paixaorpg | Procrastination Destination [Inactive]

Character(s): Rory Williams and the Eleventh Doctor
Content: The Doctor finally stops mucking about and picks up Rory.
Setting: Central Station, for now
Time: Late morning, after this post
Warnings: None.

He really hadn't meant to wait this long. It was rare, though, that he interacted with his future, and things had happened, and... alright, fine, he'd been procrastinating. He didn't like people knowing more than him, not in general, even if Rory seemed to be a perfectly nice bloke. But Rory deserved better than this - the Doctor had abandoned enough people over the years, and he reminded himself guiltily of this fact as he walked in the direction of Central Station. Besides, what was he going to do, leave him alone and risk the Master getting ahold of him or his younger self learning something he shouldn't?

Never. Never again. It had already happened with so many of his companions - he wouldn't allow it to happen another time, especially not when he could prevent it. So he looked around at the station for Rory, hands in his pockets, and decided on a subtle, gentle approach so as not to startle anyone.

"RORY!"

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The shout of his name practically caused Rory to jump out of his skin. However, he quickly placed the voice and relaxed. He wasn't sure WHY he was jumpy since he'd known the Doctor was coming. He supposed it was just the fact that there wasn't much noise around here like people shouting like that.

He turned around, quickly spying the familiar sight of a man in a bow tie shouting at him. Yeah, he was used to that too, well, to some extent. Rory approached him. He was still a little nervous about this. He was only getting used to knowing a little more than the Doctor but the fact that he was now several adventures ahead of him made his head spin. This Doctor didn't even KNOW him yet. So, wasn't just meeting him messing up time? Unless the Doctor had hidden it from HIM when he'd returned? That would make sense but thinking about it too much made Rory's head hurt and he already had enough going on up there with the non-existent Roman!Rory's memories mucking about in his subconscious.

"Hello, Doctor. How was the trip to get fezes?"

Oh, there he was. He'd recognize that nose anywhere. The Doctor waved as Rory drew near, grinning, pleased he'd been able to find the other without much in the way of fuss. He refused to let the relief show on his face, not wanting questions - he could explain the Master a bit once he got Rory and Jenny together on the TARDIS.

"Oh, you know," came the reply. "Nice. My poor fez got murdered, though." He pouted a bit, but it faded quickly enough; he could always buy a new fez. "How's it going, Rory?"

Rory was not at all surprised to find out that the fez had been murdered. Perhaps that was just the way it was meant to be...something that couldn't be changed. No matter what, the Doctor could NOT have a fez. The idea amused Rory, although he was certain that the circumstances behind its death were probably not as insane as the one Rory had witnessed.

"Good, I guess. It's been quiet as far as I can tell but I figured that wouldn't last long as soon as I met up with you again." To be honest, Rory was starting to get sick of the quiet anyway. This might seem strange, given that Rory is usually a big advocate of peace and quiet...but not this bad. Usually he'd at least have Amy around to spice things up for him. Even Rory could be driven to boredom it seemed and since Amy wasn't here, well, the Doctor was the next craziest thing (although the Doctor probably would have argued he was the first).

The Doctor, contrary to what Rory had thought about his fez, had quite enjoyed having one; they were cool. He'd have to find another one in the future. "Oh, don't worry," he reassure Rory, though he probably shouldn't have, "I'll definitely get another one in the future. Soon."

He raised an eyebrow. "Really? I've been getting into all sorts of trouble. Traveling around the world-inside-the-castle, finding new clothes, doing lots of running, other stuff, show tunes..." But he was rambling. Really, he needed to stop that. "Oh, don't worry. You'll get into lots of trouble with me. It's a hobby."

"I never doubted that," Rory replied. He wasn't sure he wanted it to be soon, but based on his own experience he knew all too well that the Doctor would get another fez. Rory just did not understand this man and his fashion choices.

Rory also didn't doubt that the Doctor would be getting into trouble. Along with supposedly snazzy attire he did seem to have a knack for doing the opposite of "safe." Then again, when you could travel through time and space why bother being safe? Oh yes, Rory had learned this the hard way but he wasn't going to tell the Doctor that, "I figured as much, that's not to say I've been doing absolutely nothing, though. I did meet the other Doctor after all and Rose." There was also the meeting with Xion and Simba which had been a nice change of pace.

"Oh, did you meet Rose?" asked the Doctor, smiling. "Good." He still felt guilt over the way he'd clung to her, the first companion he'd taken after the Time War. He'd held on tightly, knowing that a relationship between a human and a Time Lord could never work, and letting himself have one anyway. And then when the inevitable had happened and she'd disappeared, he'd spent so much time hung up on her that it had helped drive poor Martha away. He'd moved on, since then, left Rose with a version of him that could stay with her, but he was careful to not fall for someone else; with his life, he couldn't afford it.

Setting his guilt aside for the moment, he patted Rory fraternally on the shoulder. "I hope you've been having fun at least."

Rory nodded, "Yeah, she was nice. Let me borrow some clothes to wear from the TARDIS closet. Though I picked up a change from one of the stores as well." The spare set of clothes was tucked in a backpack he'd also gotten at said store. He wasn't as packed as he had been when he'd gone to America, but still was trying to be prepared.

He smiled slightly, glad the Doctor wasn't acting weird about all of this. Maybe he'd had time to come to terms with everything Rory had said. "Yeah, I guess it's been fun." He hadn't DIED yet, that was a plus.

"Oh, that's good," came the reply. "Wouldn't want you running about in your pajamas. Well, maybe. I've done it once or twice." Come to think of it, he'd managed to save the world in his pajamas, but that was another story for another time. "You'll want to watch out for the shops. Some of the owners are picky about who they sell to." Frankly, the idea of restricting custom based on how the potential buyer was dressed struck the Doctor as decidedly ridiculous. He might have to do something about that.

"Oh, fun! Good! I love fun. Just had a lot of it you know." Wait, he'd said that already. Whirling on his heel, the Doctor began to lead Rory to the TARDIS, keeping a careful eye out for any signs of the Master. "Come along, Pond."

"Well, pajamas would be a step above what you showed up in when I first met you," Rory remarked. Of course, if he had shown up in pajamas he might have been the Pajama Doctor instead of Amy's Raggedy Doctor...that would have been weird, wouldn't it? Rory raised an eyebrow, "Picky? They didn't seem very picky to me. I mean their only discrepancy is that I pay them something shiny. That's not exactly picky." That was the opposite of picky.

Rory started following the Doctor, "It's not---oh nevermind."

"Probably because we're boys, and they don't seem to be as picky when it comes to us as to the women. Should have known, really; this place seems to be run on Victorian standards." The Victorian era really wasn't his favorite, not least because of his exile at the hands of a certain unamused Queen (as if he'd ever hold with that sort of thing anyway). "I'll have to take a look at that later." And by 'take a look', he really meant 'bring it down', but if Rory knew him at all, he'd realize what it meant.

He paid Rory's faint protests no mind as he led Rory on, occasionally pointing out places he liked and rambling on about what reminded him of which alien invasion he'd repelled.

Procrastination Destination [Inactive]

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