Ok so I edited this a little just so that it would fit my story, but I got full permission and this first chapter was written from someone else. I edited it and then used it as my first chapter for my story, but I GOT FULL PERMISSION! This chapter was originally a story by someone else, but I edited it. The original work for this chapter was made by the author named "Mad-Hatter-103" so here's the link:

u/1801341/Mad_Hatter_103

and the original story that I have changed into a chapter was named "Of Tea and Bad Dreams" so here's the link to that:

s/5922193/1/Of_Tea_and_Bad_Dreams

ok on with the story! oh and Doctor who and warehouse 13 aren't mine! otherwise, this would already be a script. If those links don't work, just leave a review saying they don't and I'll edit them! thanks!

Biting her lip, Amy stood in the door way to what she hoped to the high Heavens was the Doctor's room. She tapped the door lightly and clutched her blanket closer to herself, wrapping her baggy pink sweat shirt around her body tighter. She was just about to leave and go sit in the kitchen when the door swung open and she let out a little yelp.

"Amy?" he rubbed his eyes tiredly and Amy blushed, realizing he was only wearing pajama bottoms. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I can… or… nevermind." She trailed off. She turned to leave but the Doctor grabbed her wrist.

"Amy, are you okay?" he turned her around and tilted her chin up, taking in her tired, disheveled appearance. "What's the matter?"

"Nothing, I just… Had a bad dream is all." She mumbled, pulling her wrist away.

"Well come on... I'm not going to let you just sit in your bedroom scared..." He said, slowly taking her hand.

"D'you wanna talk about it?" he asked gently. Amy shook her head. She'd rather not share her dream just yet.

"Is it okay if I just stay in here for a while?" she asked. The Doctor looked at her. She looked so small, and delicate, wrapped in her over-sized sweatshirt. He nodded, smiling gently. She curled into a ball on his bed, pulling her knees up to her chest and hugging them. The Doctor set about tinkering with his new sonic screwdriver, turning on a light here, exploding a vase there. Amy giggled as she watched him. She yawned, and before she knew it, she was falling asleep.

But she didn't want to. Falling asleep might mean having the dream again. She bit her lip. Well… Closing her eyes for a few seconds couldn't hurt, could it? Before she knew it, she was sound asleep, and there it was, standing over him, pointing something at him. Pulling a trigger and he was screaming and she was crying and…

Someone was shaking her and calling her name. She twisted around in her sleep and shot up, gasping, tears coming to her eyes.

"Amy? Are you all right?" The Doctor looked worried. He set down the mugs he was holding and brushed a stray lock of hair out of Amy's eyes.

"What's the matter?" After a moment, she threw herself into his arms, tears spilling over. "Amy, what's wrong?" he asked, startled by her sudden show of affection. She merely hugged him as tight as she could, burying her face in his bare shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her, stroking her hair softly.

"You're… Still here," she sobbed, "You're still alive!" The Doctor pulled back, somewhat surprised.

"'Course I am." He replied, "Why wouldn't I be?" Amy just shook her head and wiped her eyes.

"The dream," she cried, "I had the dream again… and you died." She began sobbing again and the Doctor sat beside her on his bed, pulling her into his lap and holding her while she cried. He rocked her back and forth, rubbing soothing circles in her back and whispering in her ear.

"I'm right here, Amy. I promise you, I'm not going anywhere. Not any time soon." He kissed her temple lightly and leaned over, retrieving a mug of steaming tea. "Here now, take a sip," he murmured. Amy took the cup, still sniffling and drank. The tea burnt her throat as it went down, but she was glad. It let her know that she was really awake, and that the Doctor was still here with her, holding her and kissing her softly.

"There now, all better?" the Doctor asked. Wiping her eyes on her sleeve, Amy nodded. The Doctor smiled at her and brushed a stray chunk of hair out of her eyes. "Yeah? Good." He smiled gently at her and she leaned against him, resting her head in the crook of his neck. He stroked her hair softly as she sat there, snuggled comfortably in his lap.

"Doctor?" she asked after a few minutes.

"Yes Amy?" he replied.

"I like this." She said simply. "Traveling with you, and just... this... just sitting with you." She turned her head to look at the man before her... well... the alien. But still.

"Me too," he grinned. And before he could stop himself, he leaned down and his lips were touching her cheek, and he had spoken the words "In fact... I... um... I don't just like it... I mean... I love-" Then he finally stopped himself. All he could think was "Is it this hard for humans to say things like this?"

He looked over at the woman in his arm who he thought was staring at him. He was surprised to see she had drifted to sleep wrapped in his arms. He laided back on his bed and slowly pulled the blanket over himself and Amy. He looked at her slowly and said "Why can't you just see how I feel about you?"

He fell asleep that night to the sound of Amy's deep breathing and her head on his chest. He knew he should put her back in her own room, but he didn't want to. He just wanted her here. With him. He knew she may be surprised in the morning though when she woke up in his room...