All A Part of the Plan
Sam wakes shaking. The dreams have come back again. She thought they'd gone after she returned to the TARDIS and slept soundly for the first time in months, but the dark-haired grins at her, wicked and cynical and world-weary and Sam is still lost. She crawls out of bed, intent to find the Doctor and tell him what's on her mind, with the same childish hope she's always had that he'll make everything better, before something the dark-haired girl whispered in the dream stops her cold. Sanctimonious little swot, aren't you? He changed me. It's his fault. It's all his fault.
