Hello, fanfiction readers! If you have by chance stumbled upon this story, please take the time read and review it! Author (aka me,) would greatly appreciate it and send all reviewers hugs through email…or something…'tis a story about dreams, the Doctor, with a bit of romance and appearance by almost all our favorite DW and Inception characters at some point. (*cough Harkness cough*)and thus we come to the disclaimer:
John: Hey, Hollie!
Me: Yeah?
John: I've got the rights for Doctor Who and Inception!
Me: WOOOOOOHOOOOOO!
*wakes up from dream* I have the rights for Doctor Who and Inception…wait a minute…my curtains look funny…ZOMG I'M STILL DREAMING. *insert mind blowing moment with equally mind blowing music here*
*wakes up again* Aww…dammit. Still own nothing. CURSE YOU COOOOOOBBBB!
DO ENJOY! Warning: this is relatively spoilery of Series 6, so if you haven't watched it all yet I don't recommend you read this just yet. Unless you want to be spoiled. In that case, GO RIGHT AHEAD!
Amy Pond walked along a dark corridor. Nothing about the place was familiar. It was slightly damp in the air, and barely lit by a dim string of electric lights on the low ceiling. She looked around curiously. "Hello?" she called out. Her voice reverberated down the empty, dank, hallway and the only reply she got was the echo of her cry. She kept walking. She wasn't sure exactly why she kept walking. She knew there could easily be something dangerous down this corridor. So why was she still walking? She realized it was cold. Unbearably cold. Her breath was coming out as steam, mist in the frigid air. She wrapped her arms around herself, shivering and wishing Rory was there. Then suddenly, a light blazed from the end of the corridor. A familiar sound echoed down the dark halls. It was a sound she had never forgotten, even after all this time. The sound of time itself. The TARDIS. A smile spread across her face.
"The Doctor," she whispered breathlessly, before breaking into a run down the never-ending hallway. She saw the outline of the blue box appear gradually until it fully materialized at the far end of the corridor. She ran faster, but just when it seemed like she would reach the TARDIS, it turned out it was still further down the hallway. The dark walls seemed to mock her, as if they knew she'd never manage to make it to the end. She was starting to get exhausted when, finally- she was there. Standing in front of that box, that beautiful, beautiful Police Call Box, the thing she'd missed for so long. Slowly, the door opened. She grinned in spite of her exhaustion, knowing that any minute she'd see her Raggedy Doctor, and he would take her everywhere like he always used to. The door opened fully, and her bright smile quickly vanished and was replaced by a twisted expression of horror. Instead of the Doctor, a Silent stood there, towering over her in its business suit, it's mouthless, gaunt face large and menacing. Legs numb, she stumbled back, eyes wide with shock and fear. It took a step towards her, speaking in its horrible guttural voice.
"Foolish girl. You believe your so called Doctor is safe. He is far from safe. We know that we were deceived. We know he still lives." It stretched out one of its horrid hands. "Silence WILL fall." Amy backed away quickly, but, in her panic to get away, she tripped and fell, landing on the damp ground. It leaned over her, sunken eyes looking directly into hers. Lips trembling, she managed to speak.
"What do you want from me?"
Somehow, even though they couldn't express emotion, it seemed amused. "You shall soon know. We have plans for you, Amy Pond. You are our pawn, but you do not know it yet. You will be the one who leads us to victory."
"Never," she said defiantly. "I'd die before I hurt the Doctor!" She tried her best not to show that she was terrified.
The Silent looked at her for a long time, saying nothing. Finally, it did. "Is that so?"
"Yes," she hissed fiercely.
"Then..." it said slowly. "You shall die. With you and your daughter gone, he will have no one."" And then, Amy watched as something of a hole appeared where a mouth should've been on the Silent's twisted face. It raised its arm, pointing at her. She screamed before raw power surged from its finger tips, hitting here with a BOOM, incinerating her into ash. The last thing she saw was its face, contorted into an expression of what looked like satisfaction.
