It's a House Full of Memories
I never told anyone. Amy told me first chance she got, and then asked me what I saw. I told her he made me wait, and he did; he made me wait for her for hours.
He messed with my head for hours. He didn't even have to be creative; he just opened the door in my head. 1,916 years worth of memories he sorted through to find the ones which affected me the most, the ones that hurt me the most.
I don't even want to think about the memories he chose to… perform before me. He made them come out of my head and showed them recreated right there in the corridors. After he was done with my memories he moved forward to my fears, 1,916 years of memories for him to base them on.
School bullies, my P.E. teacher, my driving test, Prisoner Zero, asking Amy to marry me… and these ones are just from the short time my life was normal. Vampires, nightmares and getting shot came next, along with the Doctor dying, Amy being kidnapped, drowning and talking planets. I'm not going to even begin listing the fears I had as a centurion.
After he used my memories and fears against me he asked me questions about them. A lot of questions. Most of them started with the same two words: 'What if'. What if Prisoner Zero killed Amy? What if Amy left me for the Doctor? What if Amy was turned into a vampire? What if the Dream Lord froze us to death? What if the Silurians killed Amy? What if I wasn't brought back with my soul? What if the Doctor couldn't save Amy? What if the universe ceased to exist?
He kept the most affecting questions to the end, and they all started with the same three words: 'Are you sure'. Are you sure you can be a doctor? Are you sure Amy didn't just settle for you? Are you sure Amy loves you and not the Doctor? Are you sure you are a valuable member of this somewhat eccentric team? Are you sure you can keep up with them? Are you sure Amy isn't hiding something? Are you sure you're sane?
Through it all I stuck close to the door, calling for Amy. I wasn't sure what was real anymore. I just knew I had to figure out a way to keep Amy safe. I needed to keep Amy safe. I needed to see her so I'd know for sure that what he did wasn't real. I wanted this whole day to be just a nightmare. I wanted to wake up, climb out of bed and just look at Amy, keep her safe like I did for 1,894 years. It was then that it occurred to me that Amy could already be dead… that I might die and never get to see her again…
I had to believe in them, though. I had to believe in Amy and the Doctor. I couldn't just give up on them, so I kept calling for Amy. I prayed too.
Amy found her way to me, and then the Doctor came with the TARDIS and eventually, it all turned up alright.
I'm still going to have nightmares. I won't tell anyone.
The End