ten_fwd | Operation: Amy Pond's Blind Dating Service is a go!

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Operation: Amy Pond's Blind Dating Service is a go!

The redhead has been sitting at a table for a while now.

She hasn't made a fuss or otherwise stood out too much, but the keen eye will know she's been looking more gutted as the minutes tick on. Not so long ago, her husband left the ship* — all fine and well, he's gone off to find the Doctor and their way back home, though why Amy couldn't go with him is still beyond her. She's actually hoping that Q character shows up so she can punch him in the nose.

He doesn't, though. But you know what does start happening? Happy, smiling faces. People falling in love (like really in love, what's that about?). Romance, dinners. Is it Valentine's Day?

"Oh, bollocks," she mutters, because now she misses Stupid Face even more.

She can't be the only one, though. Lots of people here have been taken far from home, lots more even who don't have anyone they know by their side. For a moment she takes some comfort in that, but then it gets her thinking. What about that lot? What are we supposed to do when all these people are mooning over each other in plain view?

She looks to the left. She looks to the right. And then Mrs. Amelia Jessica Pond-Williams climbs up on her chair and stands on the table and shouts so the whole room can hear her.

"All right, everyone! Listen up! Lots of us spent Christmas on this boat away from home, so I say if we're gonna be stuck here for another holiday while everyone's spoutin' love at each other, maybe we should get to know each other better. Those of us who're here alone or separated from our loved ones, that is. Well, anyone! Point is, Amy Pond's Dating Service is now open! If you want to meet someone, today's your lucky day," she says, with a grand sweep of her hand.

She dismounts and strides over to the bar to see if she can get some serviettes to write on. Oh, right. Paper isn't much of a thing here, is it? To the replicator it is.

A few minutes later, there's a sign sitting on her table in colourful reds and pinks, and she's holding a clipboard in her hands.

~*BLIND DATING SIGN-UPS*~

[ *There will be a PL posted soon with more info about that! ]

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Alex stood up taller and when she asked that, for some reason he found himself giving his full name. He had no reason to know it might cause a reaction.

"Yes, ma'am. Alexander Rory Rogan." He hated that full name, but, well, there you go.

She starts writing it down before he gets his reaction, pen pausing on that second 'R'.

"Alexander Rory Rogan?" she repeats, blinking up at him.

"Which name do you go by?"

"Nowadays Alex. Went by Rory when i was a kid, but when my father left... just didn't feel right anymore."

He nodded.

You'll have to excuse her for goggling a bit. She blinks, purses her lips, and goes back to her papers.

"That's what your father called you then, eh?" she wonders aloud.

And then, after a minute:

"Sorry. My husband's name is Rory," she adds, ending on a slightly cheerier note.

Alex smiled, then nodded. "Yes, ma'am. And everyone really, because of it. But things went bad, and then... well... somehow Alex was better for the rest of my life."

He sighed, remembering the mess of it all.

"It's okay. And awesome!" He bounced. "I'd love to meet him sometime! Maybe he'll be brought here?"

"How bad is bad?" she presses.

In the interests of full disclosure, she should probably say that earlier apology and show of tact was just a fluke, but he'll catch on.

"Sit," she says a moment later, pointing at the empty chair; "I'm 'ere all day, and I won't even charge."

Her smile slips a bit.

"Actually, he, uh — just left."

"Ah..." He sat down and nodded, his words coming out despite himself. Alex looked down, then glanced at her, uncertain. "He, ah... well, he originally met my mom when he showed up, with no memory, at her work. They fell in love, and had me and my younger brother, but he was already having blackouts, where he would vanish for days on end. He wouldn't deal with them. They started having arguments again and again, enough to drive me to go over to work on electrical things in the neighboring trailers just to have something to do, and take my baby brother with me."

Alex shifted on his feet, eyes distant, face red, as he remembered it all, the whole damn tale coming out now. truth to tell, no one had ever asked before, which maybe explained why she was getting the whole thing.

"Eventually they had an argument that shook the whole trailer park with their words, and rather than fix things, he just walked off, vanishing into the night. Only thing he left me other than a lot of meandering talk about stars and dreams was a telescope. It's the only thing I miss about home, really, my telescope." He couched when he finished and then blushed.

Her words came to him and he flushed and sighed.

