• ANOTHER DREAM • [Eleven]

[scarletta]

• PLEASE DON'T LET THIS DANGER JUST BE ANOTHER DREAM •

Amy didn't scare easily; even as a little girl Amy was usually alone and therefore couldn't fear the monsters under her bed or the ax murder in the closet, but Amy would admit she was scared now. Almost as frighted as she was with the crack in her wall or being blind in a forest full of weeping angels. But this was much, much worst than any of that, because this was more personal. This was the Doctor. The Doctor who she idolized since she was seven. The one she thought invincible in almost every shape in form. The one who always saved her, even when she didn't ask to be saved. Seeing him like this made Amy's heart drop. It was like seeing a superhero without his mask... it just made him human (which is stupid if Amy thought about it since the Doctor, though he looks human, was really an alien) and it pained Amy to see him in this condition, being helpless and not being able to help the man who helped her so many times before.

She saw that he didn't want to scare or worry her, but his eyes revealed much more than his smile. Amy grabbed his hand and squeezed it tight. "Don't worry Doctor," She whispered gently, beginning to walk at his pace. "The TARDIS isn't that far." But if only it was closer, than maybe Amy would have an advantage when she heard the Time Lord's soft voice and closing eyes. She knew what was to come, yet wasn't ready for the weight of the Doctor to fall as she tried to catch him as he passed out once again. All Amy could do was to hold him and fall to the ground with him, for he was far to heavy for Amy to manage alone.

"Well, at least he hit the ground softer than he would have," Amy thought trying to calm herself, but failing to do so. She knew she had to get him back to the police box, but couldn't do so by herself. Amy remembered back when she was in school and the health teacher told the class they should never move an injured person who cannot move on their own; Instead they should go for help. Well, clearly Amy couldn't get any help, but dragging the Doctor all the way to the TARDIS, even if she could, seemed like a terrible idea. "Doctor, please wake up again, she begged, blinking away tears. "We're almost at the TARDIS, but you just have to wake up and walk a little bit more, than you can go back to sleep."

More than anything Amy hated herself at that moment. She was the only one who could do something, except she was in able to do so. She wanted the Doctor to be here. To guild her though what she must do, but now the Doctor was the one who was in trouble and couldn't tell her what to do. She was very alone. Amy brushed the red hair away from her face and looked down at the sleeping Doctor. He looked very, very pale and even more troubled. She searched her mind for the answer to her problem, but didn't have much luck.

It was at the time when Amy remembered the second time she encounter the Doctor. She didn't want to trust him, he had lied to her. It was not five minutes, like he said, but twelve years. Yet Amy did trust him, she couldn't stop herself. For twelve years people told her that he was just her imaginary friend and when she got older, Amy even started to act like she believed it, but on the inside she always knew he was real. Amy always knew the Doctor would come back to her, because he promised and therefore Amy didn't stop trusting him. That is why when Prison Zero took her form the Doctor's voice woke her up, because she could hear him and because she could trust him.

There was a very slim chance that what Amy would do would work, but she didn't really have any other ideas. Instead she took a deep breath and took the Doctor right hand and cupped in both of hers. "Doctor?" She called in a quite voice. "Doctor, it's me Amy. If you can hear me, please listen to my voice. You have to fight whatevers in your head. You have to wake up. Listen to me Doctor, you have to wake up." Amy could feel the liquid in her eyes. "You just have to wake up..."

[THE ELEVENTH DOCTOR]

Can't look back

The Doctor usually didn't worry about himself, but now he was generally worried. He didn't want to have another dream, they seemed too real, he just wanted to wake up and reassure Amy everything was going to be OK. The room his was in was pitch black, not even a shadow graced the dark walls. The Doctor looked around, walking up to the walls, his sonic grasped firmly in his hand. His footsteps echoed in the dark, they thud on the ground like bricks. Loud footsteps came from behind him, he spun around, holding his screwdriver upright "Hello?" he yelled as he stared into the black.

His eyes peered deeper into the nothingness, it was all black, except for a small light. He laughed "Small creepy light at the end of a black corridor, what could go possibly go wrong?" he scanned behind him and began to run. As he ran he looked closer at the light, he was almost there when his eyes widened, and he realized what it was. It was the crack, the crack that had followed himself and Amy everywhere they went. It had taken people out of time, it had taken him.

