There you go. 2 original chapter. I'm spoiling you! Still, thank you once again to all those who have read, favourited and followed my story. As i', sure you already know, it means the world to me.

Also a special thanks to Brownbug (waiting for that next chapter ya know), JayceeJade, sashaxh (no they wont lol. But that wont hapen for a while), Theta-McBride (love your name btw but no, that isnt the time, It's something else.) and lastly Theta'sworstnightmare (awesome name and thank you for the con crit. I appreciate it.)

Dreams Are Dreams, Except When They're Not. Then They're Something Else

The TARDIS, Amber found was clearly a sentient being.

Whenever there was a moment that Amber felt she could not cope with something, the TARDIS would be there to help her. It was almost like the TARDIS was a mother, bent on looking out for a child, but in no way did she complain about it. In fact, Amber found herself constantly leaning on the TARDIS, literally and emotionally.

She had been having bad dreams since the whole Weeping Angel fiasco. The horrid face constantly plagued her, her mind making up worse and worse situations every time and once she opened her eyes, it was almost as if she could feel the Angel crawl back into her mind. Once or twice Amber could have sworn that she saw the Angel out of the corner of her eye but when she told the Doctor about it, he had reassured her that it wasn't possible for that to happen. The Angel had fallen through a crack in time and so had never even existed.

It also helped, to have someone who would hum softly in her mind as she thought about the repercussions of the unknown confession the week before. The Doctor hadn't mentioned it and so neither had she. She wanted him to be comfortable enough to say it to her out loud.

Amber knew she was not the first Companion – not by far, and she had come to realise that somewhere along the way the Doctor had fallen in love with one of them. She didn't know what had happened to her but it had obviously hurt the Doctor and prevented him to be able to love again. Amber hoped that somehow, she would be able to help him; with whatever it was that he needed help in.

As Amber made her way around the TARDIS, she noticed a door that she had never seen before. Quickly she walked over to it and pushed forcefully. It wasn't locked. She pushed it open and to her surprise, she found a room filled with books. Oh my God, this is amazing! And amazing it was:

The room was golden and red – much like she expected Gryffindor common room to be – and was filled with rows upon rows of shelves. There was a mantle piece hanging from the ceiling and when she looked up to it, she saw it was painted to look like a blue sky filled with fluffy white clouds - she noticed looked like they were moving.

The books in the library ranged from old to new; their holding touched the ceiling and reached down to the floor. And, Amber noticed with glee, the ceiling is a good 10 metre's taller than me! I've found the Library,she realized. Amber then found herself giggling a little to herself as she remembered what the Doctor had said many years ago. "But no swimming pool." She giggled to herself.

Still, she looked around, taking in the sheer beauty of the room she had found herself in. It hadn't escaped her notice that the TARDIS seemed to be almost chuckling at the girl. "Don't you laugh at me, this room is awesome and I happen to love books." It was true, as a young girl she had grown up with books, always going to the library and bringing books home. It had annoyed her aunt to no extent but it made Amber happy so she paid no attention to her.

As she got older and things had started to happen to the people she cared most about, Amber withdrew herself even more from those her age, she didn't want to hurt anyone. She had been a smart girl, noticing that the odd things only happened to those she spent more time with; so she came to the conclusion that distancing herself would be better for everyone. But there had been one friend that had refused to allow it, at least while she had still been in Scotland.

Amber smiled as she remembered the small Scottish girl she had been best friends with once upon a time. Small, fiery and loyal Lea. She loved the girl like her own sister and even at the age of four, Lea still got them into trouble. It had been the hardest thing Amber ever had to do; but she tried her best for her friend.

She didn't have to wait long though, because Lea's parents had decided to move somewhere else. Amber had never found out where they had moved and honestly she had tried not to care. This was what she had wanted. It was what she had strived for, and finally, the only person - besides her aunt, who still did try on occasion - was gone.

And with that, Amber turned to her last remaining ally. Books. The books she read would transform from a place where she had to worry constantly to a place where she could relax, to a safe haven, and as one particular talent evolved, she found a whole new meaning to getting into a story.

