AN: hi- this is LilyHale21's prize. It's set in episode 1 just before the Doctor comes back, again in that two year gap. Half of it is dream- just so you don't get confused.

The song is Fireflies by Owl City, and whilst I own my original plot, I don't own the episode or the song- or even Matt Smith, which just sucks.

Hope you like it!

Rolling over in bed, Amy clutched her covers closer. Above her bed, barely hidden, a hairline crack shone slightly. Frowning a little, she rolled away from it, her hair dragging across her pillows in fiery strands.

Suddenly, she began to relax, as the clock flipped past midnight. A little smile curled the corners of her mouth. Her hands relaxed- one cupping the air, as if it formed the shape of an apple. Her eyelids began to flicker.

You would not believe your eyes

If ten million fireflies

Lit up the world as I fell asleep

Behind her eyes, a certain man smiled back at her. He looked into her eyes, meeting them with some kind of secret wisdom. He gave her an apple and a mystery- all wrapped up together, made of what she'd been forced to believe was merely dream.

But he wasn't a dream.

The smile slipped from Amy's face a little as behind her eyes a blue box disappeared from her garden- leaving her once more with reality.

'Cause they'd fill the open air

And leave teardrops everywhere

You'd think me rude

But I would just stand and stare

In her dreams though, he came back. Just like she knew he would. She sat in her garden, leaning against the borders- already full of flowers. The colours looked strange in the light of the stars, her eyes seeking out the white in the petals. They were beautiful.

Amy pulled her coat more tightly round herself, looking up at the stars and thinking of the secrets she hoped he'd show her- the people, the knowledge, the love…

Biting her lip in her dream and in her sleep, Amy's eyes creased at the corner- as if she was smiling some tiny smile just for herself.

I'd like to make myself believe

That planet Earth turns slowly

It's hard to say that I'd rather stay

Awake when I'm asleep

'Cause everything is never as it seems

In her dream, a wind began to fill the air, and whilst the TARDIS materialized, she spun and saw the Doctor walking up her garden path- as I he'd been there with her all along, just like she'd always wanted.

He smiled his soft, secret smile at her and gave her an elaborate looking Victorian bow. Grinning, she ran to him, flinging her arms around his torso. Chuckling, he held her back.

In her bed, Amy's arms wrapped around herself, and she really smiled.

Back in the dream, the Doctor pulled her back, eyes glinting in the starlight before he leaned down to kiss her forehead.

"I missed you Pond."

'Cause I'd get a thousand hugs

From ten thousand lightning bugs

As they tried to teach me how to dance

Amy smiled at him. "Missed you too." He grinned and stepped back, holding out his hand.

"Shall we dance?"

Amy raised an eyebrow, pretending to be cheeky. "Where's the music?"

The Doctor grinned and clicked his fingers, and the TARDIS door creaked open, spilling soft orange light over the starlit scene.

Music began to ease out into the night- old and sweet and strange and beautiful. Amy smiled, looking down then back up at the Doctor as he took her hand. Her grin stretched further, till her cheeks ached, and he- excited, grinned back.

"Oh alright then."

A foxtrot above my head

A sock hop beneath my bed

A disco ball is just hanging by a thread

Pulling her closer, he began to dance her around the garden, in the light of the TARDIS, under the light of the moon and stars. Laughing as he spun her, Amy reveled in the music and his touch.

"You'll come away with me?"

The words were nonchalant, but his tone was soft- eager- nervous. Amy met his eyes and made him wait a moment before she even spoke as he pulled her closer and they stepped softly back and forth across the grass.

"You'll not leave me again?"

Both questions weren't really questions, but they had to be said. The Doctor's eyes danced as if they reflected firelight rather than the light of his ship. His fingers tightened over hers.

"You'll come?"

"You'll stay?"

I'd like to make myself believe

That planet Earth turns slowly

It's hard to say that I'd rather stay

Awake when I'm asleep

'Cause everything is never as it seems

When I fall asleep

Smiling happily, Amy's hand closed as if over some stardust hand rested in hers.

In her dream, the Doctor's smile slipped a little so he could meet her eyes with an intensity to math them. "I will not leave you again. You can stay- of course you can."

"Forever?" Amy pressed, feeling like a child.

The Doctor laughed. "For the rest of time."

Putting her arms around his neck, Amy realized that the music had stopped, and they, too, had stopped dancing. She met his brilliant blue grey eyes.

"Then I'll come."

It was the Doctor's turn to be a tease, so he raised an eyebrow.

"You sure?" His hands rested gently on her hips.

Amy rolled her eyes. "What do you think?"

He shook his head- and behind her stood her house, huge, dark, imposing, empty….

"I want to hear you say it."

Amy looked past him, up at the stars- enchanted by the countless shining gems and the dreams they offered her. Face slightly flushed, eyes sparkling, she looked back to her raggedy Doctor.

"Please take me with you. I want to come. More than anything."

Leave my door open just a crack

(Please take me away from here)

'Cause I feel like such an insomniac

(Please take me away from here)

Why do I tire of counting sheep

(Please take me away from here)

When I'm far too tired to fall asleep

But then he stepped, away, letting her go as he went back to the TARDIS. He smiled at her, expecting her to follow, and Amy did.

As she got closer though- just as she glimpsed his time machine's whimsical, fantastical interior, the door slammed shut. Frowning, Amy grabbed the handle, and tried to open it. It was stuck.

Starting to panic, she pounded her fist on the door.

"DOCTOR! DOCTOR-LET ME IN!" There was no response, and in a rush of wind, the TARDIS disappeared into the night.

Amy fell forwards into the space it left, stumbling, arms reaching out, fingers searching the space. Biting her lip, she kept her eyes on the stars, even as they began to fill with tears, and the dream began to fade.

To ten million fireflies

I'm weird 'cause I hate goodbyes

I got misty eyes as they said farewell

Falling into simple darkness, in her bed Amy relaxed, going limp- though a slight frown remained, half formed on her forehead. On the other side of her room, lining the walls next to her wardrobe- dozens of dolls, drawing, and models sprawled haphazardly.

Little raggedy men with light blue shirts and messy brown hair- little girls with toggled coats, and magic blue boxes. All of them smiled, and behind them, in drawings, crayon stars and pencil aliens danced across the pages.

Above them, a crack breathed secrets over Amy's dreams and into her mind.

But I'll know where several are

If my dreams get real bizarre

'Cause I saved a few and I keep them in a jar

She was woken by a familiar wail. Eyes snapping open, she ran to the window- just as she had when she was seven. For a second, she froze, breathing irregular, wondering if she was still asleep.

She decided she had to check anyway, grabbing her dressing gown and running down the stairs. There he was, her raggedy man.

When he let her into the TARDIS- she stepped in without turning back. There was a moment- a second in her mind and her heart, where she hoped he wouldn't disappear without her. It stopped her asking for any reassurance- she simply took the opportunity he gave- not without berating him first of course.

Behind her, her house stood silent, and the dolls inside smiled under the stars, with a secret all of their own.

I'd like to make myself believe

That planet Earth turns slowly

It's hard to say that I'd rather stay

Awake when I'm asleep

'Cause everything is never as it seems

When I fall asleep

I really hope you enjoyed it, please do feel free to comment- I really appreciate it.

Also, I'd like to say thankyou to everyone reading and reviewing this- I don't mean to be a moody author, and I do appreciate it.