Rory flicked on the light before seeing the man, and froze.

"Bloody hell Fury, you've got to stop doing that," he muttered. "I do have a phone. You can just phone me."

"Never know where you're going to be."

The 'or when' went unspoken.

Rory sighed. "But what happens if you run into Amy. She could have been the one home first, and you know how well that turns out."

Fury smirked at him. "We need you."

Rory groaned. "No, no, you told me you found someone else. You told me it was going well. I am not coming in now."

"We had to let her go back to London. Holmes returned."

Rory slumped over. "Crap."

Fury nodded.

"Alright," Rory relented. "But you have to tell Amy."

Amy appeared behind him, eyes narrowing as she spotted the man in their flat. "Tell me what?"

In his armchair, Fury visibly swallowed. Maybe he could make do without Williams.

AN- So I'm super sad that this is over, because I was sort of hoping it could just go on forever, but there's that. I do have ideas for some bonus chapters, and I do plan to do a second installment for the third series of Sherlock, so stay tuned for that.