And that's when Amy Pond woke up. She bolted upwards in her bed, breathing heavily, her heart racing. She looked around quickly, than breathed a slow sigh of relief. She was home. In her bedroom. Not in a dark hallway with a Silent. Safe. She thought about her dream- well, it was more like a nightmare, really- wondering about what it could've meant. She glanced at the sleeping form of Rory Williams-Pond beside her, then shakily stood up and walked into their kitchen. The clock on the stove repeatedly flashed 5:36 am. Incredibly early, even for her. She flicked on her kettle. A tea had always managed to calm her nerves. Pouring the hot water on her tea bag, she sat down and gazed out the window at the just rising Sun. What could her nightmare mean? She really didn't like the idea of being a pawn for the Silence. Amy had had enough bad experiences with those things. The thought of working for them almost made her sick. And the part about "her daughter being out of the way?" What had the Silent meant by that? River had to be alright. A sick feeling came over her as she remembered that River and her had different timelines. Maybe...maybe River was gone. But, no. That couldn't be. Maybe the dream meant something else. It had to. Maybe...maybe the Doctor's coming back? Ever since River had told Amy and Rory that the Doctor was in fact alive, Amy had been waiting for him to come, but he hadn't yet. She sipped her tea, staring out the window. She didn't know how long she sat there for, until she heard footsteps beside her.
"You're up early." She turned and saw Rory, bleary eyed, with messy hair standing in the hall.
"Morning," she said with a smile. He yawned and looked at the clock.
"Amy..." he said. "It's 6 o clock. What exactly were you doing?"
She shrugged innocently. "Couldn't sleep." She didn't want to tell him about her nightmare. She didn't know why, but she didn't.
He sat down in the chair opposite her. "Alright." There was silence for a few minutes, before he asked "It's the Doctor, isn't it?"
She gave him a tiny smile. "Yeah."
"You miss him?" He knew her too well.
"More than ever." She sighed and took a few more sips of tea. "It's just...after all those adventures we went on, all those times we had, it's so weird to be back here like it all never happened." She set her mug down angrily. "How could we be expected to lead a normal life after that?"
Rory nodded sympathetically. "I miss it too. But," he added jokingly. "I don't think I miss dying every once in a while."
She laughed. "Yeah, I don't think I miss the "constantly in mortal danger" thing as much, either."
"Do you think River knows where he is?" Rory wondered. "I mean, if she ever stops by again, we could ask her..."
"I don't think she will," Amy said sadly.
Rory gaped at her, somewhat surprised. "What makes you say that? She's..." He swallowed. "She's our daughter; she's bound to come back!" He still had trouble believing that sometimes. Amy could sympathize. After all, it wasn't every day that you learned the woman you were traveling with was your part alien daughter, who also happened to be your best friend growing up. Stuff like that just didn't happen. Amy sighed.
"I don't know. It's just this feeling I get...remember, her timeline goes opposite ours. So, technically, in our timeline, in our past, she's already died."
"You...you think she's dead?" Rory asked. "But, why? We can't know for sure."
Suddenly, Amy found her eyes swimming with tears. "Rory- I..." She burst into tears.
"Hey- Amy- what?" he said, sliding over to put his arm around her, looking concerned. "What's wrong?"
Between sobs, she confessed her nightmare, telling him all about the TARDIS, the Silent, the Silent's plans for the Doctor, and the fact that River was now "out of the way." He listened quietly, his arms around her.
"-and Rory, I'm so scared that something has happened to the Doctor, the Silence knows he isn't dead! And River, poor River, something happened to her, too! Our daughter!"
"Shh," he said gently, comforting her. "River and the Doctor are fine. I know it. It was only a dream, right?" He pretended like Amy's nightmare didn't bother him, but inside, he was a little concerned. He couldn't show it right now. She needed him.
She looked up at him with her tear stained face. "But what," she whispered. "If the dream becomes reality?"
Rory shrugged. "We could always, y'know, try to contact the Doctor."
"How?" Amy whispered. "We can't attract the attention of his enemies...unless..." she gasped. "Torchwood?"
Rory nodded. "Torchwood."
*plays victory music* YAY. First chapter= complete. Hopefully it piqued your interest and you shall return for Chapter 2 (in which there may or may not be Captain Jack Harkness.) Please review! I'm hoping to bring your favorite dream team into the next chapter, we shall see! That Arthur…hot dayyyuummmmm! ;)
And before anyone says it….DIBS ON RORY. DIBS DIBS DIBS!
