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[waitsforever]

I still remember it. Most of it. It didn’t go away after everything came back. And, yes, I know I’m being cryptic, but that’s on purpose because I actually really don’t want to talk about this but I don’t think I can stop talking until I do. Properly. Which is typical.

I died. I mean, once. Properly. I was actually really dead. Not just…dead in a dream, or nearly dead, or clinically dead for 10 seconds. I was shot, and then I died, and then I sort of never existed.

Doctor? Can you stop me, please, or cut the signal or…

There were these cracks. Cracks in space and time and Doctor, you really shouldn’t be listening to this. Amy had one in her room when she was a kid, and there was one right beside where I was shot, and I was sucked into it, or something. I don’t know. I wasn’t exactly alive for that part. Only then I woke up in Ancient Britain as an Ancient Roman and it was…really confusing. Because I remembered being Roman. I have my whole childhood there in my head, even though it didn’t happen, but it’s there, all my memories of…Roman…life, and Roman…stuff. [In Latin.] I can still... I can speak like this if I concentrate. [In English again.] My name was Gaius Valerius Constantius…Nasica and I was a Centurion, a really young one, actually, but I was really good and had an important family—which is ridiculous, really, because I was rubbish in gym class, but I had to be good, because I had to be a centurion. Because Amy remembered me being a centurion. It was just fancy dress for a party, and Amy fancied Romans, so I went as one.

It wasn’t even real, though. I wasn’t real. I was me, and then I was also Roman in my head, but I was actually a plastic robot thing. An Auton. And I… There was… I….

Amy didn’t remember me. We were engaged, before I was erased from time, and then she didn’t remember me at all. The Doctor did, but Amy…I dunno, I was just another soldier to her at the start. But I had to push it, I mean, the Doctor encouraged me but it was my fault, I wanted her to remember me. [He sighs. He’s starting to sound really unhappy.] So I sort of…came and talked to her, and she was happy and didn’t know why, and it was almost alright, and then they switched off the Roman, sort of, or switched on the Auton and they controlled me. The Nestene Consciousness. And then I shot Amy.

I don’t want to talk anymore. It’s not…I’ve said enough. I’m sorry.

I have it in my head, though. There was a way to save Amy, keeping her in…this box, and we had to wait until she could touch it in the future, when she was seven. So I stayed to make sure nothing happened to her. I wasn’t human, really, and I had to. It was my fault she was there at all. I’m 21 physically but….behind a sort of door in my head, there’s 1900 years of memory, and experience and I usually keep it shut but the City isn’t letting me, today. I just…I don’t…

I’m sorry.



[ooc: Rory is cursed with My Dirty Little Secret today, cursed to talk about ALL 1915 YEARS as the Lone Centurion. Ask him anything. NO REALLY. He will have to answer. And I will, of course, try my VERY HARDEST but I am not even close to being a History major. So mistakes are my fault, not Rory's. Pretend he didn't make them. Or correct me. He posted this at a reasonable time in the morning, too. Forward-dated. I'm just worried I'll sleep in too late.]

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[waitsforever.livejournal.com]

[It's good that it's...good. Probably. The kiss eventually kind of turns into a desperate clinging sort of hug, which Rory manages to get himself to break off before it gets really...claustrophobic.]

Thanks.

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[ Even with the hug no longer going on, Amy continues to sort of lean against Rory. She doesn't know whom that's supposed to comfort, Rory or herself. Maybe both. ]

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[Rory leans back. Mutual comfort is nice. It takes a while, but he speaks eventually. Quietly, but conversationally.]

Why...don't...we take off our shoes and socks and walk along in the ocean?

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[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

Yeah, let's. [ And she does just that, plus rolling up her trousers. For once, she's not wearing a skirt, so it's kind of necessary. Then she takes Rory's hand again, but there's much less dragging and pulling this time around. ]

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[waitsforever.livejournal.com]

[This is Rory doing his best job to be the distraction from this himself. He ties all the laces of their shoes together, shoves their socks into the shoes, and picks them up in his other hand to carry with them as they walk through the ocean, the surf rushing against their legs. It's nice, this.]

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[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

[ Definitely nice. And Amy is very decidedly not thinking about Rory dying and being erased from the universe, of her forgetting him and of the Doctor sacrificing himself for the universe. Of Rory being an Auton. Nope. ]

No work today? [ Yes, it's a stupid conversational topic, like talking about the weather, but hopefully it won't lead to any... terrible revelations. ]

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[waitsforever.livejournal.com]

No. They...made me take a day off.

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[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

Hm. Well. Good for me.

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Yeah. [Serious nodding face.] I mean this is probably more fun than work. [INNOCENT.]

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[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

Probably? [ Rising to the bait easily, because it's another distraction. ]

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[waitsforever.livejournal.com]

It's likely. Though, I mean, work is pretty fun. It's a close call, really. Cleaning up bed-ridden patients or walking on the beach with you.

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[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

I always knew you liked your work a bit more than is healthy.

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[waitsforever.livejournal.com]

Well, if you go and get sick, I can combine the two.

[He nudges her with his shoulder.] Um. Don't...actually take that seriously. Any of it really but...especially that bit.

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[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

I'm not gonna get sick to fulfil your crazy fantasies, stupid.

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[waitsforever.livejournal.com]

I know! I just mean...I wasn't asking you to. It came out weirder than I thought it would.

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[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

You freak.

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[waitsforever.livejournal.com]

[No words for that. Rory just raises his eyebrows at her, and then, slinging the shoes over his shoulder, leans down to scoop up water and splash Amy.]

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[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

[ Amy makes a noise somewhere between a scream and a laugh and runs a few steps away from him, splashing water in his direction as she goes. ]

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[waitsforever.livejournal.com]

[Shoes. You get flung onto the beach. And then Rory leans down to scoop up water at her with both his hands.]

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[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

[ Oh, it's so on now. Waterfight. Amy turns and kicks water at Rory before trying to run out of reach again. ]

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[waitsforever.livejournal.com]

[Rory can't dodge, water splatters across his front and he runs after Amy, trying to sort of kick water at her as he does.]

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[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

[ Amy is shrieking and running along the beach, looking over her shoulder ever so often to check on whether he's catching up - and whether he's still following, too. ]

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[waitsforever.livejournal.com]

[Rory just has a massive grin on. He'd be laughing if he had any breath left for it.

He could do with a water gun about now. As it is, he initially is trying to splash her too much to actually catch up, or splash her, really, but soon enough he starts focussing on catching up. To splash her at close range or push her into the water or something, he hasn't decided yet.]

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[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

[ Amy's a fast runner. She has the legs for it, and her time with the Doctor certainly trained her further in running away. But she isn't really trying all that hard right now. ]