Dreams

by Susan M. M

Years after his memory was wiped of his adventures with the Doctor, Jamie MacCrimmon is still subject to strange dreams. A drabble.

Standard Fanfic Disclaimer that wouldn't last ten seconds in a court of law: this is fanfiction. They aren't my characters (other than Catriona), nor my setting. Based on characters and settings owned by the BBC. No intent of fraud, etc., blah blah blah. Written for the ConDor Drabble Contest.

Dreams

by Susan M. M.

Catriona awoke. The other half of the bed was empty. Yawning, she stumbled her feet into her shoes , grabbed her shawl and wrapped it around her shoulders, and ambled outside. As she'd expected, her husband was standing outside, looking up at the stars.

"Nightmares again, Jamie-love?"

"Dreams," Jamie McCrimmon corrected her. "Strange dreams."

"Ill dreams if they keep you from your bed."

In the interests of marital harmony, Jamie did not argue with her, following her back into their cottage. But they were not ill dreams. Strange and wonderful dreams, aye, magical dreams. Uncanny dreams that felt like memories.