A/N: thank you for the reviews everyone! im glad you don't think its weird…cos I was writing it thinking WTH but okay ;) anyway reeeaaadddd and maybe review? Just maybe? ;) and sorry for the late update, been busy with stuff but it's the holidays now so woopiiieeee :D
Chapter Three
Don't leave me
Amy lay on her bed staring at the ceiling. She tried to calm her heart which was beating so fast it would surely burst out of her chest…for two reasons mostly…
One was that dream…The angel had killed the Doctor last time. It was like a recurring dream only it never reached the end…
She wondered why she had dreamt of the Doctor dying. Was it because she had almost died? Or was it a sign…that something was going to end…a life maybe?
Then the other reason was that the Doctor had hugged her…HUGGED her…she should be getting used to it now, he was that type of person. But every time as he so much as brushed her skin accidently it gave her butterflies…
She turned on her side. What was wrong with her? He was her childhood friend, that was all. He hadn't changed for fourteen years; nothing could ever happen between them. Nothing at all…
But if only something could…
Amy got annoyed with herself. She was getting married in the morning and she had already run off with a strange man in a box to see the "world" kissed him in her bedroom and had dreams about him…
She needed sorting out. But for some reason it didn't feel wrong to her…it felt natural…right almost…
STOP IT! She cried out in her mind. "YOU'RE GETTING MARRIED IN THE MORNING!" She felt herself drifting again..
"Married in the morning…"
Married in the morning….
Married in the morning…
"The morning's a long time away…what are we going to do about that?"
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"I'm getting married in morning! And we are in some weird…jungly type of place…" Rory exclaimed, holding a wet leaf away from his head and ducking underneath it. The Doctor rolled his eyes, wishing people wouldn't keep reminding him Amy was getting married in the morning…It pained his heart, tugging it down until he had to shake his head and remind himself it was his fault…
He was late…
"Doctor?" said Rory, looking concerned.
"Sorry…again." The Doctor said, grinning wearily.
"Why ARE we here?" asked Rory.
"Okay…real reason?"
"Well…yeah?"
"To give Amy some time alone. Those dreams seem to be haunting her…perhaps she just needs some quiet."
"The TARDIS is big enough to have some alone time considering there are over one thousand rooms." Rory said sarcastically, though holding back the harshness because of his good nature.
"Yeah…well…You know, perhaps she doesn't want people coming in and disturbing her dreams. Sometimes reaching the dreams to the end helps get rid of them…rather than just leaving them unfinished." The Doctor said wisely.
Rory stepped in a puddle that went deeper down than he expected and recklessly tried to pull his foot back out. With a loud sucking sound the mud unclasped his foot and he tumbled backwards, surprised, flinging a large amount of wet mud sticking to the Doctor's trouser leg. The Doctor looked down at his trousers, frowned slightly and shook the mud off.
"Anyway…as I was saying…" he said, wondering how Amy could ever fall for such a…fool…even if Rory did have a good nature and everything…
"So where does this go?" Rory asked.
"I dunno," the Doctor shrugged, "Let's hope it's not a nightmare." He winked and splodged on through the marshy ground.
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"Amy!" the Doctor's voice was so far away. Amy could hear him but not see him…"Amy…" further and further away. Amy began to clamber blindly, almost floating through mid-air, feeling no ground beneath her feet. Her eyes were heavy. She was so tired…so tired…
"Amy…" the voice was further. Amy turned to go in the direction of the voice, only for it to be said again, "Amy!" the voice had moved in the completely opposite direction. Amy changed course, only for the voice to change too. She stopped still, though found she couldn't be still, she was swaying. Slowly…slowly…
"AMY HELP!" Screamed a voice. A blackness erupted into Amy's vision, only to dissolve again. Amy looked around, ground beneath her feet now. She began to run, run run run. But her legs were so heavy it felt as if she was walking with lead for legs. She heaved them onwards, panting heavily though not feeling her heart rush. The Doctor was screaming. Amy began to cry, but the tears wouldn't come.
"AMY! HELP ME! AMY!"
The voice was behind her, Amy spun around but there was an invisible force knocking her back. She pushed against it, trying to get to the Doctor, at last beating it.
But it was too late…
The Doctor was lying on the floor…
Amy tried to run towards him…
But blackness began to seep through the lines of the room…
She tried more, more…
Her legs weren't moving, as if she was on an exercise bike…
The blackness began to deepen, filling every vision…
Amy was trapped in the walls…closing…
It all went black and the Doctor screamed so loudly…so…so…
Amy screamed and sat up in her bed. She was sweating. She was crying. She was panting. Her breath was short, she panted and panted until she regained her strength. It was just a dream, Amy thought. But that scream had been all too real…all too real…
Amy looked around her room and flung back the covers. She wanted the Doctor. She wanted to know he was ALIVE.
She burst through her doors and ran down the large metal steps to end up in the console room. Empty. Amy sank down onto the tatty old seat there and sighed deeply, swallowing back the sick feeling in her throat. She remembered now. The Doctor had gone out the TARDIS with Rory to give her some peace. Oh why did he have to leave? She needed him!
Why did he have to leave?
