A/N - This is an idea I've had for a while. It's just a one shot like this, but if anyone really wanted me to, I could carry it on. It's basically what if The TARDIS' heart came out in a humanoid form, but was separate from The TARDIS. Kinda like the Bad Wolf, but not the Bad Wolf. Merry Christmas guys btw! I actually wrote this yesterday but I forgot to upload it as it was my birthday! WOOHOO. I got Doctor Who Series 7 so I'm happy. ALSO CHRISTMAS SPECIAL TONIGHT SO EXCITED! So yeah, enjoy.

Amy mixed the bowl as it balanced on her swollen pregnant belly. She dipped her finger in the mixture and tasted it, nodding in approval before suddenly gasping, placing the bowl down on the table.

"RORY-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y!" She screamed.

Outside, Rory placed his bike against the front of the house as his ponytail waved slightly in the wind.

"Rory, it's starting!" He heard his wife's screams and bolted inside, knocking the bike over as he went. He rushed into the kitchen and to his wife's side, who was now sitting on a chair with the bowl balancing on her belly, eating the mixture with a wooden spoon.

"Ah. OK, OK..." He began nervously.

"False alarm." Amy shrugged.


"False alarm."


"Well, I don't know what it feels like. I've never had a baby before." She rolled her eyes, handing the spoon out to him.

"No." Amy said, standing up and thrusting the bowl into Rory's hands.

"I know - leaf blowers." Rory rolled his eyes, putting the bowl onto the table. "Use a rake!"

"No, it's…" They both looked out the window to see the TARDIS materializing into their garden. "I knew. I just knew."

The Doctor stepped out of The TARDIS, wincing at the sight of the squashed flowers. He looked up at the cottage he'd parked in front of as Rory stepped out.

"Rory." The Doctor cheered nervously, pointing at the man.

"Doctor." Rory nodded as The Doctor briefly looked back at the flowers.

"I've crushed your flowers." He pointed out as he looked back.

"Oh, Amy will kill you."

"Where is she?"

"She'll need a bit longer."

"Whenever you're ready, Amy." The Doctor called towards the house. Within moments, Amy came waddling out and The Doctor cheered. "Oh, wahey! Wahey. You've swallowed a planet." He grinned, placing a hand on her stomach.

"I'm pregnant." She giggled.

"You're huge."

"Yeah, I'm pregnant."

"Look at you. When worlds collide."

"Doctor, I'm pregnant."

"Oh, look at you both. Five years later and you haven't changed a bit." He quickly hugged Amy then looked between the two of them. "Apart from age and size."

"Good to see you, Doctor."

"Are you pregnant?" Amy just shook her head, turning and walking back into the house.

The three of them walked through the ever silent Leadworth, observing the quaint village.

"Ah, Leadworth." The Doctor nodded. "Vibrant as ever."

"It's Upper Leadworth, actually." Rory said. "We've gone slightly upmarket."

"Where is everyone?"

"This is busy." Amy said, breathing in sharply. "OK, it's quiet, but it's really restful and healthy. Loads of people here live well into their 90s."

"Well, don't let that get you down."

She frowned. "It's not getting me down." The three of them sat down on a nearby bench and sat in silence for a while.

"I wanted to see how you were." The Doctor said. "I don't just abandon people when they leave the TARDIS. This Time Lord's for life. You don't get rid of the Doctor so easily."

"You came here by mistake, didn't you?"

"Yeah, bit of a mistake. But look, what a result. Look at this...bench." He tapped the bench awkwardly. "What a nice bench. What will they think of next? So. What do you do around here to stave off the, you know..."


"Self harm."

"We relax..." Rory said. "We live, we listen to the birds."

"Yeah, see, birds. Those are nice." Amy nodded.

"We didn't get time to listen to birdsong back in the TARDIS days." Rory said as the bird song became louder.

