River Song knows better than anyone else how hard it must be to trust her. A virtual stranger who had blown into their lives with no warning at all and no light to shed on her past. At least, until now. Rory knew one of the secrets she seemed so insistent on keeping from the Doctor.
"Melody Pond is just a name - Rory you're injured! Get back in that bed!" It's there in her voice, a higher pitched note of concern. Worry for his safety and comfort. Typically that pitch of voice was reserved for the Doctor. It must have clicked into place for him now. Those strange looks she had given him from time to time. How white her face had gotten when she'd seen him holding Molly.
She goes unnaturally still when he touches her face and in her eyes, the saddest look ever. Ghosts of blurry memories came to her. Like the Doctor she held the ability to form a psychic connection and this close - she couldn't stop it from happening.
Melody Pond is a superhero
It's me. I'm Melody. I'm your daughter.
"Rory, don't."
She takes his hands from her face. Gentle, but firm. It's too much, too fast.
"I'm not little."
It was hard to keep her composure. She's not trying to be harsh, but the touch to her face had brought an unwanted contact with his mind. Not as strong as the Doctor's link, but it was there. Looking into his eyes, she felt the pull of his gaze. Questioning her. A father's touch. How had he made that transition so quickly?
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"Melody Pond is just a name - Rory you're injured! Get back in that bed!" It's there in her voice, a higher pitched note of concern. Worry for his safety and comfort. Typically that pitch of voice was reserved for the Doctor. It must have clicked into place for him now. Those strange looks she had given him from time to time. How white her face had gotten when she'd seen him holding Molly.
She goes unnaturally still when he touches her face and in her eyes, the saddest look ever. Ghosts of blurry memories came to her. Like the Doctor she held the ability to form a psychic connection and this close - she couldn't stop it from happening.
Melody Pond is a superhero
It's me. I'm Melody. I'm your daughter.
"Rory, don't."
She takes his hands from her face. Gentle, but firm. It's too much, too fast.
"I'm not little."
It was hard to keep her composure. She's not trying to be harsh, but the touch to her face had brought an unwanted contact with his mind. Not as strong as the Doctor's link, but it was there. Looking into his eyes, she felt the pull of his gaze. Questioning her. A father's touch. How had he made that transition so quickly?