Amber shook her head, brining herself out of the distant memory and looked around thoroughly, she was enjoying this, enjoying the smell of the old books as she leafed through one or two, not really taking anything in but reading all the same. Finally, she found a book, one she had never read and sat on one of the lavish cushions that lay about the floor and began to read.

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Hours had passed and the Doctor had become worried. Really though, there was no need to be. The TARDIS would never let Winter get hurt and there was no where she could go on the TARDIS that would lead to that much trouble. At least, none that he knew she couldn't get out of.

Speaking of the TARDIS, he felt her soft hum in his mind and opened up the psychic link he had to her. "Really, dear Theta, you should tell her soon. The poor girl is so confused, almost distraught."

"I know that," he began. "But I can't tell her everything. She isn't my Winter, she's still goes by Amber…" He trailed off, thinking about how it used to be for them. Memories flashed through his mind and he sighed almost sadly. He coveted those times.

"Do not be foolish Theta; you know she loves you, at the very least cares strongly for you. It can be the way it used to be, and if I get my say in it, it will be very soon." The Doctor knew she would do it if he didn't do something and he knew it well. Out of all his Companions – not that he would ever call Winter a Companion per say, the TARDIS had managed to form a strong bond to Winter, one that could almost rival his own.

Many a time he had known that the two were as thick as thieves, and when the Doctor first realised that, the irony was not lost on him. "Fine, show me where she is." The TARDIS led him to the library and sure enough, when he saw the door he rolled his eyes in ire. Of course she would be here; I should have checked the Library first.

He opened the door and walked inside and smiled at what he saw. Winter was curled up in her favourite chair and was fast asleep, book still in hand. The Doctor walked over with a smile still on his face and took the book gently from her hand, placing it down gently on the table next to her upside down on the page she had left it.

He had once just closed the book and he had had hell to pay because of it. He learnt his lesson very quickly after that. The Doctor then walked over to a chest near another of the chairs and he grabbed a blanket out of it. He then went back to Winter and covered her with it. She stirred a little so the Doctor stroked her hair and kissed her softly on the head and, just like every time he had done this, she sighed contentedly and fell back into a peaceful sleep.

The Doctor left her there and walked out the room but not before closing the door behind him, wishing her a peaceful sleep. The irony of this fact was that, in only moments, Amber's sleep would be filled with horrifying thoughts, within minuets, a terrifying image would slowly appear and within the hour, Amber would have been gone.

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Amber started awake expecting to hear the hum of the TARDIS telling her the Doctor was looking for her or something like that. When she didn't hear it, she opened her eyes, expecting to see the golden Library, with books surrounding her and a warm and comfortable seat beneath her.

Instead, she saw felt something rough and cold, and possibly wet underneath her. All around her was grey and black and very dull.

Groaning she sat up and looked around again and frowned. Where am I? Amber sat stood up. Definitely not in the Library. She looked around for the third time but this time she saw a door. She walked towards it but froze. There were footsteps. Her heart began racing and she looked around the room hoping for somewhere to hide.

Amber was someone who was able to look after herself generally, she had picked up a few things in her lifetime but the problem was, she hated using her powers. Though she was fierce and passionate, she never tried to be violent. So, following this thought, she looked around once again for somewhere to hide – unfortunately, there was nowhere she could.

The footsteps were getting closer and still Amber had no where to hide. I may have to fight this time. She didn't want to but there were times where she had to. The footsteps were now outside the door and Amber braced herself. They came up to the door and Amber heard the door knob turn and the door was opening.

"Hello?" It was a woman. One that didn't look that much older than Amber herself. "Who are you?" She asked.

"Amber Swann. I'm sorry but where am I?" Amber asked her. The woman smiled warmly at Amber.

"You're in Hull." Amber frowned.

"Hull, as in North-East England Hull?" She asked. The woman nodded. "Shit, how the hell did I end up here?" She murmured to herself. It seemed the woman heard her. This time, she frowned.