"Oh, blimey." The Doctor groaned, grabbing his head. "My head's a bit, ooh... No, you're right, there wasn't a lot of time for birdsong back in the good...old... days."

"What?" The Doctor sat bolt up right from the floor of the TARDIS, shaking his head. "No, yes, sorry, what?" He grabbed onto the console and stood up as Amy and Rory appeared next to him. "Oh, you're OK. Oh, thank God. I had a terrible nightmare about you two. That was scary. Don't ask, you don't want to know. You're safe now." He sighed, hugging Amy quickly.

"Oh, OK." Amy nodded.

"That's what counts. Blimey, never dropped off like that before. Well, never, really. I'm getting on a bit, you see. Don't let the cool gear fool you. Now, what's wrong with the console?" He looked at the controls where a red flashing light emerged from somewhere in the console. "Red flashing lights... I bet they mean something."

"Doctor, I also had a kind of dream thing." Rory said.

"Yeah, so did I." Amy agreed.

"Not a nightmare, though, just... we were married." Rory grinned at Amy.

"Yeah, in a little village." The Doctor looked over at them, surprised.

"A sweet little village, and you were pregnant."

"Yeah, I was huge. I was a boat." Amy frowned as The Doctor walked behind Rory, tugging on the hood of his jacket and frowning.

"So you had the same dream, then? Exactly the same dream?"

"Are you calling me a boat?"

"And Doctor, you were visiting." Rory said as The Doctor walked round and tugged at Amy's jacket, looking at her stomach.

"Yeah, yeah, you came to our cottage."

"How can we have the same dream? It doesn't make sense."

"And you had a nightmare about us. What happened to us in the nightmare?"

"It was similar, in some aspects." The Doctor shrugged, walking back towards the console.

"Which aspects?" Rory asked.

"Well, all of them." He said, leaning against the console.

"You had the same dream." Amy said.


"You said it was a nightmare." Rory frowned.

"Did I say nightmare? No. More of a really good...mare. Look, it doesn't matter. We all had some kind of psychic episode. We probably jumped a time track." He babbled on as the birdsong reappeared in their ears. "Forget it, we're back to reality now."

"Doctor, if we're back to reality how come I can still hear birds?" Amy asked nervously.

"Yeah, the same birds. The same ones we heard in the…" Rory began.

"…dream." Rory jumped back in shock as they all reappeared back in Leadworth." Oh. Sorry. Nodded off, stupid. God, I must be overdoing it. I was dreaming we were back on the TARDIS." The Doctor quickly jumped up as Rory shared a look with Amy. "You had the same dream, didn't you?"

Amy nodded quickly. "Back in the TARDIS. Weren't we just saying the same thing?"

"But we thought this was the dream."

"I think so." Amy said, standing up. "Why do dreams fade so quickly?"

"Doctor, what is going on?" Rory asked as they walked up to the Time Lord.

"Is this because of you? Is this some Time Lord thing because you've shown up again?"

"Listen to me. Trust nothing." The Doctor said urgently. "From now on, trust nothing you see, hear or feel."

"But we're awake now." Rory insisted.

"You thought you were awake on the TARDIS too."

"But we're home." Amy frowned, looking around the village.

"Yeah. You're home. You're also dreaming. Trouble is, Rory, Amy, which is which? Are we flashing forwards… or backwards? Hold on tight. This is going be a tricky one."

"This is bad. I don't like this." The Doctor said before giving the console a kick. "Argh! Never use force. You just embarrass yourself. Unless you're cross, in which case - always use force."

"Shall I run and get the manual?" Amy asked as The Doctor bounded past her and under the stairs to the bottom half of the console.

"I threw it in a supernova." He called back.

"You threw the manual in a supernova? Why?"

"Because I disagreed with it. Stop talking to me when I'm cross."

"OK, but whatever's wrong with the TARDIS, is that what caused us to dream about the future?" Rory asked.

"If we were dreaming of the future..." The Doctor said, heading back up the stairs.

