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This one was given to me by Caskett54 : "Everyone's got memories of things that never happened."
Rose Tyler, shop girl, had never been the sort of person to have nightmares. She had no reason to have them – there was nothing particularly nightmare-worthy in her life to give them to her. Not before the aliens and monsters.
But now, in the dawn of the normality that her life after her time with him, the great man who showed her the things worthy of the nightmares, she hardly slept.
But it inevitably pulled at her eyelids and when it did, the nightmares tore at her mind.
The only thing that made the sleep worth the nightmares was the thing that stopped them. A blinding golden light and memories of things that never happened. Memories of him, her leather-cloaked, big eared Doctor.
"Just let go." He was practically begging her, the beautiful creature that stood in front of him. The Bad Wolf.
"How can I let go?" She asked, not blinking. "I bring life."
"But this is wrong! You can't control life and death!" The Doctor protested. It was wrong, and she knew it. But the power was too great.
"I can. The sun and the moon, the day and the night." The power was too great. Too great for the tiny human brain that had claimed the heart of the TARDIS. Her mind pounded. Pain was erupting against her skull, burning from the inside out. "…but why do they hurt?"
"But that's what Isee. All the time. And doesn't it drive you mad?"
"My head…" Her voice was shaking . Quickly dying. The words were quiet, barely above a whisper. But still, he heard. Or he knew.
"Come here." He stepped closer carefully, knowing that whatever she had become could kill him – permanently – in a millisecond.
"…is killing me." Tears glistened against her glowing skin, the pain becoming too much.
"I think you need a Doctor." And he kissed her. He kissed the pain away.
Some nights, she would face the nightmares bravely just to see his face again, to pretend that this was her remembering and not some figment that her mind created. Some nights, she needed the comfort that it brought to remind her that she wasn't really alone.
He was worth the pain and terror and nightmares.
Even if he was just a memory of something that never happened.
