Spiders, Time Lords, And Timey Wimey Mischief

Chapter 14

Hey, we're coming to the end of the story now. It's been quite the journey with you all, this being the very first full story I ever wrote (back in 2015). I hope that these last few chapters bring you enjoyment to read :) And please, if you have read this, do tell me your thoughts in a review at the bottom of the page, even if it's just a few words, it would mean the world to me :) I always appreciate knowing others thoughts on the work I spent a lot of time and effort writing. Thank you.

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Rory didn't even look up as the Dalek disappeared, as he continued to weep and cradle Spidey, rocking backwards and forwards slightly.

His forehead was now pressed against Spidey's, and Amy, who also now had tears in her eyes, was gently stroking Rory's arm comfortingly.

The room only possessed a cold, lonely, and empty feel to it now, as if the very life had been sucked out of it, as they sat in silence.

The Doctor stood there, screwdriver still loosely held in one hand by his side, staring at the space where the Dalek had been, a distant, lost look in his eye, before he finally, slowly, turned around to look at the scene behind him.

With a look of great sorrow, he flopped down heavily on the ground to sit on the other side of Spidey.

Amy looked at him briefly, expressing her sadness, before turning back to Rory again. The Doctor looked over Spidey's form with sad guilt, before sensitively reaching a hand out and cupping the side of his face.

"I'm sorry," he said softly to him, breathing in deeply, before pulling his hand away.

The group just sat there in silence for what could have been mere minutes, or hours, softly mourning over Spidey. The Doctor kept his head down, while Rory continued to cry, holding him close to his chest. Amy sat at Rory's side, gently rubbing his back in small circles while gazing silently at Spidey, gentle tears falling from her eyes and trickling over her nose every now and then. And for all this time, not a sound, or a movement, bothered them.

"You know, he may just have saved the entire universe. If that Dalek had got out with that stuff..." the Doctor said, cutting off to give them the picture.

Rory just cried harder, "but, but, we just killed Spider-Man. Oh God, we just got Spider-Man killed!" Rory said in distress, the situation sinking in.

The Doctor just looked down sorrowfully, before looking back up again, "I know, I know Rory, but he sacrificed himself. He sacrificed himself to allow us to stop it. He saved us Rory, along with countless other lives," he said, trying to make Rory feel at all better, if he could.

"It still doesn't make it right though," Rory said.

"No, no it doesn't, but there's nothing we can do about it now. These things happen, even as much as it pains me to say it," he gently reached forward and placed a hand on Rory's arm. "But he did the right thing Rory; he was a hero, and a very good one at that. And you know, you were right, with what you said before, he was a lot like me," the Doctor said, with a small smile.

Rory smiled slightly with a small huff. "Yeah, he was," he said, stroking Spidey's masked face with a finger.

The Doctor smiled slightly, giving him a pat, before standing up with a groan and walking over to the teleport. "Well, I guess we'd better take this with us, can't exactly leave it here," he said, while beginning to fiddle with it again.

Rory just looked out over towards the door with a sigh, before, all of a sudden, he was startled out of his thoughts by a sudden moan sounding from close to his ear.

Rory's eyes widened and his face slackened in shock, before he whipped his head down to look at Spider-Man, who was miraculously moving slightly in his arms.