The crack shined like eerie moonlight. It made him feel like running away from everything that he had faced... He heard a voice, he looked around to see where it came from "If you can hear me, please listen to my voice" it was familiar, but he couldn't think, the voice was like a whisper, so faint he could hardly hear it "You have to fight whatever's in your head. You have to wake up. Listen to me Doctor, you have to wake up" the Doctor frowned as he finally figured out who it was "Amy? Amy!" he shouted. He knew was asleep, but he just hoped she could hear him "Amy, Amy, Amy don't be frightened" he said, he listened harder for Amy "You just have to wake up..." she said, in a voice that sounded like she was about to cry, the Doctor threw his screwdriver on the ground "Amy, everything is going to be fine, I promise. Trust me" the crack was widening, it was starting to swallow the dark.

The Doctor tried to wake up, he tried to open his eyes. He pinched himself, which seemed stupid but that was the best he could do. But it seemed he knew what to do "Going to have to die again" he sighed and walked into the crack, knowing that when he did he would surely wake up..... He hoped.

He sat upright as fast as he could, looking at Amy "I don't like this, I don't like this at all" he stood up, rubbing his back, and held Amy's hand "I'll try not to sleep, I can do it" the day had seemed so long, yet it had been only minutes. As they started to walk the Doctor smiled "Thank you"

[scarletta]

• PLEASE DON'T LET THIS DANGER JUST BE ANOTHER DREAM •

Amy Pond never regretted leaving his house the night before wedding to go travel with the Doctor. She knew it would be dangerous, and probably a stupid decision to other people, but she was seven when she made the choice to go with him. Amy had fourteen years to think over if that is really wanted to do and no matter how many people tried to convince her otherwise, she knew that traveling with her imaginary friend was her destiny.

She could deal with the aliens and creatures that tried to kill them. It didn't bother her that the man she traveled with was an alien who had really bad taste in clothes. Blimey, she wasn't even that concern that the blue police box they traveled was bigger on the inside than the out and that the windows magically vanished. Amy thought she could handle anything, that was until Rory was killed, but even that didn't bother her that much, since well, umm, she sorta forgot the man she was to marry.

But this was completely different, this was the Doctor who was now in trouble. The man that Amy had complete faith in to save her when she was was in trouble. But this was different. Now it was the Doctor in need of saving and Amy was on was the borderline of clueless on how to do it.

Amy would admit she wasn't prepared when the Doctor sat up. She quickly blinked aways the tears and studied him. She didn't believe her speaking to him actually and for once in her life, Amy was at a lost for words. The ginger companion got up with him, and couldn't stop looking at him. She was so worried that he would fall over again. Amy didn't even realize they were walking towards the TARDIS, until she heard the words "thank you." Amy still couldn't find words to say so instead she took his hand and squeezed it.

The TARDIS welcomed them back and Amy was breathless, like she was always when walking into it. This was her real home. She loved everything about the blue box that traveled though time and space. Amy loved the gentle humming. She loved all the blinking lights. She loved the metal-y scent. Amy glanced at the Doctor, he looked half asleep. It made her frown.

Amy led the Doctor to his room-- well, she guessed it was his room. She had actually never been into the Doctor's bedroom before, but he usually vanished in this direction at night so she assumed it would be his bedroom. However, Amy, sadly found out that his bedroom was in fact a normal bedroom and not some alien, spooky, hibernation room.

She led the Doctor to his bed and laid him down, feeling really weird doing so. The only time she was ever in guys bedrooms was when she was sleeping with them, but of course that didn't happen anymore. Amy was happily married. "Doctor? We're here. In TARDIS. In your bedroom." She felt his forward, and his cheeks, both were burning up. "Don't fall asleep yet Doctor," Amy said gently. "You need to tell me what to do so you can get better."

[THE ELEVENTH DOCTOR]

Can't look back

The Doctor could hardly hear Amy, everything was a blur. He was frail and weak, he didn't know what was happening. As Amy asked him what to do he felt a bolt of anger run through him "I DON'T KNOW! OK! I JUST DON'T KNOW!" he yelled in frustration, the Doctor shook his head and held Amy's hand "Sorry, sorry. I just..." he murmured.

Nothing was ever normal with the Doctor, the alien who wore tweed and a bow tie, but this was different. Everything was out of place, it didn't sit in his gut properly. He had faced monsters and aliens, time and time again but this was isn't the same, this wasn't a monster, this was himself, and he had to fight it.

He shut his eyes tight and moaned "I just need to rest" he scanned Amy's face. He'd never seen her this frightened, he'd seen her scared before but not like this. It was a deep fear, not like a fear of the dark, it was one that tore at you. The Doctor didn't like seeing her like this, he didn't want her to fuss over him, he just wanted her to be happy. His tweed jacket was flung to the ground as he threw it, he kicked off his shoes and groaned.