"Of course we were." Amy said. "We were in Leadworth."

"Upper Leadworth." Rory countered.

"Yeah, and we could still be in Upper Leadworth, dreaming of this. Don't you get it?" The Doctor sighed angrily.

"No, OK, no, this is real. I'm definitely awake now." Amy said.

"And you thought you were awake when you were all elephanty."

"Hey, pregnant." She snapped, pointing a finger at him.

"And you could be giving birth right now. This could be the dream. I told you, trust nothing we see or hear or feel. Look around you. Examine everything. Look for all the details that don't ring true." He told them as he walked up to the console.

"OK, we're in a spaceship that's bigger on the inside than the outside." Rory said.

"With a bow tie-wearing alien." Amy agreed.

"So maybe "what rings true" isn't so simple."

"Valid point." The Doctor nodded before suddenly, the TARDIS powered down, leaving them in darkness apart from the faint glow coming from the console. "It's dead. We're in a dead time machine." He groaned as the birdsong returned in their ears and The TARDIS grew darker. "Remember - this is real, but when we wake up in the other place, remember how real this feels."

"It is real. I know it's real." Amy nodded. Suddenly, the three of them woke up again, back in Leadworth, on the bench outside the library. "OK. This is the real one, definitely this one." She rubbed her belly. "It's all solid."

"It felt solid in the TARDIS too." The Doctor frowned. "You can't spot a dream while you're having it." He waved his hands in front of his face.

"What are you doing?" Rory asked.

"Looking for motion blur, pixilation. It could be a computer simulation. I don't think so, though."

"Hello, Doctor." A elderly old woman said politely as she walked past them.


"Hello." Rory nodded at her.

The Doctor frowned. "You're a doctor."

"Yeah. And unlike you, I've actually passed some exams."

"A doctor, not a nurse. Just like you've always dreamed. How interesting." He frowned again before walking off.

"What is?" Rory asked as he and Amy followed after him.

"Your dream wife, your dream job, probably your dream baby. Maybe this is your dream." The Doctor shrugged.

"It's Amy's dream too. Isn't it, Amy?"

"Yes. Course it is, yeah." Amy replied quickly as The Doctor turned back to look at them.

"What's that?" The Doctor asked, jabbing his thumb over his shoulder at the building behind him.

"Old people's home." Amy frowned as The Doctor looked back at the home to see the residents looking out at them.

"You said everyone here lives to their 90s. There's something here that doesn't make sense." He smirked slightly. "Let's go and poke it with a stick." The Doctor turned and headed off towards the home as Rory followed with a groan.

"Oh. Can we not do the running thing?" Amy asked, waddling after them.

The Doctor frowned, looking around the living room at all the old people, some were knitting, some reading and some sleeping.

"Oh, hello, Dr Williams." One of the residents nodded at Rory as Mrs Poggit looked up from her reading.

"Hello, Rory, love." She smiled at him.

"Hello, Mrs Poggit. How's your hip?" Rory asked.

"A bit stiff."

"Oh, easy, D-96 compound, plus..." The Doctor began before noticing the old woman's confused stare. "No, you don't have that yet, forget that."

"Who's your friend? A junior doctor?" She asked.

"Yes." Rory replied quickly.

"Can I borrow you? You're the size of my grandson."

The Doctor kneeled in front of her as she pulled a jumper over his head. "Slightly keen to move on. Freak psychic schism to sort out." He leant forward and stared into her eyes, making her sit back, a little stunned. "You're incredibly old, aren't you?" The birdsong filled their ears and they all fell asleep again.

"OK, I hate this, Doctor." Amy said as the three of them woke up again by the console. "Stop it, because this is definitely real, it's definitely this one. I keep saying that, don't I?" She asked as The Doctor made his way up to the upper level.

"It's bloody cold." Rory muttered.

"The heating's off." The Doctor shrugged.

"The heating's off?"

"Yeah. Put on a jumper. That's what I always do."

