the doctor dreams
Title: The Doctor dreams
Rating: PG
Words: 880
Pairing: Amy/Eleven (set after Amy's Choice)
Summary: He may not sleep often but when he does; he dreams of her. He didn't need the Dream Lord to tell him that.
Note: First EVER Amy/Eleven fic. Criticism = yes, please!
The Doctor was underneath the console of the TARDIS, “Doctor!” he looked up to see the face of Amy above him, he just waved. “When are we leaving?”
Always anxious to start another adventure.
“Soon! Pond!” He bounded up the steps, fiddling with the controls. Sure and unsure on what he was pressing but it was all second nature so what did it matter anyway? Amy Pond was beside him, smiling, oh what a lovely smile she had. The Doctor couldn't help but return it. Her smile was infectious...contagious...if only her hair was the same way.
“Doctor, it's...she's..gorgeous!” Amy exclaimed, Doctor right behind as they stepped out of the TARDIS.
“Gallifrey...” She turned, understanding-maybe hearing, the sadness in his voice. He took her hand and they walked, silver-leafed trees and a burning orange sky. Just as he remembered it. They lay together, with her head on his chest, drinking in the sights and the warm red grass beneath their bodies.
The Doctor ran his fingers through her hair, examining each strand, how it should have blended in with all the orange and red around them-but it didn't. Amy moved her head and her face hovered above the Doctors.
He watched her lips move but no sound escaped them.
“Yeah, I know...” The Doctor replied, making her smile that brilliant smile. She pressed her forehead against his, closing her eyes, and the Doctor watched as her strands of red hair framed her face and became wonderful, ginger curtains, capturing the light of Gallifrey.
He closed his eyes, feeling Amy's lips on his, just a touch...nothing more. One hand still tangled up in her hair and the other resting on her hip. Amy pulled away and they shared a secret smile, “Amelia Pond...” The Doctor sighed, relishing the taste of her name on his tongue. “Where to next?”
“After this? No planet could compare.” Amy's voice was low, fading, as she settled back down. Her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeats and his hand moving through her hair again, never tugging or pulling, just soft...soft...lulling her to sleep.
When the Doctor opened his eyes again, he was alone, he wasn't on Gallifrey and there was no Amy Pond in his arms. He had fallen asleep in the Library, again. The Doctor looked down, seeing that a blanket had been placed over him.
Along with a folded note on top of the book he was reading. The Doctor blinked, once, twice, and opened the folded paper. The script was wide, cursive, the letters nearly looping together elegantly.
'Where to next...?'
The Doctor slid the note into the book he was reading and hopped to his feet. “Good question!” He left the blanket and book on the small loveseat, leaving his Library (the pool had wandered off...again) and heading to the heart of the TARDIS.
“Amy! Where's Rory?” The redhead from his dreams was standing by the console, her lips turning into a smile-a smile that made the Doctor quite weary of what was going to come out of her mouth next.
“Did you have a nice nap?” She asked “innocently.”
“Yes, yes, well...Time Lords do sleep...” The Doctor shrugged, eyes on the console, hands busy flipping switches and turning knobs.
“What did you dream about?”
“I think we've had enough dreams for today, Amy.” The Doctor turned, seeing Rory coming down the stairs, “Rory! There you are! Right, so...where to? Amy? I believe it's your choice...” The Doctor met her eyes and something, something made one of his hearts give a little jump. Something about her eyes. Just the way she was looking at him. No, no, it was silly. Silly...she couldn't have seen his dream...still, the note...the note...Amy wrote that note, didn't she?
Did he talk in his sleep now?
They just stared at each other, the Doctor with his hands hovering above the controls, waiting for Amy's answer. Amy with her arms crossed waiting for the Doctor to say something else.
“Amy?” Rory's questioning voice broke their staring contest.
“Rio.” Amy said with a smile, her eyes moved from the Doctor to Rory.
“Rio! Okay!” The Doctor, glad for her answer, but at the same time...disappointed. What was he expecting her to say? Gallifrey? Ha. There was no way Amy knew what he had dreamed of...even with the Dream Lords little hints and even if he might have muttered in his sleep. It was foolish to even...the Doctor shook his head absentmindedly.
Amy made her choice. She had made a good choice too, Rory could marry her, Rory could spend his life with her-he couldn't. The Doctor, at least, had Amy in his dreams.
The TARDIS hummed to life and the Doctor buzzed about the console, muttering and talking to himself and his companions. “Hey, Doctor, Rio could be like...your wedding gift to us.” Rory said.
The Doctor grinned, “Yeah...yeah, sure! Why not?”