Everything he did hurt, his arms felt like they were breaking and his head burned. Then he thought something he knew was a possibility, what if he was dying? He stared at Amy "Amy, there's something I have to tell you. If I'm..... Dying, there's something that happens. I... change, and..." he sighed "I shouldn't have made you look after me" he felt guilty, for yelling at Amy, for making her have all this pressure.

He lay his head on the soft pillow and smiled at Amy, she had waited for him for so long, and he knew it was nothing she expected. The Doctor wondered if he'd disappointed her, she'd waited fourteen years and now she was left to look after him. His head hurt as he sat up "I'll try not to sleep" he whispeared

[sorry a bit short]

[scarletta]

• PLEASE DON'T LET THIS DANGER JUST BE ANOTHER DREAM •

Amelia Jessica Pond never believed in luck. Even as a little girl, Amy was more of a realistic and although she prayed to Santa Claus. she never saw the Doctor's TARDIS crashing landing into her backyard when she was seven to be luck. No. Instead, Amy thought of this as fate. She knew, even at seven, that it was her destiny to travel with her imaginary friend with the blue box. They tried to convince her it was all just a dream, that everything was happening in her head, that Amy was the mental one. They didn't say so much after she had bite them, though.

He might have been fourteen years late, and Amy might have hit the Doctor with a cricket bat, but even fourteen years late Amy knew that it was her chance to follow her destiny. So Amy would honestly say she was prepared for traveling with the Doctor, or as prepared as any person could be when traveling with an alien who wore a bowtie and travel in a blue police box that doubled as a time machine. She was ready when it came to battling aliens and saving the world. What she wasn't ready for, however, was battling a inner fight and saving the Doctor.

That wasn't what Amy signed up for when she left with her imaginary friend the night before her wedding.

There were so many questions running through her mind and she actually wish the Doctor was a type of alien who could read minds, because she was having trouble getting them out and making sense. It was when she was trying to string words together, that the Doctor's yell brought silence to the room. On any other occasion Amy would reply to his anger and most likely make him more frustrated. But even Amy had far too much on her mind to even think of a retort and besides the Doctor was ill, so she forgave him, although he didn't have the same excuse the other times. So she just bite down on her and said nothing when he apologized.

Amy tried to smile reassuring at the Doctor, though probably failed. She was never that great at mothering-instincts, but that was probably because at one point in her life a crack erased her parents, but they came back. Yes, her life really didn't make sense, but she was making of it what she could. The companion, helped the Doctor remove his jacket and shoes, and sat next to him on the bed. "But you cannot fall to sleep Doctor," Amy warned at his mention of rest. "Remember not to fall to sleep."

She was finally starting to relax and feel better about the situation when the Doctor mention death. Great. Why didn't he just throw her in a super nova. At least there she could read a book-- or, err... manual. "Shush, don't talk about that" Amy rushed through, trying to convince herself more than the Time Lord that laid in front of her. "I shouldn't have made you look after me." Her brown eyes softened hear the guilt in the Doctor's voice and she grabbed his hand, squeezing it tightly. "I'm here because I want to be." She whispered whole-heartedly. "Besides," Amy continued with a small laugh. "Someone needs to be here to protect you and who better than the girl you ate fish custard with?

[THE ELEVENTH DOCTOR]

Can't look back

Sleep was something of a force, it kept trying to take the Doctor. He knew he couldn't, because every time he slept the longer it took for him to wake up, and the more real his dreams became. But he was so tired, he felt like letting sleep control him. This sleep was sinister and dark, it wanted to posses him, it was starting to infect him...

The Doctor turned his heard towards Amy as she spoke "Someone needs to be here to protect you and who better than the girl you ate fish custard with?" he smiled back at her, try as hard as he could to reassure her everything was going to be OK, but he wasn't sure it was himself.

He struggled to stay awake, for whatever was in his head was telling him to let go and rest. An image in his head started to play, it was just black but there was a voice, like something was in there. He stared at Amy and held her hand "Amy.... there's something... I..." his voice drifted off as his eyes shut, he tried to keep them open, he tried not to be consumed in sleep, but he couldn't...

His sleep was controlling him, he wasn't able to wake up. Everywhere he walked in his dream he crashed into a black wall. He was so angry, fury burned through him, and he didn't know why. It was like something was taking over him as he slept, like it brew in hours he wasn't awake. He ran around the dead space he was in, searching for a way out, the black over ruling all the light.

