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ffutures.livejournal.comStory: The Waffle Shop Between The Worlds
Author: RobotRollCall
Rating: All ages
Word Count: 4008
Characters: Rory Williams
Author's Summary: Rory isn't sure which is more surprising--the fact that he no longer exists, or the place he's doing the not-existing in. He'd had his own ideas about the afterlife, of course, but a waffle shop full of other nonexistent/not-quite-dead people was not one of them.
Warnings: None
Recced because: I like crossovers, and this is a nice one, in which several characters who have a tendency not to stay dead meet up and chat over waffles and assorted hot beverages.
The world slid out of focus, fading slowly to black as Rory felt his eyes close. The pain was overwhelming now–he wanted to scream but he couldn’t cry out, couldn’t even moan. It hurt too much to breathe, and so he stopped, and found the pain fading. In fact, everything was fading now. The touch of Amy’s fingers faded from his cheek, her screams faded from his ears, and his last thought was regret that Amy was screaming–he didn’t like it when she was sad–and then he was fading away too…..
…And then he wasn’t. “Ow,” he moaned, rubbing his chest where the gun had hit him.
“You okay?” a man’s voice asked.
With a start, Rory’s eyes snapped open. He wasn’t lying on the floor of the cave anymore. He was sitting in…okay, that was weird. He was sitting in a chair. At a table. The table was yellow faux-marble, and a flower in a vase and salt, pepper and a sugar bowl sat at one end. The air was warm and smelled of coffee, bacon and syrup. A gentle hum of conversation filled the air. His eyes widened as they darted around the room, finding him no answers as to what was going on.
“Are you okay?” the voice asked again.
Author: RobotRollCall
Rating: All ages
Word Count: 4008
Characters: Rory Williams
Author's Summary: Rory isn't sure which is more surprising--the fact that he no longer exists, or the place he's doing the not-existing in. He'd had his own ideas about the afterlife, of course, but a waffle shop full of other nonexistent/not-quite-dead people was not one of them.
Warnings: None
Recced because: I like crossovers, and this is a nice one, in which several characters who have a tendency not to stay dead meet up and chat over waffles and assorted hot beverages.
The world slid out of focus, fading slowly to black as Rory felt his eyes close. The pain was overwhelming now–he wanted to scream but he couldn’t cry out, couldn’t even moan. It hurt too much to breathe, and so he stopped, and found the pain fading. In fact, everything was fading now. The touch of Amy’s fingers faded from his cheek, her screams faded from his ears, and his last thought was regret that Amy was screaming–he didn’t like it when she was sad–and then he was fading away too…..
…And then he wasn’t. “Ow,” he moaned, rubbing his chest where the gun had hit him.
“You okay?” a man’s voice asked.
With a start, Rory’s eyes snapped open. He wasn’t lying on the floor of the cave anymore. He was sitting in…okay, that was weird. He was sitting in a chair. At a table. The table was yellow faux-marble, and a flower in a vase and salt, pepper and a sugar bowl sat at one end. The air was warm and smelled of coffee, bacon and syrup. A gentle hum of conversation filled the air. His eyes widened as they darted around the room, finding him no answers as to what was going on.
“Are you okay?” the voice asked again.
