A/N: Here we go with our second installment (there are three total). Thanks for the alert sign-ups, favorites, and especially the reviews. I hope you'll continue to enjoy, and continue to let me know what you think.

After Treylon III, both Rory and Amy watched the Doctor warily. He was more chipper and energetic than ever, bounding about the TARDIS like a caffeinated child, but he still didn't seem to be sleeping. The dark circles under his eyes grew more pronounced and his skin took on a papery texture. Rory tried to talk to him, but the Doctor always found a way to evade the subject. By the third day Rory was thoroughly frustrated, sleep-deprived, and irritable.

It was now late, by Leadworth time, and Rory was waiting in the corridor at the top of the stairs from the console room. He and Amy had told the Doctor they were going to bed, leaving the Time Lord alone in the room below. In reality, they'd perched in the corridor, trying to keep watch without being seen. After a few minutes Amy had moved away, telling Rory she was going to make them some coffee. He'd nodded, not turning away from his watch of the console room. The Doctor had spent half-an-hour tinkering. Now he moved to the captain's chair, pulling a small book from his jacket pocket.

"What's he doing?" Amy's whisper made Rory start. She slipped to the floor beside him, passing over a steaming mug.

"He's reading," he murmured, taking a cautious sip of the hot drink. Amy had made him café mocha and he hoped the combination of espresso and chocolate would be enough to fight of the drowsiness he was feeling.

"Reading?" Amy huffed and sank back against the wall. For a few minutes she was silent, but when her fingers started drumming lightly on her mug Rory knew she was going to say something more. "Are you sure we need to do this?" she asked at last. "He hasn't done anything other than tinker for the past three nights."

"And what happens if he does fall asleep and starts sleepwalking again? He almost went over the balcony at the hotel. What if he… tries to fly the TARDIS and crashes us in to something?"

"We need to talk to him."

"You're welcome to have a go," Rory said, fighting back irritation. "I've tried but he just keeps dodging..."

"Sshh," Amy chided, putting a finger against his lips. "He's nodding off." Rory turned to see the Doctor's head nodding and his arms dropping away from his body. The book slipped from his hand, hitting the floor with a soft thunk. Amy and Rory waited but the Doctor stayed still. After a few minutes they got to their feet and stepped out onto the landing, moving cautiously down the stairs. The Doctor was still in the chair, his arms splayed out to his sides and his chin resting on his chest. The sound of soft snoring reached them. Rory was tempted to move the Time Lord – he was bound to get a crick in his neck – but he didn't want to wake him. He sat down on the steps to keep watch. With a sigh, Amy settled beside him, threading her arm through his and resting her head on his shoulder.

The Doctor's face was relaxed in sleep, making him look even younger than usual. Rory studied him as he waited. Almost all his memories of the dreams they'd shared were faded, but he could clearly remember the way the Dream Lord had taunted the Doctor. It'd been mind-boggling to learn the Dream Lord was the Doctor. His inner darkness, turned against himself he'd said. He'd ridded them of the psychic pollen so they were no longer sharing dreams but that didn't mean the Doctor wasn't still having them.

Rory could feel his eyelids getting heavy and he struggled to keep awake. Amy's breath came in steady puffs against his neck and he was fairly certain she was already asleep. He felt himself start to nod, his head dipping toward hers, and jerked himself awake. The move jostled Amy, who lifted her head. She started to frown at him and then her eyes went wide.

"Rory! He's moving!" Rory turned to see the Doctor moving slowly down the steps toward the TARDIS doors. He got stiffly to his feet and started down the rest of the staircase. He moved slowly, expecting the Doctor to turn at the bottom of the stairs and go under the main floor. To his surprise, the Doctor kept moving toward the TARDIS doors. Rory felt his heart start to pound and quickened his steps.

"Oh my God," Amy said. She kept talking but Rory tuned her out as he dashed down the steps. The Doctor was pulling open the doors. For a second he stood in the entryway, and then he took a step forward. Rory dove for him, catching his ankle and tugging hard. The Doctor pitched forward, his legs hitting the TARDIS floor while his torso and head were dangling out into space. Amy arrived a second later, catching at his waist and helping Rory pull him back into the ship. The Doctor fought them, clawing at the floor and struggling to get back to the doors. Rory wrestled with him, prying his hands away before he could get a purchase on the door-frame.

"Amy!" he cried. "Shut the doors!" He managed to roll the Doctor away and she closed and bolted the doors while he continued to struggle with the Time Lord. The Doctor was on his back now, swiping away. One of his blows connected with Rory's eye, knocking him aside. For a second Rory lay on the floor, stunned. The sound of a slap roused him and he pushed himself up to see Amy planted in front of the TARDIS doors. The Doctor was standing in front of her, one hand raised to his cheek.

"Wha… what was that for?" he asked.

"You were sleepwalking," Amy said.

"Don't be ridiculous…"

"You were, Doctor," Rory told him, getting to his feet and moving to stand beside Amy. The Doctor looked lost and confused for a moment, until his gaze settled on Rory's face.

"What's happened to your eye?" he asked.

"You hit me," Rory replied.

"I hit you? Why would I do that?"

"You were trying to go out the TARDIS doors and when we tried to stop you, you fought us."

"I tried… No. No, I couldn't have."

"You did," Amy said firmly. "If Rory and I hadn't been here you would have stepped right out into space." She folded her arms across her chest and frowned at him. Rory stayed beside her, watching the Doctor warily.