"Yes, sorry about Mrs Poggit. She's so lovely though."

"Oh, I wouldn't believe her nice old lady act if I were you."

"What do you mean, "act"?" Amy asked.

"Everything's off, sensors, core power. We're drifting. The scanner's down so we can't even see out. We could be anywhere." He shook his head and headed back down to the console. "Someone, something, is overriding my controls."

Suddenly, a hologram of a man appeared at the top of the steps. He was short, had a receding hairline and was a little on the heavy side. He was dressed similarly to The Doctor in a tweed jacket, striped shirt and bow tie. Next to him stood a woman, who looked about the same age as Amy and Rory with flaring purple hair that tumbled down to her waist. She wore a tight white tank top with thick straps, a white belt and tight black leather trousers with matching trainers. She had an innocent look on her face, like a child, as she stared at the TARDIS console with awe.

"Well, that took a while." The man scoffed, walking down the steps. "Honestly, I'd heard such good things. Last of the Time Lords, the Oncoming Storm. Him in the bow tie."

"How did you get into my TARDIS? What are you?" The Doctor asked coldly.

"What shall we call me? Well, if you're the Time Lord, let's call me the Dream Lord." The Dream Lord shrugged.

"Nice look."

"This? No, I'm not convinced. Bow ties?"

"And her?" The Doctor asked, nodding at the young woman at the top of the stairs. The Dream Lord glanced back at her before smirking at The Doctor.

"Let's just call her the Dream Lady."

The Doctor frowned, reached into his pocket and took out a yellow ball. With a flick of his wrist he threw it at the girl. She looked up as it bounded against her head, through the Dream Lord's back and behind The Doctor, dropping behind the console.

"Interesting." The Doctor nodded.

"I'd love to be impressed, but Dream Lord - it's in the name, isn't it? Spooky, not quite there." He disappeared into thin air, reappearing behind The Doctor and making him spin round. "And yet, very much here."

"I'll do the talking, thank you. Amy, want to take a guess at what that is?"

"Um. Dream Lord. He creates dreams." Amy guessed.

"Dreams, delusions, cheap tricks."

"And what about the gooseberry here, does he get a guess?" The Dream Lord, nodding at Rory.

"Listen, mate, if anyone's the gooseberry around here, it's the Doctor." Rory defended weakly.

"There's a delusion I'm not responsible for."

"No, he is. Isn't he, Amy?"

"Oh, Amy, have to sort your men out. Choose, even."

"I have chosen. Of course I've chosen." Amy scoffed before whacking Rory on the chest without taking her eyes away from the Dream Lord. "It's you, stupid."

"Oh, good, thanks." Rory nodded.

"You can't fool me." The Dream Lord said, raising an eyebrow at her. "I've seen your dreams. Some of them twice, Amy. Blimey, I'd blush if I had a blood supply or a real face."

"Where did you pick up this cheap cabaret act?" The Doctor snapped.

"Me? Oh, you're on shaky ground."

"Am I?"

"If you had any more tawdry quirks you could open up a Tawdry Quirk Shop. The madcap vehicle, the cockamamie hair, the clothes designed by a first-year fashion student..." He looked The Doctor up and down. "I'm surprised you haven't got a little purple space dog just to ram home what an intergalactic wag you are. Where was I?"

"You were..." Rory began.

The Dream Lord reappeared on the upper level. "I know where I was. So, here's your challenge. Two worlds. Here in the time machine, and there in the village that time forgot. One is real, the other's fake. And just to make it more interesting you're going to face in both worlds a deadly danger. But only one of the dangers is real." Suddenly, something caught The Dream Lord's eye. He looked in the corner of his eye and turned to the young woman next to him, who had been staring innocently at him for a while. "What are you staring at?" He asked. The woman opened her mouth slightly, unsure whether to speak before snapping it shut again. The Dream Lord stared at her in disgust before extending his fingers on one hand slowly, aimed at the floor making the woman wince in pain. Her fists tightened slightly and she gulped, as if she'd never been in pain before and didn't know how to react.

