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[Doctor Who] nursing would be a dream job if there were no doctors (Amy/Rory)
Title: nursing would be a dream job if there were no doctors
Fandom: Doctor Who
Length: 668 words
Prompt: Let's Make Out Ficathon: Doctor Who - Amy/Rory - AU; Amy is the Doctor
Pairing: Amy/Rory
Other: AU as per prompt.
Excerpt: Rory was not looking for trouble; he never was. Trouble always managed to find him. He sometimes thought he became a nurse as an extension of his childhood tendency to follow around the other kids and try to clean up after them.
Rory was not looking for trouble; he never was. Trouble always managed to find him. He sometimes thought he became a nurse as an extension of his childhood tendency to follow around the other kids and try to clean up after them. He'd never been the popular one.
So it was quite a surprise when he rounded the corner in the hospital and the red-headed woman grabbed him and kissed him. It wasn't that he'd never been kissed before, or that he'd never been kissed on the job. (He'd dated a fellow nurse briefly last year before she decided to move to America.) It was the way that the woman kissed -- hard, with a nip of teeth, her hand certain on his shoulder. She beamed up at him afterwards.
She was wearing a bright white minidress, a riot of colorful necklaces, and plain black boots with no heels. Rory blinked. He hadn't tasted alcohol on her breath, so this must be some kind of mistaken identity situation.
"Can I help you?" he asked politely, taking a step back. The woman took a big step forward and wrapped her arm around his, leading him on down the hall.
"I do think you can!" she said, her Scottish accent thick and unapologetic. "I do believe you're just the man. What's your name?"
He wasn't sure where he was being herded, but it was definitely away from the emergency room towards the quieter parts of the hospital. He really ought to call security in case she had a bomb or had escaped from some kind of psych ward, but he kept walking.
"Rory Williams," he admitted, since it was on his name badge.
"Rory," she said, trying it out, rolling around the R's. "Rory, Rory, Rory... Yes, that's perfect. Oh, this voice is so fun. Rory, I'm the Doctor, pleased to meet you. And duck!"
Rory was on the ground before he knew why, the woman beside him on one knee. Something whined past the place where his chest had been a moment before. The Doctor (who hadn't given him any further name, perhaps she thought that the title conferred enough authority that he would listen) pulled a little metal stick from a pocket in her dress and held it up. The stick whirred. Rory covered the back of his head with his arms, but no further noises followed before she was grabbing him by the arm and pulling him back up to his feet.
"Come on now!" she said, urging him to run in the direction from which the other noise had come. That was exactly the opposite direction that Rory wanted to be traveling in, but it didn't seem right to leave her on her own. He followed.
"Doctor who?" he managed to ask. He thought he was in pretty good shape, but she wasn't even breathing hard as they pounded down the corridor. She grinned at him again.
"Just the Doctor, it's plenty enough," she said. "So, Rory, how do you feel about travel?"
Rory was feeling rather buffeted by the woman's force of personality. "It's all right," he allowed.
"Good, good," she said, clearly not listening. They rounded the corner and Rory knew they'd have to stop now, because the only thing in this hallway was a vending machine. But standing in front of the vending machine was a large blue police telephone box, which definitely had not been here last week, when he had bought a bag of crisps.
"In you go," she said, unlocking the door with her hands as she glanced around behind them. Her eyes creased for just a moment in worry.
Rory had absolutely no intention of going into a dark, cramped space with this woman (although his hormones wanted him to say otherwise). But then she flung open the door and he could only stare in wonder.
"Come on now, before they catch up!" she said, pushing him in before her, and he took a step forward into something new.
Fandom: Doctor Who
Length: 668 words
Prompt: Let's Make Out Ficathon: Doctor Who - Amy/Rory - AU; Amy is the Doctor
Pairing: Amy/Rory
Other: AU as per prompt.
Excerpt: Rory was not looking for trouble; he never was. Trouble always managed to find him. He sometimes thought he became a nurse as an extension of his childhood tendency to follow around the other kids and try to clean up after them.
Rory was not looking for trouble; he never was. Trouble always managed to find him. He sometimes thought he became a nurse as an extension of his childhood tendency to follow around the other kids and try to clean up after them. He'd never been the popular one.
So it was quite a surprise when he rounded the corner in the hospital and the red-headed woman grabbed him and kissed him. It wasn't that he'd never been kissed before, or that he'd never been kissed on the job. (He'd dated a fellow nurse briefly last year before she decided to move to America.) It was the way that the woman kissed -- hard, with a nip of teeth, her hand certain on his shoulder. She beamed up at him afterwards.
She was wearing a bright white minidress, a riot of colorful necklaces, and plain black boots with no heels. Rory blinked. He hadn't tasted alcohol on her breath, so this must be some kind of mistaken identity situation.
"Can I help you?" he asked politely, taking a step back. The woman took a big step forward and wrapped her arm around his, leading him on down the hall.
"I do think you can!" she said, her Scottish accent thick and unapologetic. "I do believe you're just the man. What's your name?"
He wasn't sure where he was being herded, but it was definitely away from the emergency room towards the quieter parts of the hospital. He really ought to call security in case she had a bomb or had escaped from some kind of psych ward, but he kept walking.
"Rory Williams," he admitted, since it was on his name badge.
"Rory," she said, trying it out, rolling around the R's. "Rory, Rory, Rory... Yes, that's perfect. Oh, this voice is so fun. Rory, I'm the Doctor, pleased to meet you. And duck!"
Rory was on the ground before he knew why, the woman beside him on one knee. Something whined past the place where his chest had been a moment before. The Doctor (who hadn't given him any further name, perhaps she thought that the title conferred enough authority that he would listen) pulled a little metal stick from a pocket in her dress and held it up. The stick whirred. Rory covered the back of his head with his arms, but no further noises followed before she was grabbing him by the arm and pulling him back up to his feet.
"Come on now!" she said, urging him to run in the direction from which the other noise had come. That was exactly the opposite direction that Rory wanted to be traveling in, but it didn't seem right to leave her on her own. He followed.
"Doctor who?" he managed to ask. He thought he was in pretty good shape, but she wasn't even breathing hard as they pounded down the corridor. She grinned at him again.
"Just the Doctor, it's plenty enough," she said. "So, Rory, how do you feel about travel?"
Rory was feeling rather buffeted by the woman's force of personality. "It's all right," he allowed.
"Good, good," she said, clearly not listening. They rounded the corner and Rory knew they'd have to stop now, because the only thing in this hallway was a vending machine. But standing in front of the vending machine was a large blue police telephone box, which definitely had not been here last week, when he had bought a bag of crisps.
"In you go," she said, unlocking the door with her hands as she glanced around behind them. Her eyes creased for just a moment in worry.
Rory had absolutely no intention of going into a dark, cramped space with this woman (although his hormones wanted him to say otherwise). But then she flung open the door and he could only stare in wonder.
"Come on now, before they catch up!" she said, pushing him in before her, and he took a step forward into something new.