"Where are you from?" She asked. Amber looked at her for a moment. "I'm sorry it's just that, your accent is American but you talk like someone…not from here." Amber nodded and sighed.

"I'm sorry it's just that I shouldn't be here. I fell asleep in…well London I guess, but then I woke up here. I need to get back to the Doctor." She ran her hands through her hair but didn't notice the woman's frown to deepen.

"Did you say London?" She asked slowly. Amber nodded.

"Yeh and I need to get back. I'm sorry, if you just tell me the day, time and the way to the nearest taxi service, airport or train station and I'll be on my way." The woman could hear the annoyance in Amber's voice and sighed internally. The woman shook her head at Amber.

"I'm sorry, I don't think that will work."

"What do you mean?" "You said that you're from London yes?" Amber nodded.

"What year?"

"2012…" Where else would I come from? She wondered.

"Well then I'm sorry, but you wont be able to go back to London. At least the London you know." This was something Amber hadn't expected. At the most she thought that the woman could be a murderer or something. That at least that would have make more sense than what she was saying now.

"What do you mean?" Amber's voice got louder as she asked this.

"I mean that you're in Hull, but it's not 2012, it's 1968." Amber's stomach dropped at that sentence and she felt the blood drain out of her face.

"What?" She whispered.

"My name's Kathy Wainwright, and I think I can explain what's happened to you."

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"Do you know what the Weeping Angels are Amber?" She shuddered as she remembered how the Angel looked at her once again but she nodded in answer and so Kathy continued on with her explanation. "I thought you might, he said you would anyway." Amber's head shot up at that.

"Who's he?" She asked.

"Someone who called himself the Doctor." At her confused look Kathy explained more. "He came up to me two years ago, just after my wedding and told me that a girl with hair as white a snow would end up in my basement so I waited. He said that when she came I was to tell her what happened and then send her to London."

"What – what did he look like?" Amber was almost afraid to ask but she needed to know.

"He was a skinny fellow, really tall and had hair that defied gravity. He wore a pinstripe suite and red converses." Amber's heart sank, it wasn't her Doctor. No, I still need to get to him though. Subconsciously, she stroked the tattoo's she had gained on her last adventure and prayed that her Doctor wouldn't get too worried about her.

"Oh." Was all she said quietly. Then a thought came to her. "Hang on, how do you know what converses are?" She asked confused.

"Oh I'm sorry, I forgot to say. I'm from 2008." Amber only nodded her head and so Kathy took that as the end of that conversation and carried on explaining. "The Doctor said that the Weeping Angels kill by displacing people in time and feed on the rest of the energy we would have made if we were to carry on living in our time. That's the nicest way to kill someone I expect." Kathy said lightly.

"He said that it was probably the same Angel that touched you as it was for me or at least one that was in the same family as it. He also said that it could be a coincidence, and then he carried on rambling until I asked if there was any point in it." Amber just nodded at that though she was also relived; this Doctor had some similarities as hers at least. "He didn't tell me much, but there was one thing he told me to tell you." Amber looked at her expectantly.

"He also said to say that he was so sorry." Amber's breath caught and Kathy noticed it. "He said that he wouldn't know who you were when you first meet." She nodded, tears in her eyes.

"Thank you for telling me this, but I think I should go to London now." Amber said quietly with her head down.

"Why don't you stay for a little while? Ben and I can help you get to London in a couple of days if you'd like."

"No, I don't think I should do that. For some reason I was sent here and I think it's to help the Doctor." Kathy looked like she was about to interrupt. "The thing is though, I probably know the Doctor better than anyone at the moment, but he doesn't know a thing about me. "I didn't even tell him that I loved him properly before I left. Its funny, I suppose that he must have known me before, when I first met him, but I didn't. Funny how things work."

Kathy looked at the young girl, probably heart broken and pulled her into her arms for a hug. "Everything will work out fine, you'll see." Amber nodded and let go. Shortly after she found herself on a train on her way to London to find the man that would break her heart.

