Amy and the Doctor ran as fast as the could to where they landed the TARDIS. He kept a tight grip on her hand and they sped through a maze of corridors and hallways. They had gone back to visit Winston Churchill when suddenly a croup of cybermen appeared to destroy the daleks. Unfortunately, they had shown up a few years late and found the Doctor instead. Now he and Amy were running for their lives
"Doctor, they've got me!" Amy shouted. A cyberman grabbed her arm and pulled her back.
"Amy, I'm trying! Grab my hand!" The Doctor lunged forward and reached for her outstretched hands.
"Don't let go." She pleaded. Tears sprung from her eyes as she clamored for his hands.
"Never." He wrapped both hands around hers and held on as tightly as he could while the cybermen tried to pull her away. "Keep hold of my hand. I'm not going to let them take you. I'm not going to let you go."
"Promise me you won't let them take me." Her voice shook in terror as she spoke. The Doctor leaned forward and kissed her lips as hard as he could.
"The day I made you my wife, I promised to keep you safe from all woe and harm and I'm going to keep that promise." She gave him a weak smile and he felt his own tears beginning to form. Even in the face of danger, Amelia Pond still smiled at him and eased his wounded heart. He leaned towards her and kissed her forehead hoping he could do the same for her. Suddenly another cyberman appeared behind him and started pulling him away from her. He did everything he could to fight it off and still hold on to Amy but it wasn't enough. Their hands separated and the cyberpunk starting pulling Amy and the Doctor down opposite ends of the hall.
"Doctor, help me!" She thrashed against the cybermen trying desperately to escape.
"Amy, stay calm. If you struggle it will only make things worse. Just go with them and I promise I will save you. As long as you have the ring on, I'll be able to find you. And I will find you. Don't you give up."
"Where are they taking me?" She yelled back at him. "Doctor, I don't want to die. Not here."
"I'm not going to let that happen, Amy. Don't you give up!"
Tears fell faster down her face as they pulled her down the hall and in to another corridor where the Doctor couldn't see her. Another cyberman had joined the one holding him back and started dragging him away. He fought against them and managed to get one of his arms free and reach for his sonic screwdriver.
"Tell me where they took her." He growled with the sonic pointed at chest of the cyberman who was still holding on to him.
"She will be deleted." It replied in its monotone voice.
"If you hurt her, I will end your entire species. I've done it before when I had a different face and I will do it again." He threatened.
"Amelia Pond scheduled for deletion immediately." The cyberman replied. Amy's scream and flashing lights filled the corridors.
"No! Amy, no!" The Doctor screamed and pulled his arm free of the second cyberman's grip. He pulled the diamond pendant out from under his shirt and held it in his hand as he ran down the hallways yelling for her. He couldn't feel her heartbeat. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw a glint of gold on the floor in front of one of the doors; it was her necklace. He couldn't control his tears now. They poured from his eyes as he squeezed the diamond as hard as he could and hoped he could hear what he was screaming in his head. Tell me where you are, Amy. I'm coming to find you. Just tell me where you are. Please. I love you, Amelia. You're tougher than they are. You're Scottish. They're just cold metal. You have to keep fighting. Don't let them change you into one of them. Nothing. He grabbed the doorknob and tried turning it. When he realized it was locked he fumbled around for the sonic and blasted it open. He was blinded by a bright light bouncing off the white walls around him.
"Doctor! Wake up!"
The Doctor's eyes shot open. Amy was above him with her hands on his shoulders. He reached up and touched her face checking to make sure every bit of here was there without so much as a scratch. He ran his hands over her ears, down her neck, along her collar bone and over her heart. He flattened his hand and made absolutely sure he felt it pushing back at him.
"What are you doing?" Amy laughed. The Doctor looked up at her. She was laughing. There were no tears in her eyes, no fear in her voice. She was fine. She was alive. When the Doctor didn't laugh along with her, she looked at him carefully. His eyes were glassy and red... like he'd been crying.
"Oh, Amelia." He pulled her down to him, as close as he could get her. He buried his face in her hair and took a deep breath.
"You only call me that when you're worried about me. Is everything alright? " She asked weaving her hand into his hair.
"Never mind me." He whispered. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine! Why wouldn't I be? You just woke me up because you were tossing about. I rolled over to tell you to knock it off and I heard you mumbling in your sleep. You sounded terrified." She pulled away from him and held his face in her hands. He reached up and covered her hands with his. He didn't ever want to lose the feeling of her touch.
"I thought... I thought they took you." He said.
"What do you mean? Who's they?"
"The cybermen. You wanted to see Winston again, so I took you. And they came for the daleks but they found us instead. So we ran. But one of the cybermen grabbed you and I couldn't save you."
"It was just a nightmare. We're fine. I'm not hurt. See?" She smiled at him.
"You don't understand. I didn't save you. You died and I didn't save you." The rage inside of him started to bubble up. Amy was quiet. She had no idea how to comfort him. She couldn't imagine what she had seen in the nightmare. She was struck with an idea; maybe he could show her.
"Show me then." She whispered.
"What?"
"Show me the nightmare. You showed Craig your past. And I know you can see in to my dreams. The Dream Lord told me you could. So show me your nightmare."
The Doctor stared at her. "Are you sure about this?"
"I can't help you if you don't." She answered softly.
"Okay." He sighed. "Lie down next to me."
