Follow Your Dreams

Mac was smiling as she sat beside the Doctor on a small booth in a little restaurant café, "Doctor stop," she laughed, leaning back to avoid the fork he was holding up to her with a bit of chocolate cake on the end of it, "I'm full!"

"Please," he pouted, "Just one more bite?"

"Why do you want ME to eat it?" she shook her head, having to grab his wrist to keep him from moving any closer towards her mouth.

"It's the last bite."

"Yes…and?"

He shrugged, "I want you to have it, it's the very last and it's delicious and I love you so I want you to have it instead of me."

Mac blinked and stared at him, "I don't understand how you make getting me fat sound so sweet," she opened her mouth and let him feed her the last bit of cake.

"It's not getting you fat," he told her sliding closer, moving his arm around her shoulders, "It's being considerate and showing you how much I love you."

"Good," she smiled, "because if you were trying to get me fat, it wouldn't work. Not with all the running we get into."

"Even if it was," he countered, reaching up to touch her cheek, "I'd love every bit of you."

She raised an eyebrow at that, "Seriously?"

"There would be more of you to love," he shrugged.

She smiled lightly at that, she still couldn't believe she'd ever been so cross and bitter against him given how sweet and genuine he was. He was just…remarkable. And she felt so lucky that he was her Chosen, that he was hers.

"There is a woman who wants to meet you," a deep voice said from behind him, but the Doctor didn't even flinch, didn't bother to spare the man he assumed was the waiter a glance as he kept his eyes locked on Mac's.

"That's nice," he waved the man off, "I'm spoken for," he grinned at Mac, LOVING that he could say that now, that he could officially say that she was his Chosen, that he was hers and that no one could try to tear them apart again.

"Your help is required."

Mac sighed and looked up at the 'waiter' only to stiffen and sit up straighter, "Doctor…"

He frowned at her reaction and turned to see a Headless Monk standing at the end of their table. His lips pursed at that and he glanced around, seeing that the others in the café were starting to look over, "I don't discuss my business in public."

"I know," the Monk remarked, waving his hand and suddenly the people were gone.

"How did you do that?" Mac frowned, that was FAR beyond the abilities of the Headless Monks, she knew it from firsthand experience. If they could do that, they wouldn't have needed to replace her daughter with a Flesh avatar in Demons Run.

"Who are you?" the Doctor slid a bit further back in the booth, moving his right arm out to rest on the table, trying to make it seem casual, but really he was trying to block the Monk from Mac, the last time they'd encountered the Monks they'd held her captive and stolen their daughter away, he was NOT about to let the man anywhere near his Chosen.

"A messenger," the Monk stated simply.

"Whose messenger?" Mac asked.

"Darla Von Carlson."

"Never heard of her," the Doctor glared, glancing back at Mac, "I swear, never in my life," he crossed his hearts to reassure her he had no idea what was going on. He turned back to the Monk…only to see that he and Mac were now standing in a dimly lit room, full of disused items, dust and dirt everywhere, "Where's the café?"

"You were never in the café."

"Wonderful," Mac rubbed her head, "It's a dream message," she realized, looking at the Doctor.

He frowned at that, "A psychic projection…" he sighed, "Well I hope we fell asleep somewhere comfy."

"Last I remember," Mac squinted as though trying to think of where they'd been before the café, "We were lying on our bed just…talking."

"Yes," the Doctor pointed at her, he rather liked their 'talking' in bed as it usually happened after another activity.

"Do you recognize where you are?" the Monk cut in.

The Doctor glanced around, Mac watching him intently, not just for the pink flush creeping up his neck when she mentioned the talking, but to see if he'd recognize the place because she had no idea what it was. He seemed to know it though as he nodded, "I remember," he looked at the Monk, "How do you hang up on this thing?"

"You can't."

"Oh yeah?" he scoffed, putting an arm around Mac's waist, "And what if I just wake us up?"

He closed his eyes and focused…

~8~

…opening them to see he and Mac were on the beach, both in their swimming attire, him grinning quite widely as he saw Mac's green bikini…

"Didn't quite work," Mac murmured, "We were in the TARDIS in our room, remember? Not on a beach…"

"The beach isn't real either," the Monk agreed, appearing before them, "You are still dreaming."

~8~

The Doctor grimaced as the world around them shifted once more, gripping Mac's hand as they appeared to be standing in the middle of space, the Monk before them, when a set of glowing symbols and numbers and maps appeared before them.

"Space-time coordinates," the Monk stated, "You will meet Darla Von Carlson here. Her daughter is in danger," the Doctor felt Mac stiffen at that and knew, right then and there, that any chance of arguing against this was gone, not that he would have argued very much to start with information and a threat like that, "And only you can save her. You recognize the planet?" he gestured at the coordinates.

"Yes," the Doctor breathed, squeezing Mac's hand as she let out a small gasp, recognizing it too.

"Say it."

"No."

"Name the planet."

"I will not say that name," the Doctor glared.

"SAY IT!"

"NO!" the Doctor shouted…

~8~

…and jerked awake, waking Mac as well as she rested beside him, in his arms, on their bed, the room dark around them.

Mac let out a breath, it wasn't quite alarming, that they'd had the same dream when clearly it was a message of sorts for the Doctor, often Chosens, once they strengthened their mental connection, the telepathic connection that all Time Lords had to each other, Chosens just being a bit more fine tuned and honed in, they'd share the same dream. In sleep their mental defenses were lower, they'd often see what the other was dreaming or even be a part of it.

She looked at the Doctor though, sharing the dream wasn't what was bothering her, no, it was something else, "Please tell me the planet wasn't what I think it is…"

He swallowed hard, looking at her, "It was Skaro," he confirmed, hesitating before he asked, "Are we…"

"We have to," she nodded, "Darla, whoever she is, if her daughter's in danger, whether it's a trap or not…we have to help."

He took a breath and nodded, expecting that, agreeing with it with both his hearts, "Come on," he tok her hand, the two of them getting out of bed and rushing for the console room.

They had a little girl to save.

A/N: I really wanted to do the AOTD prequel lol :) Just to see what the Doctor was dreaming and show a bit of how their mental connection for Thaery is starting to develop again :)

Some notes on reviews...

I make the covers myself yup :) I just sort of use Paint :) Lol, bit busy yup, but at least it'll keep me writing for a good long while :) I didn't get a chance to read them yet, sorry! :( Things have been a bit hectic with our new puppy (had a little scare the other day, he likes to run ahead of us and toppled over the side of our deck and landed 7 steps down :( He's fine! But his hip's a little bruised so I've had to keep a closer eye on him) and I'm starting to fall behind on responding to PMs again on top of still trying to catch up from the first fall-behind lol.

The UNIT Files might have Bessie ;) I can't say for sure though about that or the others, I'd really have to watch the Classic series first, but, at first, the spinoff will focus more on New-Who as, by then, I figure UNIT's all caught up on the things the past incarnations of the Doctor left behind :) As for the Master AU, he wouldn't go for Angel nope, he knows what it means to be Mates, but he wouldn't try to break them up either, for the same reason ;)