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It had taken Amber a month before she had found the Doctor and during that time, she had begun to feel immense pain. It had started off as a slight headache and fever and she had thought it was stress and had let it go. After the second week, her headaches had turned into full blown migraines and the fevers turned worse for wear.

It was odd that it had been able to get past her ability, but as the third week came it had began to get harder to breathe and to move. It took her a while to realise that it was the Bond that was acting up, trying to get her as close to the Doctor as possible and as quickly as it could.

Her pain had come and gone and it was now the fourth week. She didn't know how long she could withstand it and so when she had found him she almost collapsed with relief. She had asked all over, getting jobs and moving all over London until she heard someone say that the Doctor was in a place called Berkshire. It was a small town where there were a few shops and everyone knew each other but it was a friendly place.

The first day she got there, she asked about the Doctor and was pointed to the house at the edge of the town. Amber however didn't want to go yet. She didn't want to meet the man that she knew but at the same time didn't.

The Doctor – her Doctor had told her about regeneration one night when she had woken with nightmares about her past and hadn't wanted to go back to sleep. He had also told her about his Companions and some of the adventures he had gone on with them. If she was right, then this was one with Martha. From what he had told her about Martha, they wouldn't get along and Amber was not looking forward to that one little bit. Martha was someone who was quick to judge and it seemed like she had had a thing for the Doctor as well.

That was not a good thing.

Eventually, Amber sucked up the courage to talk to go and talk to the Doctor. She had taken up a job as a bar maiden in the town pub. It seemed like she brought business vey easily to the pub and while she hated the attention she got from the sleazy men that were not unlike the ones she had in the 21st Centaury, it brought money to her on a regular basis. Here goes nothing, she thought as she looked up at the house.

Taking in a deep breath, she walked past the gate and knocked. She waited and waited but it seemed like no one was home. She sighed in defeat and turned to leave but as she did she felt the wave of pain more intense that it had ever been wash over her.

It was literally like her body was being drowned in fire while someone electrocuted her. Amber gasped in pain, she couldn't even scream with how much it hurt, she just fell to the floor and lay there. Soon enough, the pain got brighter and Amber felt herself succumb to the darkness that was fluttering over her mind, shutting it down and letting her escape from the pain. She welcomed it with open arms.

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The Doctor and Martha had been out at a restaurant. The Doctor was tired of being cooped up in the house – Martha hadn't let him leave lest he cause too much damage – and it was Martha's birthday. Upon hearing this, the Doctor couldn't be stopped and had taken her out for it.

Of course, he didn't have any money and so Martha had had to pay for the meal. They did have a good time though and were happy on the way home. Chatting easily and happily. That all changed though when they found a girl on the door of their house.

"Oh my God!" Martha exclaimed. The Doctor rushed up to her and scanned her with his Sonic Screwdriver, making sure her there were no broken bones. When he found none he turned her gently over and lifted her up.

"Martha open the door, quickly!" Martha rushed to the door and did what he told her and they got the girl in and put her gently on the Doctor's bed.

"What's wrong with her?" Martha asked worriedly.

"I don't know, I scanned her but there was nothing wrong with her, at least physically. It's like her mind couldn't stand the pain she was in and shut down completely sending her into a coma. It could be weeks before she wakes up, it depends on how strong her mind is."

"So what? Is there nothing we can do?" Martha asked checking the girls pulse, it was slightly thread-y.

"No, she's sent her self into a self induced coma; her neurons aren't even sending signals to her brain. Everything has just shut down completely."

"But that's impossible, that means that she shouldn't even be breathing!"

"Yes, I know. There's nothing we can do, we just have to make sure her heart keeps beating." The Doctor told her. Martha looked at the girl on the bed and her heart went out to her.

Over the next few days the girl was looked after. Martha still had to go to work to bring income for them so the Doctor was the one watched over the young girl. Each day he would come in and sit by her chair while he tinkered with something or another but she never moved.

