The war was last night
These wounds are not healed
Alex Lloyd – Never Meant To Fail
Standing in the green fields, he looked around at all the people he had ever know. Each was important to him, and here they were, all of them together. He heard the cries from somewhere in front of him, "Ex-ter-min-ate!" The screams that followed brought tears to his eyes. He ran forward, watching as each fell. Each death a further blow to his heart. His mind was empty but for the faint voice that was her. Searching franticly he saw her, the last one still standing. She was being held hostage by the one pitiful Dalek that had killed all the others. "What use is e-mo-tion if you can-not save the wo-man you love?" He felt the heaviness in his hand; the device that had destroyed the Daleks and Gallifrey with them sat in his palm. He watched as he pressed the detonator, unable to stop himself.
"It wasn't your fault Doctor."
"Ex-ter-min-ate!" he watched as her body slumped to the ground, crying out in protest.
He sat up in bed breathing heavily, trying to get the image of her dead body from his mind. "Doctor, you alright? I heard you yelling." He shook his head knowing she wouldn't see it from her position in the doorway.
"I'm fine, go back to bed."
She took a hesitant step towards the bed as he flopped back down. "I'm sorry for everything Doctor," her voice so low he barely heard it even in the silence of his room.
"You've got nothing to be sorry for, you stupid ape." He let out a sigh, "Come here." Wrapping his arms around her he felt the dream slip away, reassured by her steady heart beat against his chest.