t let that ridiculous thing out of their sight.”
“Okay- not a problem. We’ll just reason with them.”
Rory looked to his daughter sarcastically, while she shook her head as though to dislodge such a ludicrous idea.
“Right. Don’t know what I was thinking,” she said, moving to stand near her father.
“Honestly, it’s not that bad,” insisted Rory.
“Not that bad?” enquired River, raising one eyebrow as she took in her father, before she uncrossed her arms, walked across the room, and opened the door, where they heard the Doctor and Amy laughing and shouting gleefully.
“See,” Rory pointed to the door before River could get anything out, “at least they’re happy!”
“Yes they’re happy- they’re also completely neglecting everything and everyone because they’re spending all their time-“
“I know,” he interrupted her, his face so mournful she quickly lost any edge to her voice. “I can’t even get Amy to have a proper conversation with me, and the Doctor’s even been neglecting the TARDIS.”
“And his wife, who only gets to see him now and again- and this was certainly not how I expected to find him. Or her.” She made her way back to the screen, as Rory leaned sorrowfully against the door, giving up on the monitor altogether.
“Nothing to be done, I suppose. This has to end sometime, doesn’t it?” he asked his best friend hopefully.
“Of course- this is the Doctor and Amy we’re talking about. They’ll lose interest in time. Until then, I suppose you and I could- Oh no! What was she thinking?!” exclaimed River to herself, rushing down to verify what she refused to believe was on the screen.
“What?” wailed Rory. “What’s happened? Is Amy alright?”
“In a manner of speaking,” River said, running down the corridor to the console room, now empty of her mother and husband. “Is this your idea of a joke, Dear, because it’s not at all amusing,” she reprimanded the TARDIS, who hummed in feigned ignorance.
“River!” Rory grabbed his daughter’s arm, turning her from the time rotor to face him, “Tell me, what did she do?”
She gave one last pleading glance to the TARDIS, before turning to break the news to her father as quickly as she could.
“She’s added an escalator.” River pointed to this monitor which was also tracking the movements of Amy and the Doctor. Rory looked on in horror, defeated.
In the new room, oblivious to the distress of their respective spouses, the Doctor and Amy clapped their hands and shrieked in delight again and again, the slinky making its merry way down the eternal steps.