"You're hurting her!" Amy shouted. The Dream Lord snapped his gaze to Amy and the woman stumbled slightly, no longer in pain. She blinked a few times and followed the Dream Lord's gaze. Once again, the woman opened her mouth and blew into the air gently and the sound of The TARDIS' engines filled the room from her mouth. She grinned, slowly looking into the air as if she was watching the sound as it died down.

"Anyway," The Dream Lord began again. "Tweet, tweet. Time to sleep." The Doctor, Amy and Rory began to fall to the floor, asleep. "Oh, or are you waking up?"

The Doctor woke up in the living room of the old people's home, now empty, to find The Dream Lady standing over him, staring at him innocently.

"Oh, this is bad." He looked up to see The Dream Lord standing on the other side of the room in a doctors jacket, holding an x ray. "This is very, very bad. Look at this X-ray. Your brain is completely see-through. But then, I've always been able to see through you, Doctor."

"Always? What do you mean, always?" Amy asked as The Doctor flopped into Mrs Poggit's chair.

"Now then, the prognosis is this. If you die in the dream you wake up in reality. Healthy recovery in next to no time. Ask me what happens if you die in reality?"

"What happens?" Rory asked.

"You die, stupid. That's why it's called reality."

"Have you met the Doctor before?" Amy asked. "Do you know him? Doctor, does he?"

"Now don't get jealous." The Dream Lord teased. "He's been around, our boy. Never mind that. You've got a world to choose. One reality was always too much for you, Doctor. Take two and call me in the morning." He disappeared out of thin air. The Doctor took a few breaths, thinking, when he noticed the Dream Lady still there, looking around the room.

"OK, I don't like him." Rory said.

"Who is he?" Amy asked.

"I don't know. It's a big universe." The Doctor shrugged.

"Why is he doing this?"

"Maybe because he has no physical form. That gets you down after a while, so he's taking it out on folk like us who can touch and eat and feel." He stood up and took off the jumper, throwing it across the room.

"What does he mean, deadly danger?" Rory asked. "Nothing deadly has happened here. A bit of natural wastage, obviously."

"What are you still doing here?" The Doctor asked blankly, looking at the Dream Lady. The Dream Lady snapped her gaze to him, smiling innocently, like she didn't realise there was any danger. She opened her mouth before shutting it again, turning her head slightly and looking at The Doctor. "Have you ever spoken before, because it doesn't look like you have. Now what are you doing here?"

She smiled softly at him and spoke. A golden sort of belled sound filled the room as she spoke, making Amy stare at her in awe as she and Rory listened to the gorgeous sound. The Doctor stared at her, stunned as Rory turned to him.

"What did she say?" Rory asked. The Doctor gulped, staring at her when Amy shaked him slightly at he looked over at Amy and Rory quickly. "Doctor, what did she say?"

"Are you The Doctor?" He replied with a dry mouth.

"What was it, that sound?" Amy asked. "What was that language?"

"Gallifreyan." He whispered, looking back at The Dream Lady who watched him, no clue to what was going on. He walked forward slightly so he was opposite her, looking her up and down. "Yes, I am." He said to her. She nodded slightly, looking him up and down before reaching forward and stroking his fringe gently. She smiled slightly before speaking in Gallifreyan again, gesturing to the three of them. "Uh," The Doctor stuttered, gulping. "We're speaking English." The Dream Lady nodded slightly before standing in silence.

"What's she doing?" Amy whispered.

"I'm switching over languages." The Dream Lady said immediately. She gave herself a small gasp of joy as she realised before grinning at Rory, Amy and The Doctor. "Am I speaking English?" She asked The Doctor.

"Yes." He replied quickly, laughing nervously. "You were speaking Gallifreyan." She smiled at him, nodding. "You can speak Gallifreyan?"

