A/N- Because I wanted to cry when I heard the legend of the Centurion and in that one minute segment, the writers transformed Rory from the boring obstruction between 11th Doctor/Amy Pond romance into a symbol for female adoration in his own right.
I own nothing- I could not have thought up a storyline that poignant and romantic.

Plastic Rory: Because right now I'm not.

Night and day, day and night.

Sun and moon, full moon, eclipsed sun, waning moon, a sky without stars.

With winter comes snow.

Hundreds of countries, thousands of rulers, millions of summers, winters, autumns and springs but only one constant.

The Pandorica.

The greatest mystery on Earth- the sole planet in the desolate universe, and with it the walking legend.

The Centurion.

When the Pandorica is moved, he goes with it.

When the Pandorica is threatened, he kills for it.

When the Pandorica is studied, he warns against it opening before its time.

The Centurion knows that he has entered the realms of myth. He hears them speak of his devotion to the mysterious object. He hears them theorize and hypothesize, discuss and argue

and always come to the wrong answer.

Divine orders, eternal punishment, blessings and curses.

The list could fill several books and all of them incorrect.

He guards the Pandorica, watching it for two thousand years, never aging, never faltering, never straying far from the giant mystery for one reason.

A reason that for two thousand years will make sense to only three people. Of whom only one is present in a time understood by the visitors to the Pandorica and capable of speech.

The reason is this.

In the year 1997 Anno Domini, by the Julian and Gregorian Calendars, a small boy with braces in the school yard of Leadworth primary will meet a Scottish girl with fiery red hair and a

temper to match. She will tell him stories of a raggedy doctor and a brilliant blue box and at twenty-two years old, she will be just another human amongst the six billion that walks the

planet and dreams of a life outside of their own.

Except that she will be loved by plain, ordinary, nothing special Rory Williams.

And for that reason, as London is attacked once more by the Germans, the courage, strength and heart of the city nearing breaking point as its famous cathedral begins to burn, several

witnesses see a centurion, The Centurion tying a rope around the famous Pandorica and dragging it to safety.

The heat scalds him and the embers flying through the night scorch the clothing he'd worn for nearly two millennia.

He is not immortal and fire is possibly his greatest weakness.

But in the year 1997 Anno Domini by the Julian and Gregorian Calendars, a small boy with braces in the school yard of Leadworth primary will meet a Scottish girl with fiery red hair and a

temper to match. She will tell him stories of a raggedy doctor and a brilliant blue box and at twenty-two years old, she will be just another human amongst the six billion that walks the

planet and dreams of a life outside of their own.

And in that is the one, the only reason, the Centurion has stood beside a giant, incomprehensible object for one thousand, eight hundred and twenty seven years.

Because there is only one force in all the starless, lonely universe capable of enforcing such selfless devotion. There is only one thing that can allow a man to sit through two thousand

long years without going insane and only one reason why he would walk through a wall of flames to rescue an object that he is certain is fire resistant but is determined to drag to safety

anyway.

And that reason, in one word?

Love.

A/N- I know its very short but its my first Doctor Who fic, because I have nowhere near the knowledge to do the legendary character justice, so tell me what you think.