trans_9 | Bedtime Blues

Even with the small amount of time Amy had spent on Stacy so far, she'd still had plenty of time to observe the comings and goings of the crew. Seeing so many of them as children, especially when she knew a good portion of them as adults, was a little past the point of peculiar. Travels with the Doctor tended to lean toward the strange side of things, so she guessed she should probably be used to it by now.

The really odd part, though, was not the many children now running around the ship (screaming, almost all of them, wow), but the one small child who seemed to have adopted her fiance, and who wouldn't leave Rory's side for anything. It was alright with her. With the Doctor on his mission, having something to patter around the TARDIS that wasn't Jamie's little feet (yeah, still weird, that) was kind of nice, even if it wasn't necessarily normal. Getting him to go to bed was almost as bad as getting the Doctor to sleep, too, it seemed.

Amy held the door to their bedroom open, the bunkbeds obvious in the room behind her. "Come on, then, the room's all ready for you."

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"I'm not tiiired," Conner whined tiredly, behind her. "Rory, tell your giiirlfriend I'm not tired."

"Of course you're not." He settled his hand on Conner's shoulder, guiding him into the room.

The pitch of the whine suggested something completely diffract, after all. "But I'd like you to listen to Amy and lay down for an hour at least, you've had a long day. And if you're still not tired, then you can get up and we can find something else to do. Sound fair?"

He smiled at Amy over Conner's head, it had been a long day, for all three of them. He wasn't sorry for it, but they were all exhausted.

Exhausted was probably an understatement, judging by the look on Rory's face. Amy wasn't sure exactly what it was about kids that drained your energy normally, but an entire ship full of them did quite the number for it.

"An hour's not bad at all," she agreed, stepping back to allow Rory room to steer the kid. "You can even pick which bunk you want, how's that?"

"Fiiiiine," Conner said, running over and climbing up to the top bunk.

Deciding he didn't like it (he liked heights but he didn't relish the idea of sleeping high in the air), he dangled over the edge and climbed back down, jumping into the bottom bunk bed.

"Tuck me in!" he urged them. Then looking more embarrassed about it, he asked in a quiet voice, "Please?"

Rory laughed, following Conner into the room. He really was a cute kid, hesitant and eager for attention, somehow at the same time. It was depressing and sweet.

"Alright, Alright, I'm coming. Tight enough?" He smoothed the blankets down, unfastening the cape from Conner's shoulders so he wouldn't choke, but not removing it from the bed. He felt like his dad at the moment, it was a bit strange. "Now remember, you'll need to stay in bed for at least an hour."

And if he made it five minutes, Rory would be incredibly surprised, Conner had been running around like a wild thing today. Seemingly limitless energy of a little boy or not, he still had a limit. He brushed Conner's hair out of his face, glancing back at his fiancee, face soft. This felt right, he wanted to share it with her.

Amy hung back just far enough to be out of Connor's way while he bounced from one bed to the other. She moved closer as he settled into the bottom bunk, her eyes more on Rory than the boy. With one hand, she reached to aid Rory in the process of tucking Connor in.

"One hour, and no cheating," she added, fully aware of her own childhood tendencies to wander around doing other things when she was supposed to be sleeping. With the blanket up to Connor's chin, Amy allowed her hand to drift to Rory's shoulder. Hopefully it wouldn't take Connor long to settle at all. The sooner he did, the sooner she would have a little more quiet time with her fiance. It seemed to be something that happened less and less with all of the clock business flying around.

"Not even a tiny bit of cheating?"

Here comes the pouty face.

"Not even the smallest bit of cheating. Heroes follow the rules, don't they?" He smiled at Amy, bringing a hand up to give her's a squeeze.

He missed being able to spend time with her, but so many things were happening and they were short handed as it was, even without half their staff being kidnapped or turning into toddlers. "Sleep well, Conner. We're right next door, if something happens." He smoothed the dark hair of the tiny face, shaking his head at the exhausted pout. "One hour, Conner. S'fair, yeah?"

"Right next door," Amy agreed, though it was both a confirmation of what Rory said and a small reminder that they would hear if Conner decided to jump out of bed and cheat.

She squeezed Rory's hand back, and the small smile while she watched the two of them couldn't be helped. He'd make a great dad, Rory Williams. It wasn't hard to see, and Amy couldn't help but feel the slightest bit proud for finding this one out. Beautiful thing.

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