Crikey, this is my first fic for ages, years, decades even. And the first ever about the good Doctor. It's one of those things that I just needed to put to paper, or computer...
It was happening again; even in the darkness she could feel it's presence. This cold entity, lying softly next to her not making a sound. It shifted slightly, or so she thought; the movement was so discernible she wasn't sure if it had actually moved in her bleary state. Nothing happened for a moment and she was certain she had imagined whatever it was, and that she'd imagined it most nights. She closed her eyes tightly, patiently waiting for the moment when sleep took over. It was roughly at that point whatever it was it touched her face. Amy Pond screamed.
He heard the scream, and was half the way up the stairs out of the control room when his frantic companion came shooting down, knocking them both off their feet and sending them flying into the console. Amy held on the Doctor as tight as she could.
"That was terrifying!" She shrieked.
"What? What was it?" The Doctor asked.
"I could feel something lying in bed with me." She gasped. "It touched my face, it was so cold, I was so scared."
The Doctor paused for a moment, as if deliberating what to say next. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"Did you recognise it?" He asked the frail shivering girl in front of him.
Amy started. "Why would I recognise it?"
"I don't know," He avoided her gaze, just for a second. "Why are you crying?"
"I'm scared aren't I…? I don't know."
The Doctor face broke into a wide grin as he pulled his little Amelia close into a bear hug.
"You're brilliant Pond, absolutely brilliant."
"I am?" She asked, following him as he led her back to her room. "I'm a nervous wreck because I've been imagining a ghost for days now, and all I can do is cry about it?"
"How long has this been going on?" The Doctor said quietly.
"Ever since they destroyed the drill." Amy hesitated at her bedroom door and looked at the Doctor pleadingly. "Tell me there's no such thing as ghosts?"
"To the girl with the real life imaginary friend?" The Doctor smiled, opening her bedroom door. "I think not."
Amy stepped inside and turned around to the man lingering in her doorway.
"Promise me nothing will hurt me in here." She said quietly.
"Amelia Pond. Do you remember what I told you?" He asked.
"What?"
"Everything's going to be fine."
His companion sighed lazily and quietly closed the door. The man from Gallifrey turned away, content in his own advice.
"How could he possibly hurt you? He loves you." He smiled to himself. "And somehow Amelia, you remember him."
Short one-shot to get me started. I have a big fic brewing in me somewhere, I know it!
C x