D. Dreams

He woke up in a cold sweat, the ghost of a sword on his neck. Next to him, Amy didn't stir. Careful not to disturb her, he left their room and walked towards the TARDIS controls. He was trying to clear his head and he wanted to be alone.

He had been having dreams every night. They varied in a lot of things but were always set in the life he never had: Rome and guarding the Pandorica. Sometimes they were good dreams, like the times he saw his daughters, but sometimes they were incredibly bad, like the one he just had. When he reached the controls, rather than stand or sit, he laid down on the glass floor and closed his eyes.

'Rory.' The Doctors voice drifted from around the controls. 'What are you doing?'

'Sleeping.' He opened his eyes to find the Doctor, his face full of childish curiously and concern, standing over him.

'Should you be doing that, you know, in bed?'

Rory shrugged. 'I've tried that. Doesn't work when you wake up with your brother's sword pressed to your neck.'

The Doctor raised an eyebrow and laid down next to Rory. 'So you were dreaming?'

'Yep.'

'And in that dream, you were fighting Lucius?'
'Yep.'
'Was it a memory?'

'Yep.'

'What happened?'

By this time, the two of them were staring at the ceiling, almost ignoring the other. Rory breathed deeply before talking. This was not an easy story to tell.

'Someone had killed one of our Commanders. People started pointing at Lucius, blaming him. I stood up for him so the other Centurions said I was to blame. Our new Commander said, as he could not blame either of us without proof, we would fight to the death, the winner living free. Lucius immediately agreed. I didn't want to, but when someone comes at you with a sword, what can you do?'

'You killed your brother?'

'Yes, and I hated myself everyday afterwards. When they found the real murderer, I killed him as well.'

He turned to see the Doctor looking at him, confused. 'What?'

'You talk about it so casually.' The Time Lord said. 'The only emotion I can hear is disappointment.'

Rory shrugged again. 'That's life in the Army. Kill or be killed. And I guess I am disappointed, I wanted to see my daughters tonight.'

'You have dreams like this every night.'

Rory shook his head and stood up. 'No, Doctor I don't.'

He walked out of the control room, heading towards his bedroom. Just at the last minute he turned.

'I have dreams like this every minute.'