Her Poor, Lonely Doctor
Amy felt sure that no matter how long she stayed in the TARDIS, she would never discover every single room. Each day she came across one she hadn't found before. Two days ago she found a bowling ally, the day before that she had come across a room filled entirely with clocks.
So naturally, when she couldn't sleep one night she decided to go explore the TARDIS a little more.
With all the twists and turns, and endless corridors Amy soon realised she didn't have a clue where she was. She almost didn't notice there was a door in front of her she'd never seen before. Something told her she shouldn't enter, that this particular door didn't want to be opened. However, as always, curiosity got the better of her. She slowly twisted the handle and quietly stepped in.
It was so dark it took her eyes a moment to adjust.
The Doctor was sleeping fitfully, tossing and turning, as if wracked with nightmares. Where they just bad dreams or awful memories he only allowed to plague him at night? She'd never seen him look so vulnerable and it broke her heart. Unconsciously Amy made her way over, wanting to soothe her Doctor, to find a way to stop him hurting. He was muttering in a language she couldn't understand but it sounded like he was . . . begging. Not knowing what else to do, she sat down on the edge of the bed and gently laid her hand on his chest, just above his heart.
Her poor, lonely Doctor. Under her touch he stopped twitching and shaking quite so much. Slowly he settled down and relaxed, all the tension on his face vanishing until looked peaceful, like any other twenty-something without the fate of humanity resting on his shoulders. She brushed his hair back and realised she was in far too deep. When had she started caring so much? Perhaps it was on Starship UK when she had realised it could just be possible that he needed her in somehow. It might have been back with Churchill, when she had watched him defend the earth with just a jammy dodger. Or maybe it was every time he smiled, and whenever he touched her. His sparkling eyes and dorky bowtie.
He started to snore ever so softly, bringing a smile to her lips.
Even as she knew nothing would never happen between them, she lent down to gently kiss him, lingering for far longer than she should have, then forced herself to get up and leave. With one last glance back at her Raggedy Doctor, she went back to her room assured that he would have no more nightmares tonight.