[After the Wedding of River Song, before TATM. I just have to do some with Rory and Amy. This is titled '1' because I'll probably do more with them. Also, the same way with Clara. I may do multiple ones with her. Still deciding.]
It was Christmas Eve, and Amy was humming a christmas carol and Rory was wrapping one of the last presents. Both sets of their parents were sitting by the fire, just talking. All of their cousins were around as well. Most was right in the household. Not that neither was thinking of their daughter or son-in-law. Because, to be honest, that was all they could think about.
They sort of wanted them to be there, but they also had no idea how they were going to explain to their parents the situation. Brian might somewhat understand, but the rest of the family... No. How do you explain something like that, anyway? 'You know our honeymoon? Well, we were actually travelling all over time. Amy also got pregnant and kidnapped, then our baby was taken away to kill the man we were travelling with. Our baby ended up growing up with us as Mels, but then she changed her face and she's actually older than us and married to that man she was trained to kill. Not to mention that she's also part alien.'
Yeah.... No. But then again, was there any other way to put it? Not really. The family had met him at her wedding, but it wasn't obvious what happened. He didn't actually meet meet the family. They had no clue who he was. "Rory...." Amy said quietly to her husband. "I don't know." He said, shaking his head.
She bit her lip and nodded. "Come on, then. Let's go have Christmas Eve dinner with your wonderful mother." He said sarcastically. She laughed at hit his shoulder. "Shut up, stupid face."
-Halfway through dinner-
"Did anyone hear that?" Amy's cousin, Devon asked loudly. "Hear what?" Augustus asked him. "I don't know, it was sort of like-" She made a wheezing noise. Amy shot up from the table. "Thank God." Rory said, getting up quickly as well. He followed her towards the door, as did Brian (who somewhat knew what was going on), and her parents (who wanted to know why they were being so rude to the rest of the family).
"Amelia? What's going on?" Tabatha asked from behind her. She ignored her and flung open the door. Brian turned towards her. "It's very confusing. Don't even try to keep up." He said seriously, and then followed his son and daughter-in-law.
"What? Where are you going?" Augustus called out towards them. They just kept on walking to the other side of the road.... was that a police box? "I haven't seen that here before." He muttered to his wife. Tabatha nodded. "Wait, isn't that the same one from the wedding?"
Amy banged on the door repeatedly. "Open this door right now!" She yelled. "I hate him sometimes." Rory muttered.
The Doctor finally opened the door and walked out. "Hello, Ponds!" He scooped them in a bear hug. "Wait-Is that lipstick on your neck?" Rory asked him angrily. "If River isn't in there, I'll kill you!" Rory barged past the Doctor and went into the TARDIS.
Augustus looked to his wife. What? "Who's River, and who exactly are you? Don't give me that John Smith nonsense again." He told the Doctor. "Yeah. Who is River?" Brian added.
"Rory! She might not be d-" The Doctor called into it, but was cut off by a loud yell. "-dressed yet." he finished. "What do you mean dressed? Inside there?" Amy's mother asked curiously. "Trust me, they're fine inside there." Brian told her reassuringly. "How do you know who he is? What is Rory still doing in there?" Augustus said to Brian.
"Look, Dad, it's complicated. This is the Doctor. Rory went to get River Song. We sort of have some things to tell you." She said quietly. "What king of things?" He asked, dread starting to bubble. "Oh, nothing bad! Well, sort of not bad. Kind of bad. We'll just have to tell you."
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Telling the family
FanfictionAmy and Rory's parents find out about River (after being interrupted during Christmas Dinner). A Doctor Who fan fiction. These stories are based on characters and situations created and owned by BBC and Steven Moffat. No money is being made from t...