Note: The title of my last chapter is really more for this one. Please forgive me for labeling it wrong. It was my bad.
Tears
I was sitting on the jump seat in the TARDIS. Reading a book from library, because me and the Doctor decided it was for the best. Best that I stay on board and watch over You.
I was about halfway through the story when I heard Your screams. Your terror filled in my head as I leapt up and ran to You.
You struggled against the sheets, crying out in our native language. You were calling for me and for the Doctor.
I pulled You into my arms and held You close, rocking You back and forth. And whispered in Your ear that everything was going to be alright.
Your eyes opened and You stared at me blankly. Then You shuddered and pulled me as close as You could.
"I'm sorry, Noah! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean it, I couldn't help it! It wasn't me! Please, Noah, I am so sorry!"
You were crying and shaking in my arms. I told You I forgave You. Because it was what You needed to hear. Because it was true.
We sat on Your bed for a long while. And when Your sobs finally subsided, You asked me where the Doctor was.
"I'm right here."
I hadn't heard him come in behind me. Hadn't heard him come with Amy and Rory.
You wouldn't meet his eyes. Even when he knelt in front of You.
He tried to tell You everything was alright. But we all knew he was lying.
You let me lead You into the control room. You sat next to me, staying close. I read my book out loud, having lost my page earlier. By the time I finished, the Doctor and I were the only two awake.
He smiled at me sadly.
"Thank you, Noah."
I shook my head. And told him he had no reason to thank me. I was just trying to help You.
He smiled once more and thanked me again.