Amy pushed herself off him and laid on her side facing The Doctor. He rolled on to his side so their foreheads were pressed together and their noses touched. He grabbed her hands and placed them so her fingertips were at his temples.
"Are you absolutely sure about this?" He asked as his fingers hovered over her face.
"Yes." Amy replied in a whisper.
"If it's too much for you just move your hands and open your eyes." He touched his fingers to her forehead and closed his eyes. In his mind, he replayed the dream for Amy to see in her own mind. She watched the dream unfold in wonder. Everything about it was so real and vivid. If she didn't know better, she could have sworn she was really sitting back in Winston Churchill's office sipping wine and laughing. Suddenly, a man made out of metal burst through the door. The Doctor stood up and pointed his sonic screwdriver at the robot causing it to fall to the floor. He looked in to the hallway where it had come from. He turned around and grabbed Amy.
"We need to run as fast as we can. Cybermen are coming." He said quickly.
"I have an escape route, don't worry." Winston pushed a button under his desk causing part of the wall to slide back and expose a hidden corridor. "You two leave. I'm going to send out a distress call to Professor Bracewell."
The Doctor laced his fingers with Amy's and took off. She watched the Doctor replay them running and being cornered by the cybermen. It broke her heart to watch him struggle to keep ahold of her hands as she was being pulled away from him and the way he kissed her so she wouldn't be afraid. The rage she saw come from him when they took her away from him was unmatched. She had seen him when he was cross and even when he was angry but this was on another level. His green eyes had darkened to almost black and he looked like a caged animal. A scream rang out through the halls and the Doctor yelled after it. Amy realized he was yelling for her. It was her screaming from somewhere else; she was dying. The Doctor broke out of the cyberman's grasp and ran after her. Tears poured from his face as he ran trying desperately to find her. Amy couldn't take it anymore and opened her eyes. The Doctor opened his soon after. When he did, Amy noticed that they looked so much older than they had the night before.
"I'm so sorry, Amy. I shouldn't have agreed to show it to you." The Doctor said. She could tell he was angry with himself.
"No. I'm fine. Really." She said quickly hoping to ease his pain.
"Then why are you crying?" He got out of bed and started pacing the room. Amy touched her hand to her face. When she pulled it away, the tips of her fingers where wet and glistening. She wiped the tears away and sat up. She grabbed her watch from the night stand and checked the time. It was only five in the morning.
"Doctor, it's fine. You saw me die in a nightmare and you're blaming yourself like always. It's just hard to see you like that. But I'm fine. I'm not dead and you didn't scar me for life. Please just come lay back down." Amy said softly.
"But it isn't the first time I've had a nightmare like this. I've seen you die in reality before. I've held your hand from the passenger seat while you drove a van in to a house in a dream that we thought was reality. All because of me. And now I see it over and over again almost every time I sleep." He whispered intensely. "I'm nine hundred and eight years old. I've seen so much in my time. But nothing haunts me more than seeing the people I care about in trouble or hurt because of my selfishness. Do you remember what I told you when I was in the Pandorica?"
"You asked me if waiting for you was worth it. And I said of course it was." She said quietly.
"Do you remember the reason I gave for taking you with me?" He stopped pacing and stared straight ahead waiting for her to answer. Amy stayed silent. "I told you it was because you had too many empty rooms. I lied again. It wasn't just the empty rooms. You were alone, even with all the attention from Rory and your aunt, you were still alone because you were waiting for me. And you were so different than any human I had ever met. Alone and the only one of your kind. You're just like me. I took you because when we're together, we're our own kind and we aren't alone."
The Doctor sat at the foot of the bed with his head in his hands. Amy was stunned. She knew he carried the weight of so many universes on his shoulders but he never let it show. He always went from one adventure to the next, saving the world with a smile. Seeing that smile fade away had her at a loss for words. She had spent all this time with him while he carried that weight and never knew she was there to help him. She quietly got out of bed and walked over to where he sat at the foot of the bed and kneeled in front of him.
"Doctor..." She said gently. He lifted his head and gazed at her with tired eyes. She took his hands and put them on her forehead where he had before.
"Amy, what are you doing?" He asked as she put her hands over his and closed his eyes.
"Trust me. Close your eyes and look." She replied.
When the Doctor closed his eyes, he saw flashes of Amy's memories from the night he crashed and the first time she stepped on the TARDIS. The flashes of memories showed their happiest moments together over time they had spent traveling together.
"You said it yourself, Doctor. Every life is a pile of good things and bad things. For me, my pile of good things is so much bigger than the pile of bad thanks to you." Amy said as the last few memories played out. When she opened her eyes she saw the Doctor smiling at her.
"What are you smiling at?" She asked matching his grin.
"Here you are, Amelia Pond, trying to fight off a Time Lord's nightmares. You are so Scottish." He laughed.
"Shut your face." She said playfully. "Now if you're all better I think we both deserve a few more hours of sleep."
She let go of the Doctor's hands and stood up and returned to her side of the bed. The Doctor watched her get comfortable before he turned and crawled over to her. He curled up to her and tucked his head in the crook of her neck. He found her hand and laced their fingers together.
"Amelia Pond," He whispered in to her skin. Amy could feel his lips brush against her neck as he smiled. A wave of goosebumps rippled over her skin in response. "The girl who doesn't make sense."
"Go to sleep, Doctor." Amy said in a mocking stern voice before kissing the top of his head and closing her eyes. She hoped that she had fought off his nightmares, even if it was just for tonight.