Title: Haunting Calls.
Author: JForward
Summary: Before the first WolfDoctor. The Doctor has a dream that tells him of future events but he doesn't understand.
I do not own Doctor Who. Oh dear, that's life. Sigh.
He slid under the thick, powder blue covers, sighing contentedly. The lights faded down to a tiny, warm golden glow, and he snuggled into the pillows. He should sleep more often, but really, he didn't need to. After a long, exciting day with Rose he was very tired and, as he had not slept for gone over a month, he knew even now his constitution was failing. He knew he had to rest before he got ill and was forced to sleep. The mahogany bed was strong and comfortable, the covers thick as was the pillow and the mattress soft. His eyes blinked closed slowly, shutting out the golden-highlighted furniture.
His breathing deepened as he slipped into a dream, the TARDIS cutting the warm glow to conserve energy, the Doctor's bound arm atop the covers where he had been bitten.
In the dream
He stood, fully dressed in his pinstripes, staring out across a beautiful bloodshot sunrise. He felt Rose was next to him; he didn't need to look at her. He was smiling contentedly, happy and relaxed. Then, a black shadow whisked across the area in front of them. Rose was gone, and the dream rapidly degenerated into a nightmare as the sun vanished, being replaced by a huge, white full moon.
The black shadow was swooping towards him now, the sound of pounding thundering in his ears. He turned and ran, but he felt something happening. The breath was swept from his lungs and he was running on all fours, shape changing, claws growing. The black shadow ran alongside him, the shape of the wolf, and he swerved wildly, thrashing at the thick fur that was all he could see, and the burning hunger within him.
The Doctor gasped, sitting bolt upright, tangled in his covers. He rubbed his face with his shaky, unharmed hand. He didn't understand his dream, but he had a feeling the TARDIS had influenced it to tell him something. He shivered, slithering back under the covers. In the warm glow everything looked golden and comforting. He lay back, listening to the comforting thrumming underneath him, and wondered what was to come.