Author's Note: Not completely sure how well this will blow over. The idea sort of just popped into my mind, and I felt the need to start writing immediately instead of planning a bit first. Plus, this is only my second story. So, I would really appreciate reviews. Thanks.

Disclaimer: As nice as that would be, I do not own Doctor Who. At all.

The robot pressed forward, chasing the man and me. I'd known him for so long, and I still didn't know his name. The only way I could recognize him anywhere was by the same brown suit he always wore. He would always walk up to me with a kind smile on his face, and invite me to go somewhere with him. And, though he was just a stranger, I always accepted.

We stopped as the man decided where to go next. The robot continued to inch toward me, and I just stared at its eyestalk. Fear crept inside me as it pointed its weapon at my chest. Tears began to stream down my face.

The man grabbed my hand, and pulled me the other direction. The robot shot its laser, and it barely missed my leg. I ran alongside the man for what felt like hours until we reached another alley.

"Are you alright?" He asked as he gasped for breath.

I nodded, though I felt exhausted. "Do we have to run anymore?"

The man looked around. "I don't know. I don't know if they will come back."

"What are they?"

"They're called Daleks. Their sole purpose in life is to kill."

I shivered. The man smiled sympathetically. "I'll protect you."

Finally, the lucid moment I had been waiting for happened. "What's your name?"

"The Doctor." He said with the same kind smile on his face.

As I was about to question, I followed the Doctor's gaze toward the sky. Twenty-something Daleks floated in the sky.

I backed up against the wall, hoping the Doctor would do the same. Instead, he stood up and held his arms up.

"Don't hurt her." He yelled defiantly. "Kill me instead."

"We will kill the Doctor!" They yelled in their monotonous voices. They all directed their weapons at his chest.

"No!" I yelled, getting up. The Doctor motioned for me to stay against the wall.

He turned around and looked me in the eyes. "Thank you, Erin. Thank you." He then turned back to face the Daleks.

"No!" I yelled again, but it was too late. They simultaneously shot their weapons at the Doctor, and he staggered to the ground.

I woke up suddenly, with my sweat causing me to stick to my sheets. I wiped away the tears that were sticking to my face, and pulled myself out of bed. The clock read 6:38, but how could I go back to sleep?

I looked in the mirror at my reflection, a very distraught, puffy, tangled-hair one, and ignored it, proceeding to open my dresser drawer. I pulled out my dream journal and flipped to the only empty page that was left. It surprised me how often these kinds of dreams were happening.

I flipped through the pages casually, just to glance at the dates. When I came to the first page, the date scribbled at the top was January 15, 2008. So, almost three years these dreams have been occurring. Not every single night, but about once a week. The first one was so… stunning, that I had to write it down. Since then, I knew that these were all somehow connected, so I proceeded to write all of them down.

As I wrote down the happenings of the most recent dream, I thought back to the very first dream I had about this man. I wasn't involved in this dream, I only watched from the side, but it was so amazing, so spectacular, so… real.

I was sitting at home, watching the news, when reports of this space ship that was floating above London started playing on the news. Suddenly, I was there, in the space ship! I was afraid of the aliens, so I hid behind this blue box that had popped in the same time that I had. I then watched several people try to fight for the freedom of the Earth. Their attempts were failing, and I knew I was going to die along with them.

But, something happened. The doors of the blue box opened, and I heard a man's voice. When he stepped into view, he began to ask weird questions… not directed to the aliens, or the other humans, but to himself.

I couldn't help but giggle, and he looked at me. I froze, and he just smiled directly at me. He then saved the world in the course of about fifteen minutes.

Ever since then, I had been a primary part of the dreams that involved him. I was always by his side in saving the world. In three years' worth of dreams, I had more fun than I had had in my entire lifetime.

Except for last night. Last night's dream was more like a nightmare. The man... the Doctor... how could he just die? He was the most amazing person I had ever met, even though I had only met him in my dreams, and he just died like that?

But… it was all just a dream, right?