A/N: I unfortunately do not own the genius that is Doctor Who, no copyright infringement intended.
"But mum!" a little boy whined.
"Now don't put up a fight," his mother responded. "It's getting late."
The child huffed and dragged himself to his darkened room. He crawled under the sheets and stared out the window, willing the velvety night sky to lighten the trees just outside. He had always been afraid of the dark, as was expected of a five old child. His mother, however, had shown him how the shadows could come alive and be beautiful. He looked to the hallway when he heard footsteps, seeing there his mum walking towards his door.
"Once more," she said in resignation when she reached the threshold, leaning on the door frame. "But you have to promise to go to sleep."
The boy smiled and sat up eagerly as she came to sit with him on the full-sized bed. He pulled the small, red torch from under his pillow and directed it at the pale blue wall opposite of the window. He saw tiny specks of dust floating through the thin beam.
His mother pulled up the sleeves of her sweat shirt and pushed her short, brunette hair behind her ears. She grinned slightly and contorted both of her hands into a very realistic dove, perched on the night table against the wall. She made it fly around the room and the child followed her hands with the small torch, grinning and giggling as his mum made the black dove do acrobatics across his ceiling.
After a few minutes, when she noticed the boy let a yawn escape, the mother fluttered her hands down to perch the bird back on the night table. Her son switched off the torch and tucked it back under his pillow, leaving his room in the dim light coming from the night light next to the doorway.
The woman stood and kissed her son on the forehead. "Goodnight" she whispered just before closing the door.
The boy once again curled up in the blankets. Though this time, rather than staring at the dark trees outside his window, he looked to the table on the opposite wall.
A pitch black dove sat upon his wall, as if it was perched on the table. Just a dark silohuette against the dim light in the rest of the room. It cocked its shadowy head and fluttered its inky wings, clumsily trying to lift itself up the wall. It hopped a few times and took off as far as the ceiling before falling back to the ground. The little boy watched with amusement until he could no longer stay awake. He slowly closed his eyes, having no fear of the dove trying to fly. He knew that it would soon fade — as it did every night — until his mother brought it to life again.
A/N2: Yes, I know it's very short. Get used to chapters like this from me. I'm planning on posting short-ish chapters on a regular basis. You can count on a chapter at least once a week, I promise not to keep you waiting too long. Anyway, please review and tell me what you think! Thanks for reading!