Double-Vision

"AHH-CHOO!"

Rory jumped, startled out of a fitful sleep by my sneeze. I shivered and yanked the blankets up to my chin. The TARDIS could keep the floor warmer.

"C-Can't you t-turn up the heat or something?"

The Doctor glanced up at me through the glass, and smiled crookedly. "You humans! So warm-blooded! Doesn't it tiring; being vulnerable all the time?"

Oh great. He's on one of his power-trips.

"And the temperature in here is fine…" he skipped around up the stairs and around the console as if to demonstrate his point. "It's already warm in here anyways." I tried to keep a straight line of vision to the back of his head, but my glares were often interrupted by spastic coughs. I knew looks couldn't kill, but I was giving it my best shot. I was as close as you could possibly be without physically boring a hole through the back of his skull. I was exhausted though. I felt myself begin to doze as I closed my eyes…

"Humans! Really-" I heard him continue to ramble. He was so childish, even though he was well over 900. I smirked.

"Oh yes. Do continue to flaunt your superiority over me, dear Time Lord victorious." He immediately stopped talking. It seemed as if he was having an internal struggle over what to say next.

"Do I really come off as that to you?" The Doctor unintentionally displayed this horrible look of indirect hurt on his face, which concerned me, since he usually never let me see any emotions he didn't want conveyed.

"Doctor…" I forced an awkward laugh that nearly choked me.

Was he really that sensitive?

"AHH-CHOO!" Rory went into another spasm.

"Amy!" I didn't respond. I was too busy thinking.

I was also watching The Doctor. As Rory curled back up into a ball, The Doctor's hands gripped the console tightly, and his knuckled branded white, even with his back to me.

"Is that how I appear to people? Time Lord victorious?" His voice was so broken.

I felt even worse. Brushing the rumpled Kleenex off of my nightgown, I got up to comfort him. I couldn't help it. He just looked so sad.

"Time Lord victorious? Sounds familiar."

The Doctor head shot up and glared at a figure obscured in a dark corner of the TARDIS. I'd never noticed him before.

How long had he been there?

"Oh I know what your thinking…" He smiled cunningly and strode over to The Doctor. I rubbed my eyes, refusing to comprehend what I'd just seen. He was a perfect duplicate of The Doctor. I sat back down in my bedding, nearly squishing Rory. "My fever must be high, I'm seeing double!" I thought, dumbfounded. He, however, continued to talk.

"I'm not a hologram." He smirked and stepped on Rory's throat as he walked over to me. "If I was a temporal hologram, I couldn't do this." The Doctor watched, wide-eyed and staring, as this clone, this second, evil Doctor, delivered a sharp kick to my mid-section.

I scrambled to my feet. I must've drifted off. That was the strangest dream… but Rory seemed unperturbed by my inner chaos. He was still cuddled up to his favorite pillow on the floor next to mine. Oblivious in his blissful, unconscious state. I ,however, was completely frightened by my extremely realistic dream. But, if it all wasn't real… then why in the world did it feel like he'd kicked me? My abdomen throbbed horribly. I soon was doubled over in agony. The Doctor was at my side instantly. I flinched at his touch.

"Doctor," I panted," what's happening to me?"

He stared at me, long and hard, then turned away from me, as if he couldn't bear the answer.

"Contractions. It's starting. And I'm sorry, Amelia." Without any sort of explanation, he whirled to face me. His sonic screwdriver pulsed in my eyes. Then, everything went black.