Rory Williams (foraboy) wrote in expresslogs, @ 2012-01-10 15:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | !dice, rory williams, {jenny |
Not Awkward at All
Characters: Rory, Jenny
When: sometime after this
Location: one of the touring cars
Warnings/Rating: None anticipated
Summary: Rory thinks that Jenny might be his granddaughter.
Status: private, ongoing
To say that he was overwhelmed would be an understatement.
First of all, Amy had been pulled from a time when he had been lost to cracks in time and space, but before he had been made plastic. All right. He could deal with that. She had remembered him once before, after all - there was no reason why if he continued to be her friend and try to nudge her along she wouldn't remember again.
There would be the additional problem of the fact that she wouldn't remember their first year of marriage together, but... stepping stones. First she needed to remember him. Then he could tell her all about their adventures with the Doctor.
Which, of course, would inevitably lead to the Melody Pond / River Song issue.
He wanted to think that he was jumping to conclusions, about Jenny, but really - Amy had always said that she thought that River was the Doctor's wife, and Rory had never seen the Doctor act even remotely interested in anyone else. He'd had his concerns about his relationship with Amy in the beginning, but... he knew now that that was completely platonic. At least on the Doctor's side. He hoped. He tried not to think about it, really.
Which meant... there was a very, very real possibility that River Song was Jenny's mother.
Which left him in a bit of an awkward place.
So he was trying to do the right thing, meeting up with her and talking about it, because... he was a decent guy. And he'd rather get it out in the open now than get blindsided with it down the road.
Besides, this way he could make sure that she knew about Amy's situation, and knew to tread delicately around it. If she hadn't seen The Pandorica yet, there was no way she knew about River. Melody. ... Either of them really.
He tried not to drag his feet as he walked along to the touring cars, unable to decide if he hoped that he was jumping to conclusions, or if he hoped that he wasn't.