Prologue:

Amelia Pond awoke with a scream in her tiny room on the TARDIS. She shut her eyes for a moment, trying to forget the intricate images of a dying Doctor that her never ending nightmares had put in her head. She started to cry, covering her face with her hands. She hated how the same nightmare had become a nightly occurrence.

In record time, the Doctor burst inside her door, still wearing his red plaid pajamas, without having the time to put on a robe. He noticed how upset she was and knew that something was very wrong. She did't usually cry after she had nightmares. He sat next to her and put an arm around her shoulder. "Amelia, was it that bad?" He couldn't help but worry about her.

Amy wiped her face and shook her head. She knew that she couldn't look weak around the Doctor. She loved him, and knew that she had to look stronger than she actually was. "I'm fine." She nodded to herself. "It was just a dream."

The Doctor nodded. "As long as you're okay." He kissed the top of her head and walked off. After walking for a moment, he was in the kitchen. He made Amy a cup of her favorite black tea. He made himself a cup as well, carefully mixing sugar and cream in of the cups of tea. When he was satisfied with what he had made, he walked back to Amy's bedroom, only to see her curled up, under the covers in her bed. He set down the cups of tea and sat on the edge of the bed.

When Amy rolled over to face the Doctor, she couldn't help but smile. He helped her sit up, and he handed her a perfect cup of tea. She took it from him and started sipping on the warm tea in her cup. "Thank you, Doctor," she said quietly.

"Anytime, Amelia." The Doctor smiled at her as she quickly drank her tea. He noticed that her eyes were still red, and somewhat puffy, that is, when her cup wasn't covering her face. He knew that he wouldn't deserve someone that beautiful, and that sweet. He knew that she would fall for somebody else.. Someone more muscular, someone who was younger. He couldn't watch his precious, beautiful Amelia Pond get her heart broken by some senseless man off of the street. She was much more than that. Amelia was like the light at the end of his tunnel.. She was the first face that the Doctor saw, and he couldn't have been happier about seeing it. She had waited fourteen years, and he would do anything to gain back the childhood of the woman that he grew to love. Deep in thought, he found his vision fixed on Amy, finishing up her last sip of tea. In that one moment, The Doctor knew that he needed Amelia Pond for himself, and that he wouldn't stop trying until she was his.