Pond Life after Manhattan

On the run...again.

Rory's P.O.V.

Running through the streets of 40s Manhattan with your beautiful wife is great fun. Until she's 8 months pregnant and angry and Scottish and there's an alien killer statue chasing you. Not so great fun.

I mean, they don't kill you, just send you back in time. One at a time. Yes. There we go. I'll explain for all you geniuses. Meaning my 8 month pregnant and consequently angry Scottish wife and I would be separated. Fabulous. Just fantastic.

I mean, the old 'don't blink' routine is great. Unless you're surrounded. Then its, well, a little pointless and impossible. So running it was. Running got me here.1941 Manhattan and I'm hiding in a warehouse with my 8 month pregnant, did I mention angry, and Scottish wife. She's obviously bot happy.

I try to make her comfy but, an old soup can storage warehouse isn't the comfiest of homes. So we make do.

The girl who waited and the last centurion are on the run again, but this time without the mad man and his box to help us.

A/N

Neeewwww chaaaappteeerrr. For some reason Rory's POVs are really sassy. Thanks to barricadedreams/Angh for telling me to take up this old fanfic again.

lots of love

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