She frowned, "Of course I can. If you can, why couldn't I? They're all gone."

"I know," The Doctor said sadly, thinking of the Time Lords. "If the Dream Lord is who I think he is, are you a rebellion of him? A mutation in this system or-"

"No silly, I don't mean the Time Lords." She giggled. "All the old people, they're all gone." The Doctor suddenly looked around in alarm, noticing the old people all gone. He grabbed the Dream Lady's and ran out of the room. "Is that a bad thing?" She asked as they ran.

"Why would they leave?" Rory asked as The Doctor watched some children head into the ruins across the village.

"And what did you mean about Mrs Poggit's act?" Amy asked.

"One of my tawdry quirks – sniffing out things that aren't what they seem." The Doctor said. "So come on, let's think. The mechanics of this split we're stuck in... Time asleep matches time in our dream world, unlike in conventional dreams."

"And we're dreaming the same dream at the same time." Rory said.

"Yes, sort of communal trance, very rare, very complicated. I'm sure there's a dream giveaway. But my mind isn't working because this village is so dull! I'm slowing down, like you two have."

Suddenly, Amy grabbed her stomach and shouted out. "Oh. Ow. Really. Ow! It's coming."

"Help her, you're a doctor." The Doctor exclaimed as he and Rory began to panic.

"You're a doctor!" Rory countered.

"It's OK, we're doctors." The Doctor said, squatting down as if to catch the baby. "What do we do?"

"It isn't coming." The Dream Lady said. The Doctor glanced back at The Dream Lady, watching her with a frown.

"It's not coming." Amy said, stopping panicking and sharing a nod with the Dream Lady.

"What?" The Doctor said, standing up and looking back at Amy.

"This is my life now and it just turned you white as a sheet. So don't you call it dull again, ever. OK?"


"Yeah." She turned and walked off, heading over to the nearby swing set. The slumped herself down on one swing and The Doctor sat down next to her as Rory and The Dream Lady stood behind them.

"Now, we all know there's an elephant in the room."

"I have to be this size, I'm having a baby."

"No, no. The hormones seem real, but no. Is nobody going to mention Rory's ponytail?" He smiled slowly. "You hold him down, I'll cut it off." Amy chuckled.

"This from the man in the bow tie." Rory said.

"Bow ties are cool." He stood up and looked across the village at Mrs Poggit. "I don't know about you, but I wouldn't hire Mrs Poggit as a babysitter. What's she doing? What does she want?" The birdsong began ringing through their ears once again.

"Oh, no, here we go." Amy groaned.

"It's really cold." Rory complained, rubbing his arms. "Have you got any warm clothing?"

"What does it matter if we're cold? We have to know what she is up to. Sorry. Sorry." The Doctor muttered, rubbing his face. "There should be some stuff down there, have a look." The Doctor pointed across the room and Amy and Rory followed his point. The Doctor ducked under the console and pulled out a box full of mechanical gadgets, balancing it on the console as The Dream Lady watched over his shoulder. "You still here?" He muttered, not bothering to look back at her.

"Yes." She replied innocently, not noticing his begrudge.

"I want the other life." Rory said to Amy. "You know, where we're happy and settled and about to have a baby."

"But don't you wonder, if that life is real, then why would we give up all this?" Amy asked. Why would anyone?"

"Because we're going to freeze to death?"

"The Doctor'll fix it." She muttered, throwing Rory a blanket.

"OK. Because we're going to get married?" He asked, wrapping the blanket around Amy.

Amy giggled. "But we can still get married. Some day."

"You don't want to any more? I thought you'd chosen me, not him."

"You are always so insecure."

"You ran off with another man."

"Not in that way."

"It was the night before our wedding."

"We're in a time machine. It's the night before our wedding for as long as we want."

"We have to grow up eventually."