"I'm sorry. Here I am spilling out an old stupid story, and you're missing you're husband. You must think me a selfish fool." Heat flamed his cheeks even more as he looked down, rubbing his face. Not that there were any tears there. Nope.

Definitely not.

While he talks Amy gets altogether serious, listening to him with her brow beetled and her chin propped up in her hand. The way his story starts off isn't so different from stories she's heard before; stories for the Doctor, places where he's needed.

Only this isn't one of those stories.

"I'm sorry," she says, honestly sympathetic.

He looks embarrassed about it, but she smiles a bit for him when he talks about his telescope, and waves off the apology.

"Don't worry, I've got my share of experience with selfish fools and you don't even rank," she says, trying to keep it light.

She does miss her husband, but she knows he left to tell the Doctor what had happened. They'll be coming for her. She just has to believe that.

"When I was a little girl, both my parents disappeared," she shares, folding her arms across the table like she's almost hugging herself; "I went to live with my aunt. I used to talk to Santa out my bedroom window, askin' him if he could bring them home."

She laughs a little.

"It's a bit silly in comparison, I suppose."

"Thanks, Amy." He smiled at her. She was nice, cute, and fun. And he felt like he could talk to her, which was new to him. This was good. He nodded to her, now, and shook his head. "It's nor silly. Santa would have done it if he could, I'm sure."

Yes, Alex believed in Santa Claus. I mean, after his life, why wouldn't he?

"You deserve happiness, and wishes to come true."

Amy grins. She believes in Santa too, after a fashion. After all, her Raggedy Man has saved the holidays more times than she can number.

"Ended up he didn't have to. I met a man, an alien, who helps people. I travel with him," she says, because she knows her days of travelling with the Doctor aren't done yet.

"Since I've known him he's helped lots of people all over the universe. Maybe he could help you. But first," she smiles, clasping his hand briefly; "I'm gonna find you a date."

It may not be 'wishes coming true' but it's a start, isn't it?

Alex smiled at her as she smiled. It made hi grin wider. "Good. Sounds like fun." He nodded.

She was an intriguing person and he was glad he had met her. Her final words made him chuckle and he nodded.

"I guess so. This place is a little quiet when you're on your own." And it had been a long time since he had even shared a kiss at this point. Maybe someday he would meet someone awesome.

"Yeah, it's a little too quiet," she agrees, picking up her pen.

That's what started this whole thing. And that idiot husband of hers leaving her here alone.

"What kind of girls do you like?" she asks.

Alex blinked, opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again.

"I don't know."

Amy arches her eyebrow.

"No outstandin' turn-offs?" she ventures.

Alex thought, then nodded, slowly. "Ah, no one who wants to just... ah... I don't..." he flushed. "I don't just have sex? I mean. No casual sex."

His face was beet red.

Her smile spreads.

"Long-term relationship wanted, then," she provides, writing it down.

If her mind was thinking on it, she'd suspect Alex is just Rory from an alternate dimension. Come to think of it, what is Rory's middle name? Rory Alex Williams...

No, couldn't be. Arthur. His middle initial is definitely 'A'.

"Can you think of anythin' else?"

Alex nodded, smiling warmer since she seemed nice about it. "Or just friends, but not inbetween, really."

Alex bounced a touch. "Uhm... maybe if she doesn't mind me being an engineer and pilot."

She laughs, but it's not unkind.

"I don't think you'll have any problem with that," she says, in a tone of voice that's not very apropos for the setting.

That is to say that back home, sure, engineers and pilots could be thought of as geeks and nerds, but here? They're on the bloody Enterprise! Frankly how he's not getting shagged every day, she'll never know.

"Long-term relationship or just friends, got it," she beams, looking up at him; "I think I'm ready to find you a date, Alex-Rory Rogan.

Alex was a bit of a shy man, and well, things are not always as they seem. He tended not to stand out, most days.

"Thanks." He blushed more at her words, but made her a grin. "Cool!" He stuck out his hand to her. "Thank you."

See? Now this is what it's about. Gratitude.

(Thank you very much, Shotaro.)

Laughing, she takes his hand.

"You're welcome!" she says, hoping she can find him a good match.

He seems like a nice bloke, he deserves one.

He turned to go at that, smiling. And hoping he'd see her again.

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