This story is dedicated to Taylor Grace, who is having a bit of trouble writing now so I said I would write this for her. So this is for you Taylor!
The Doctor was in the console room pacing because he had nothing to do. Amy was in bed and the Doctor hated it when his companions had to sleep, he had no-one to talk to. Human's why did they have to sleep so often? It had never made any sense to him.
The Doctor made his way down the corridor. Maybe he could try and get some sleep; he hadn't slept in a little while. All he needed was a little nap. Hopefully by then, Amy might be awake and they could head off on a new adventure.
As the Doctor was walking down the corridor he could hear the sound of frightened weeping coming from the direction of Amy's room. Instantly worried about his young companion, the Doctor ran down the corridor to her room, opened the door and saw Amy curled up on her bed, weeping. The Doctor could tell she was having a nightmare and he knew he had to do something. He hated seeing his companions like this, so vulnerable so upset. It broke his hearts on many occasions. He hated to see them cry.
He walked up to her and began to shake Amy gently.
"Amy, wake up." He told her still shaking her.
"Amy, it's all right, I'm here. Nothing's going to hurt you." The Doctor continued to shake her. Suddenly, Amy awoke sitting up on her bed. She was hot and sweaty. She wrapped the cover up around her shoulders to keep out the cold, and then looked at the Doctor. A scared look in her eyes.
"Amy, are you OK?" The Doctor asked sitting on her bed next to her.
"I was so scared." The young scot answered.
"Why? What happened in your dream?"
"These things were there and they took you away from me and I thought you were dead. I then realised they had killed you and then they went after me." Amy replied.
"Well, I'm still alive, aren't I?" Amy nodded. "See there we are. No man-eating aliens are going to be attacking tonight. So why don't you try and go back to sleep?" The Doctor suggested, with a smile.
"I'm too scared."
"Amy, what are you scared about? Is it the dream?"
"Yes and no. Yes because it was terrifying and no, because I'm scared that maybe that dream might become reality soon. I mean, every day we see all these horrible aliens that want to kill us or take over the world. And I'm scared that one day, I'm going to lose you, I don't want to lose you, Doctor. You're my best friend." Amy said.
"Oh, Amy. Little Amelia Pond, I'll do everything in my power to keep from losing you. You are my best friend as well!" The Doctor hugged her and kissed her on the head before letting her go and helping her to lie back down on her bed.
"Doctor, can you stay with me, until I fall asleep?"
"Sure," the Doctor sat in the chair next to her bed and watched her as she fell asleep. All the while he smiled, knowing that he would lose her one day, just like everyone else. But for the time being, he was going to do everything he could to keep her here with him.
I hope that was OK for everyone, especially Taylor Grace, who you should really be giving credit to because this is her story not mine. I just wrote it for her, the idea was hers. So, you guys kinda need to say thank you to her, not me.
Thank you for reading.