He banged the walls "WAKE UP! Come on, wake up!" he yelled. His mind was closed, and something dark was taking over...
[sorry short again]

[scarletta]

• PLEASE DON'T LET THIS DANGER JUST BE ANOTHER DREAM •

She has seen many strange things in her life and for most of her life many people thought she was mental. Living and fairy tales and her imagination. In high school other girls said the only guy she could get was the raggedy man from her brain, which of course wasn't true. She could always get Rory... and sometimes Jeff, though he didn't usually like to be seen with her-- not that she blamed him or anything. Amelia Jessica Pond made herself quiet the reputation throughout her life, even her parents thought she was insane and of course biting the people who tried to "make her better" didn't help her case, but Amy believed what she believed and she believed that the raggedy mad man who came out of a swimming pool that was in a library that was in a blue box was real and she wasn't about to let anyone tell her differently. So when the Doctor returned for her, nothing was better (although she always tell Rory that their wedding day was... but the Doctor came back for her that day too, so...)

Since then fighting aliens was normal for the companion and it never bothered her and Amy never needed to worry for her life, because the Doctor was there. As a little girl, Amy thought the Doctor was invincible and she still really believed that. Amy now realised that he couldn't save everyone, but pretty close to it. Actually, Amy thought she believed in him more than he believed in himself. Sometimes he was full of it, she'll give him that, but he always had that look at time, liked he failed everyone and it was never a pleasant look. It was also the same look he was giving her now. The look where he was pretending to everything was going to be fine even though he knew that it wasn't. He always looked at her was like a child and even occasionally treated her like a child, like she was still that seven year old girl, but the Doctor was always honest with her, well, usually. He looked at Amy like he was failing her. Like he wasn't even worried about himself. Like he was only worried about letting Amy down because he was ill and if he wasn't so sick she was slap him for that.

"Doctor just keep you eyes open," she tried to gently remind him, when she saw his eyes dropping. "You're going to be just fine, but you have to stay awake." Was she trying to convince herself-- No. No, of course. The Doctor was really good at cheating death. He was going to be fine. He had to be fine. "Amy.... there's something... I..." Doctor? DOCTOR?! Amy called, shaking him as he fell asleep. It reminded her to much of the Dream Lord, except she wasn't falling asleep with him, which was even worst than being trapped with a dream. "Doctor, you have to wake up! Your stronger than whatever it is that is making you blackout!" Her voice cracked, but she continued. "Do you realise how many times you saved the world? Multiple times, with just me only! You said others travelled with you and I am positive you stopped earth from being blown up then too!" Amy rushed on, not even bothering to try and breath."I know you Doctor! You saved planets and people and galaxies and me! And I know you can save yourself!" Finally, Amy took a breathe and stared down at the Doctor. She was no longer crying. She guessed she used up all her tears for the day, but her eyes stilled burned and she was sure they were red. God, she probably looked like crap, but appearance was the last thing on her mind. She put her hand on the Doctor's cheek. "Please wake up," she whispered. "Please wake up for me."

[THE ELEVENTH DOCTOR]

Can't look back

- - one day later - -

He was just asleep. No dreams, no thoughts, his mind was blank. He wasn't sure if Amy was still there, he wasn't sure if he could move. It was like he was in some kind of strange coma, but he was never in an accident, he just fell asleep. He knew he needed to wake up, he had to wake up, he couldn't just leave Amy. He tried to move his hand, but it seemed like it was a brick, his body felt heavy. A burning pain washed through his body as he moved his hand the slightest bit, but he was too determined to wake up. He couldn't just leave Amy, not now, he couldn't leave her alone again. She always had to wait for him, and he still felt guilty for that, twelve years she waited and he couldn't make her wait anymore.

The Doctor never slept, but when he did he always had bad dreams. Memories from his past tortured him, faces of ones he'd lost, smiles of the ones that left. He couldn't face that every night, but he would rather dream than be blank. It was getting harder for him to try and wake up, for every second he just fell back in the dark. Light was something he was missing, it was as if when he saw it again he would be safe. He tried to make out any sounds around him, but all he could hear was a muffled sort of breathing that sounded like his own. The air felt thick down his throat, it scratched his lungs and he made a small hard cough. It was the loudest noise he had made in hours.

He needed to think, of a way out, of a plan. His hearts were beating faster now, his determination to wake growing stronger. He had to speak, he knew he had to, he knew he could. His head tilted to the side as he tried to speak the one word that might give Amy hope "Pond" he whispered, and he dove back into unconsciousness.

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