OKAY! So...this is a set of drabbles that I have written. I am guessing this is what drabble means...I hope... anyway. So this isn't all one story-it's different clippings in the series (and my own) that I think they should have fallen in love. Im not MOFFAT!

'Amelia.

Oh, Amelia.

Don't wait for me...' He mumbled, staring at the screen. There were images of her. Smiling, laughing, hugging him. She used to hug him. Kiss him. It was astonishing what she had done to his heart. He shook his head and flipped the button to turn the screen off. He leaned against the panels, sighing with sadness and regret.

I Know you loved her, Doctor. You shouldn't have left her like that. It was unfair. The Tardis reprimanded. He shook his head angrily, and stood up straight, walking to the chair.

"You know she would have gotten injured. Or worse. It's not like I had a choice! This wasn't me!"

It was all you. She would have gotten injured at some point, but so have you. She's strong, just as strong as you. Maybe even stronger. If she was in your place, she wouldn't have sent you away to dull old leadsworth to live with that idiot, Rory.

He shook off her words and strode to his bedroom, flopping down on the fiery red blanket. The walls were blue and stars hung from the ceiling. There was a large bedside table beside the floating bed, and upon the mahagony was an assortment of pictures. There were images of all of his friends-even a few of his relatives, although those were slightly smashed and shoved to the back of the collection. In the very front row was an image of him and Amy, standing in front of the Ifle tower. She was hanging her arm around his shoulder, and was leaning up as if she were going to kiss his cheek. He was smiling happily, his eyes angling down to her face. They were holding hands...that was before Rory came. There was, of course, an image of Amy and Rory next to that. They were holding one another close, and kissing. He frowned and turned that picture upside down, and reached for the image of Amy and himself. He pulled it close and inspected it, brushing his thumb over Amelia's red cascade. He sighed again, and held it close to his chest, falling deep asleep. Today had been a long day- Minotaurs, Rita, Joe, losing his fairytale...

It was time to go to the realm of dreams.

KAY! Drabbleness number one. This was after he left Amy and Rory in Leadsworth after the God Complex. Here goes another-it's about the dream lord episode!

The Doctor's eyes opened hesitantly. He was about to move and alert Amy he had awoken, but then her heard the Dream Lord's next words."Poor Amy. He always leaves you, doesn't he?" The little twerp asked his Amy. He let out a regretful breath and kept listening.

"He doesn't have to. You know why?" He heard something moving against a jacket, like a shake of a head.
"Because he's my love. And you never have to apologize to someone you love-you just have to show them how much you love them. And I've seen it. Every time I look in his eyes. He never has to apologize to me."
The little man chuckled.

"That's good, because he never will apologize."

"I don't care."

"I'm guessing that was your choice, then? You choose the Doctor over Rory?"

"Yes. I always will-a thousand years and more. Much, much more. He's the oncoming storm, and I'm the Oncoming Fire. We'll be eachothers for all of forever."

"And how do you know that? It's not like he has agreed to that. You don't have any real proof wether he loves you, you realize that, don't you? There's no proof. He left you alone-again. It's not going to get better."
He couldn't lay there anymore. He stood up slowly, and they spun around to look at him.

"Until now."

BUAH-HA-HA! What'd ya think? Next chappy will become two more teensy beauties! XD