I've posted this story about a year ago but it had quiet the flaws since my English wasn't perfect. I decided to improve and replace the old concept but it will stay because I got too attached.
Silence. An unbelievable strong force pulled him away and swept him off his feet, falling down roughly. Suddenly the sounds and colours exploded around him, making him cover his face, alarmed. He quickly stood up, his knees felt weak. As fast as he could run, he ran to his 'borrowed' Tardis, slipped inside, mumbling. "Need... To get... Out of... Here..." He pushed the buttons, trying not to think about what was happening outside and he set off... He blinked, exhausted, and it all got black...
All sweaty, the Doctor woke up, having again the dream about the day he ran away. Yet this time with his eleventh face. He ran away from the Time War, his planet was swept away, along with the other Time Lords. He never had been able to forgive himself and his actions and he would never would. The Doctor brushed his hair back with a sigh. He had obviously fallen asleep last night at the control room, once again. The Tardis was misbehaving and his nightmares were getting stronger. Perhaps one influenced the other.
"Morning, Doctor!" A young woman stood up the stairs and the Doctor looked up. "Ah! Morning, Amelia." He gave her one of his bright, childlike smiles. He just wanted to forget about the dream as soon as possible. Amy walked down, trying to ignore the fact she called him Amelia. The Doctor, her best friend would only do that whenever he was worried. "Have you been sleeping here again?" She knew this wasn't going to help a tiny bit because the Doctor only gave her one of his looks, the ones he'd give when he wasn't going to give any other information. The Timelord fixed his bow tie. Amy folded her arms, ready to give a speech. "Honestly, Doctor. I-"
A third person entered the room. Rory, Amy's husband. He might not be the cleverest looking man, but his heart was on the right place and he truly loved Amy. A true companion. "What is ging on?" The man looked between the two of them but the Doctor gave him a comforting smile. "We were discussing plans." He nodded reassuringly, mainly to make himself believe this lie and clapped in his hands, turning on his heels. "Breakfast?" Amy and Rory agreed.
