Disclaimer; I don't own Doctor Who, Rory, The Doctor or any other of the characters or storylines (As much as I may dream)

Plot; Rory's still a bit shaken up from watching Amy being turned into a doll, only one person can comfort him.

Characters; Rory Williams, the Doctor (11th), Amy Pond.

Warnings; Slash, Hurt/Comfort.

Based After Night Terrors.

Rory awoke shaking and sweating, he looked over at his wife, he closed his eyes then gulped.

Her hair was the soft silkiness like always, not the horrible tatted wool, her face was still the soft skin not the hard wooden chipped face that haunted him.

He subconsciously blinked his eyes five times then gulped. He looked at his wife and saw the doll, he staggered backwards sweating. He blinked hard then saw his wife. He shook his head – he needed to get out this room.

He staggered out; looking over his shoulder numerous times, even though he knew the TARDIS was relativity safe – occasionally. He rubbed his forehead as he walked into the console room. The Doctor was still up, he could hear him murmuring to himself, something about Queen Elizabeth the second.

Rory walked up behind him and just watched him for a bit, he enjoyed the energy and the excitement the Doctor always managed to radiate.

He turned and jumped.

"Rory how long have you been there?" Rory shrugged slightly as the Doctor looked at him curiously "Are you okay?" Rory gulped slightly and shrugged again. The Doctor walked around the console, his hands behind his back and extending his legs as he did. Rory watched him nervously then looked behind him.

He thought he saw something move. "A bit jumpy aren't we?" Rory nodded and closed his eyes. The image still haunted him. He opened his eyes and felt the coolness of a tear sliding down his cheek. He caught his breath wiping his cheek quickly as if making it look like he'd never even set the tear free.

The Doctor stopped his hand and wiped the tear himself.

"Are you okay?" Rory shook his head and fell into the Doctor's arms collapsing and giving up on restricting the tears. The Doctor responded quickly sitting on the TARDIS floor and hugging Rory. He stroked Rory's hair and shushed him as if he was comforting a child.

"Ay, ay Rory the Roman." He heard Rory laugh softly. "Are you going to tell me what's wrong?" Rory sniffed slightly behaving like a toddler then nodded.

"I just kept seeing her, as that thing that doll. I couldn't handle it anymore" The Doctor nodded softly and pulled back Rory's shoulders to look at him.

"She's Amy now, remember that. She's back" Rory nodded "And you love her" Rory shook his head. The Doctor frowned.

"I love you" The Doctor frowned then smiled, he then frowned again. Rory looked at him, fairly amused by the change in his expressions. "Sorry. Yes I love Amy but I love you too" The Doctor thought for a moment then nodded, lifting Rory's chin and kissing him lightly.

I know it's short and I know it isn't all lemony and slashly which the rest will be. But I just felt that Rory would need some comfort.