It was on the sixth day that he got a response from her. He had been trying to add another setting to his Screwdriver – one that could be used on wood – but he was failing miserably much to his disappointment. After a couple of hours of trying to do this he looked up at the girl. He was about to look back when he noticed something glimmer slightly and he walked over to her.

When he reached her he looked at her, trying to find the thing that had glinted. When he looked over, he noticed she had something on her wrist, looking closer he saw the words 'Hope and Elation'. He knew what they meant to him, they meant the freedom to be able to love and be loved, to be able to have a family and to be able to not have the guilt of his past weighing down on him for the rest of his life.

The Doctor looked at the words tattooed on her wrist and he wondered what they meant for her. He saw the small glint again, out of the corner of his eye, and they travelled up to her neck. There, in plain sight was a small silver key. That in itself was an odd thing but the Doctor realised what that key was. It was a TARDIS key.

He picked it up carefully and looked at it closer. It was definitely a TARDIS key and she was definitely not someone he had met before so why did she have it? "Who are you?" He asked out loud. He pulled the key slightly.

"NO!" A scream echoed through the room and the next thing he knew, the Doctor was flying through the air and crashing into the opposite wall.

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There was so much pain! Crushing, back breaking, pain that made Amber want to scream but she couldn't. There was no relief anywhere. It was as if the Bond would not rest until she found her Mate but unfortunately that wasn't going to happen any time soon.

Of course, there was a Doctor but she didn't know if the pain would go if it wasn't her Doctor. She could only hope that maybe it would at least lower the pain a little. Amber didn't know how long she had been there in the pain, she didn't know if she had screamed, thrashed or stayed silent but after a while the pain lessened slightly and she was grateful for that. It carried on like that, lessening and lessening but it never completely went away.

Then all of a sudden the pain lessened drastically. She could feel things other than pain again. She could feel the warmth that you only get from a human body. She could hear breathing and she could feel something around her neck. No!

They were going to take her TARDIS key. The Doctor had given her that key when he had realised that she had been there for a month. Almost like an anniversary present. They could not. Take. Her. Key.

The door she had used to keep her powers in check burst open and she let them all flow out at once. The one she needed the most came out to protect its master. She felt her mind push who ever it was back as hard as it could to protect. Amber pushed herself up and looked around frantically, looking for whomever it was that had tried to take the key.

Her logical mind was telling her that they probably hadn't done it on purpose but the emotional side was saying they were taking away the only connection she had to her Doctor and they were not allowed to do that. And because her powers worked with her emotions, their agenda was the same.

It was then that she saw the man lying on the floor. "Shit," she cried and rushed over to him quickly but slightly wobbly as she hadn't been walking for a while. When she reached him she realized who it was. The man was tall and very slim. He had sideburns and hair that defied gravity.

Amber wasn't 100% sure but she believed that this man was the Doctor. "Oh no, oh no, I just used telekinesis against the Doctor." She whispered. Amber started to freak out, wondering if she had accidentally killed the man. Her worries were pushed away however, when she heard him groan. Slowly, he raised himself up off the ground and rubbed his head.

"Ohh that hurt." He muttered. Then he looked at Amber. "Who are you?" He asked. Amber almost cried. His eyes, even though they were a warm, melted chocolate brown instead of the sea blue-green she was used to were the same. They were young but ancient.

They held secrets, fears, hopes and dreams. But above all, they held that spark that her Doctor had in his. It was at that moment that Amber chose something that would soon become one of the last connections she had to her Doctor.

"My name is Winter Swann and my God you are a hard bloke to find."

So as you have obviously seen, she is now with 10. I hope that clarifies a few things. Also there is a foreshadow there. Not to anything necisarily bad but if anyone can guess what it is then you can choose something that happens and i'll add it to the next chapter.

Oh and if you guys have ANY constructive critism, then by all means, review and tell me cuz i want to make all the DW fans out there proud.

Oh and the next few chapters may take longer to post as i havent actually witten all of them yet. Bere with me.