"I… I'm sorry," the Doctor said, bowing his head. "I… I didn't mean to scare you."

"Scare us?" Rory protested. "You could have died!"

"I'm sorry," the Doctor repeated, not meeting his gaze. They were silent for a few minutes, Rory and Amy staring while the Doctor looked down at the floor. Finally he looked back up, his face guilty and anxious. "We… we should get something for your eye," he said, reaching out to touch Rory's shoulder. "Come on. Medical bay's just down the corridor." He turned away, starting up the steps to the main floor. Amy stared after him in disbelief.

"It's ok," Rory told her. "I'll go with him to the medical bay. You go get a spare set of my pajamas. He is going to sleep." He gave her arm a quick squeeze before hurrying after the Doctor.

The Doctor was waiting just inside the medical bay door when Rory arrived. The room was bright, with white walls and three hospital-style beds in a neat row. The Doctor waved him toward the first bed before turning toward the white cabinets which lined one wall, interrupted only by a small sink in the center of the span.

"Just have a seat," he said, rummaging through the first cupboard. "I've got an ointment here somewhere which will take down the swelling."

Rory waited until the Doctor was applying the ointment before he spoke.

"Doctor, you need to tell me what's going on," he said, working hard to keep his voice calm. The Doctor's hand paused for a second before he resumed his gentle application of the cream.

"I don't know yet. I'm working on it."

"Is it the Dream Lord? Are you seeing him again?" The Doctor stayed silent. When he moved his hand away Rory caught his wrist. "Talk to me. Tell me what's happening."

"Rory…"

"Trying to figure it out on your own isn't working so why not try talking to me?" Rory asked.

"It's… look, Rory, I… I just don't think…"

"You don't think I can help. Why? Because I'm just a nurse? Because I'm human?"

"No, it's … I don't…" The Doctor lifted his hands in a helpless gesture.

"Look, you're the one who said you didn't like being on your own," Rory told him. "Well guess what? You're not on your own. Amy's here. I'm here."

"For now." The words were so soft Rory wasn't sure he'd heard them correctly. He stared and a flush crept up the Doctor's face. "I mean… that's not…"

"You think we're going to leave now that Amy's made up her mind about me."

"You wanted the Leadworth dream to be real. You wanted that life – settled in a nice village with a baby on the way, no madman in a box to drag you into danger."

"What I wanted, what I've always wanted, is Amy. I can be happy anywhere – anywhen – so long as I've got her," Rory said. He leaned forward to clap the Doctor on the shoulder. "I can even come to like her madman." The Doctor smiled a little, nodding.

"But eventually…"

"Eventually is a long way off." Amy's voice came from the doorway and Rory looked up to watch her walk in. She carried a tray of steaming mugs and had a pair of Rory's sleep-pants draped over one arm. "We're here now," she said firmly. "You called us your friends. Friends help each other." She settled the tray on the end of the bed and Rory could see she'd made mugs of warm milk.

"You can't keep going without sleep, and we can't keep sitting up to watch you," Rory said, turning back to the Doctor.

"I know."

"Are you having nightmares? Is that what's causing you to sleepwalk?" Amy asked. Rory shook his head.

"Sleepwalking and dreaming occur in different parts of the sleep cycle, at least for humans," he said. The Doctor nodded.

"In Time Lords too," he said. "I… I'm not dreaming."

"So if you're not dreaming while you're walking…" Amy began. The Doctor cut her off.

"No, you misunderstand. I'm not dreaming at all. I've stopped myself."

"Stopped yourself? How?" asked Amy.

"It's… complicated. A Time Lord trick."

"Is it possible you're sleepwalking because you're suppressing your dreams?" Rory asked.

"Anything's possible," the Doctor replied, shrugging. He looked exhausted and Rory could feel his own weariness increasing.

"There's one way to find out," Amy said. "Go to sleep and let yourself dream. If you wake up in bed, it's worked." The Doctor looked apprehensive and Rory gestured to the beds.

"There are three beds here. We'll each take one. You won't be alone." When the Doctor continued to look doubtful he pressed on. "We've seen your dreams, Doctor. We were in them. You're not going to scare us off."

"Ok," the Doctor said finally, nodding. "There… there are restraints. We should use them. Just in case."

"We could give you some kind of sedative…" Rory began but the Doctor shook his head.

"I can metabolize drugs very quickly if I've a mind to - another Time Lord trick. I wouldn't trust myself and I don't want to hurt you," he said, ducking his head. "Again."

"Ok," Rory told him.

"Right," Amy said. "If we're going to do this you should get changed." She held out the pants and the Doctor took them, moving to the far bed and drawing a curtain around it.

A few minutes later he was stretched out on the bed. Amy was rummaging in a cupboard for a blanket and Rory was attaching the padded cuffs to the Doctor's wrists.

"Tell me if it's too tight," he said.

"It's fine," the Doctor assured him, wiggling his fingers. His eyelids were drooping as Rory reached for the second cuff and by the time it was fastened, he was asleep. Amy draped a blanket over him before she and Rory moved away. She took the bed closest to the door, while he took the one in the middle.

After several sleepless nights and a mug of warm milk, he thought he'd be asleep in seconds but he wasn't. He lay still in the darkness, listening to the steady sounds of the Doctor's breathing. He couldn't help but feel he was waiting for something.