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helishdreamssomething fell out of the world amy/rory (eleven), pg, 403
She dreams that someone fell out of the world. Someone she can’t remember...
(a/n: set sometime post ‘cold blood’, but before ‘the pandorica opens’)
She dreams that someone fell out of the world. Someone she can't remember. The pain tears at her insides, ripping bloody gashes under her chest. It claws its way painfully up her throat, and emerges with a scream.
She wakes up, shaking, with the Doctor standing over her. His bottom lip has been bitten in concern and is starting to swell. She looks up at him, wiping away a tear in confusion, and he lies down next to her, holding her through the covers until she falls back to sleep.
As she drifts off, he murmurs into her hair, 'I'm sorry,' and she rebukes him gently.
She doesn't remember in the morning, and the Doctor takes her to the Glowing Fields of Ran.
The Universe leaves her messages, writing on the walls of time. They prick on the back of her neck, and she shivers, looping her arm through the Doctor's and turning her back on them. The Doctor smiles at her, and apologises to Rory.
Red specks in her vision. A small, red bird is turned into a small, red box. It flies away before she can get a closer look.
A smallish, red elephant (well, she thinks it's an elephant) turns into a smallish, red car. She goes after it, stunned, but it turns and runs. The Doctor only just manages to rescue her from the stampede that follows.
There's this weight, just there, that rests on her heart. It comes and it goes. She remembers and she forgets. All at once. All over again.
A checked shirt hangs from a coat-hanger in her wardrobe, and she finds herself holding it. It scrunches itself up in her hands, and she clings to it tightly in some unknown desperation. With a strangled sob she lifts it up to her face, drawing in its sweet scent deep into her mind.
The Doctor finds her, hours later, curled up on top of her covers fast asleep, still clinging to the shirt. She's breathing softly, her face, partially obscured by red hair, is at peace. He considers tugging the shirt gently from her grasp and placing it in the chest buried deep within the TARDIS, but eventually decides against it. Instead he bends down, pulling her hair tenderly off her face, and placing a small kiss on her forehead.
Sometimes dreams are better than reality
That night she dreams there are Centurions in Leadworth.
She dreams that someone fell out of the world. Someone she can’t remember...
(a/n: set sometime post ‘cold blood’, but before ‘the pandorica opens’)
She dreams that someone fell out of the world. Someone she can't remember. The pain tears at her insides, ripping bloody gashes under her chest. It claws its way painfully up her throat, and emerges with a scream.
She wakes up, shaking, with the Doctor standing over her. His bottom lip has been bitten in concern and is starting to swell. She looks up at him, wiping away a tear in confusion, and he lies down next to her, holding her through the covers until she falls back to sleep.
As she drifts off, he murmurs into her hair, 'I'm sorry,' and she rebukes him gently.
She doesn't remember in the morning, and the Doctor takes her to the Glowing Fields of Ran.
The Universe leaves her messages, writing on the walls of time. They prick on the back of her neck, and she shivers, looping her arm through the Doctor's and turning her back on them. The Doctor smiles at her, and apologises to Rory.
Red specks in her vision. A small, red bird is turned into a small, red box. It flies away before she can get a closer look.
A smallish, red elephant (well, she thinks it's an elephant) turns into a smallish, red car. She goes after it, stunned, but it turns and runs. The Doctor only just manages to rescue her from the stampede that follows.
There's this weight, just there, that rests on her heart. It comes and it goes. She remembers and she forgets. All at once. All over again.
A checked shirt hangs from a coat-hanger in her wardrobe, and she finds herself holding it. It scrunches itself up in her hands, and she clings to it tightly in some unknown desperation. With a strangled sob she lifts it up to her face, drawing in its sweet scent deep into her mind.
The Doctor finds her, hours later, curled up on top of her covers fast asleep, still clinging to the shirt. She's breathing softly, her face, partially obscured by red hair, is at peace. He considers tugging the shirt gently from her grasp and placing it in the chest buried deep within the TARDIS, but eventually decides against it. Instead he bends down, pulling her hair tenderly off her face, and placing a small kiss on her forehead.
Sometimes dreams are better than reality
That night she dreams there are Centurions in Leadworth.
