A/N: Okay so this is my first Doctor Who fanfiction, so be nice.

Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who, unfortunately.

The Doctor opened his eyes, finding himself in a very familiar place. It was Leavenworth, in her home. Amy's home. He sits up, walking over to the dresser. On it was the doll of him. He picks it up, smiling. Oh, Amelia. How I do miss you. He feels his eyes wet with tears as he remembers.

"Hey, raggedy doctor." A happy Scottish voice pipes behind him. He turns, seeing the ghost of Amelia Pond. Well, it had to be a ghost. She was dead. She looked the exactly like he remembered her. Pale, white skin with huge eyes. Firery red hair that looked like flames were dancing on her head.

She smiles at him, taking his hand. She leads him into the kitchen where they had had such a good time that one night. He still remembered the fish fingers and custard. God how he missed it. They sit across from each other, staring and smiling.

"So why are you here?" He asks,.slightly confused.

"Because you want me to be, silly!" She answers laughing. He missed her laugh and smile so much.

"But you're... gone."

"I'm not really here, Doctor." She says sweetly. Oh right, he was dreaming. He hasn't dreamed in a very long time.

"I'm so sorry you're dead, Amy."

"It's okay. I'm with Rory now and that makes me happy. How are you?" The Doctor knew she wasn't really there, but it was nice to pretend.

"Alright, I've been better." He rubs his face, suddenly feeling old.

"Do you have a new companion?" He stops, thinking about Clara and his mistakes.

"I did, but I lost her." He avoids Amy's eyes, trying to keep his emotions under control.

"Was it the same way you lost Rory and me?" He nods, hating himself. Amy touches his arm, looking at him.

"Hey, don't cry. You try your best to save as many lives as you can and you shouldn't beat yourself over a few people whose deaths weren't even your fault."

But i should have saved them!" He yells back, throwing his hands up. Guilt was stabbing him now.

"You're a time-lord, but not a fortune-teller." She kisses his forehead gently. "Doctor, don't feel bad, please. I don't want to be sitting here thinking that when you think of me, all you think of is sadness and regret." He nods, smiling at her bright look.

"I won't." She gets up, and he feels panic. "Wait, will I ever see you?" She hesitates before answering.

"Only when you really need to." With that she was gone. The Doctor wakes up in the TARDIS, suddenly not feeling so alone. He wipes away his tear and hit buttons, letting it take him where ever. Honestly, 't care as long as he knew Amy still cared for him.

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