Ello ello ello! Me again. You can probably guess what episodes this is in between. Hope you like it. I do.

Disclaimer: I don't own doctor who. BBC does.

-DW-

She wants to die.

Right then and there, for the floor to open and swallow her whole.

Of course, she had to look up when she had said it. She had hoped she would be able to sneak by without glancing up at him, to be able to say it and get away with it.

Apparently not.

Her feelings overwhelmed her and she had glanced up into his deep eyes. She had felt lost for a moment, lost in those eyes, before turning back to the matter at hand.

But, when he didn't say anything about it when they got back to the TARDIS, she had thought he hadn't noticed.

It wasn't until the next day when he had called her over and cleared his throat that she knew she was screwed.

"Amy," he began, shuffling his feet and fixing his shirt sleeves. His awkwardness about the situation wasn't helping. He opened his mouth to speak, closed it to pause and collect his thoughts, opened it again. "Back at…" he used his thumb to point behind him before realizing how stupid the gesture was. He sheepishly put his hand down. "When you said something about liking someone you shouldn't…" another pause. "…who did you mean?"

Her eyes widened with fake shock.

"I…I didn't mean anyone. Just an example doctor, nothing more." She waved her hand, and turned to leave. He grabbed her by her wrist and pulled her back. Fire burned where he touched.

Bloody hell.

"Amy, you were looking right at me." He searches her eyes then, both hands grasping hers. She stammers for an answer, but nothing comes.

"Umm…" she trails. She bites her lip, and he has to control himself to keep his gaze steady. His breath quickens for a moment, but she doesn't notice. She's still searching for something to say to him. His eyes quickly flicker from her eyes to her lips, but she's too lost in thought.

They realize later, together, in a few adventures from now, that the things they don't notice kill them. It leaves them blind, in the dark, their hearts beating ignorantly in time.

He lets her go then, realizing his firm grasp on her arm. She takes a step back, then forward. She looks down, and bites her lip again.

The blindness takes the toll on them.

He grabs her again, roughly pushing his lips against hers, mashing them together quickly. They stumble back, her back pressed uncomfortably against the railing. He doesn't leave her any air. He takes her breath, steals it and stores it away in his depths.

Pain fills his eyes when they break. She smiles bright at him and it breaks his heart a little more.

She opens her mouth to express how great this is. How perfect this moment is, and how her heart is soaring.

He presses his hand to her temple before she can, and she slumps in his arms. His eyes press together before he leaves one last kiss on her forehead before heading to her bedroom to lie her down.

And when he puts on that fake smile in a couple of hours, when she stumbles in, wondering what in the world happened, he'll say it was just a dream. She'll agree.

And god, it hurts him.

She cried when she woke. When she woke from that perfect dream she thinks she had.

His fist still hurts from where he slammed it into his machine. He doesn't bother apologizing.

He just takes her away, away from the pain she isn't facing.

The blindness he has to face alone.