"Says who?" She asked, grabbing some other blankets as they approached the console. The Doctor was fiddling with some gadget made out of kitchen utensils, trying to fix the last piece on with difficulty. Softly, the Dream Lady took it out of his hand, fixed it on before putting it in Rory's hand.

"Ah, Rory, wind." The Doctor said, nodding at the Dream Lady as he handed Amy a wire attached to it. "Amy, could you attach this to the monitor, please."

"I was promised amazing worlds." Rory said. "Instead I get duff central heating and a weird, kitchen wind-up device."

"It's a generator." The Dream Lady told him, smiling.

"Get winding." The Doctor muttered.

"It's not enough." Amy said.

"Rory, wind."

Rory began to wind it. "Why is the Dream Lord picking on you? Why us? And what about her?" He nodded at the Deam Lady. "She may seem innocent, but is she safe? She is the Dream Lady."

"I'm not a Dream Lady." She giggled. "I'm a heart." She breathed the last word, smiling at all of them before the scanner began to beep and showed them a starscape.

"Where are we?" Amy asked.

"We're in trouble." The Doctor muttered.

"What is that?" Rory asked, looking at the planet sized ball of ice on the screen.

"A star. A cold star." He ran to the door and pulled it on, letting in a blinding light. "That's why we're freezing. It's not a malfunction. We're drifting towards a cold sun. That's our danger for this version of reality." He slammed the door and looked at the larger screen on the wall.

"This must be the dream. There is no such thing as a cold star. Stars burn." Amy insisted.

"So's this one. It's just burning cold."

"Is that possible?"

"I can't know everything. Why does everybody expect me to, always?" He walked up to the console and sat down with a slump on the captain's chair.

"OK, this is something you haven't seen before. So does that mean this is the dream?" Rory asked.

"I don't know, but there it is, and I'd say we've got about 14 minutes until we crash into it. But that's not a problem."

"Because you know how to get us out of this?" Rory asked as The Doctor put on a stethoscope.

"Because we'll have frozen to death." The Dream Lady said before looking at Rory's shocked expression. "Is that bad?"

"Then what'll we do?" Amy asked, ignoring the Dream Lady.

"Stay calm." The Doctor said, placing the stethoscope to the console. "Don't get sucked in to it, because this just might be the battle we have to lose."

"Oh, this is so you, isn't it?" Rory asked.


"What a weird new star, 14 minutes left to live and only one man to save the day. I just wanted a nice village and a family." Suddenly, the Dream Lord appeared behind The Doctor.

"Oh, dear, Doctor. Dissent in the ranks." The Dream Lord shook his head. "There was an old doctor from Gallifrey, Who ended up throwing his life away, He let down his friends and..." He stopped at the sound of birdsong. "Oh, no, we've run out of time. Don't spend too long there, or you'll catch your death here." He grabbed onto The Dream Lady's wrist who just stared back at him, unbothered as The Doctor tried to grab her, only to be pulled back by the Dream Lord. "And I think I'll keep your little helper this time." As The Doctor, Amy and Rory fell asleep The Dream Lord disappeared, leaving The Dream Lady standing in the console room on her own. She walked up to the console and nodded to herself before yanking wires out from under the console.

"Ah, it's colder." Amy complained. The Dream Lady ran up the stairs from under the console, running up to them.

"The three of us have to agree, now, which is the dream." The Doctor said.

"It's this, here." Rory said.

"He could be right." Amy shrugged. "The science is all wrong here, burning ice?"

"No, no, no ice can burn, sofas can read, it's a big universe." The Doctor said. "We have to agree which battle to lose. All of us, now."

"OK, which world do you think is real?"

"This one."

"No, the other one!" Rory argued.

"Yeah, but are we disagreeing, or competing?"

"Competing over what?" Amy asked as The Doctor and Rory looked at her before groaning.

The Doctor looked at his watch. "Nine minutes till impact." He said before, looking around the console room, now covered in wires along the floor, over banisters and up stair cases. "What have you been doing?" He asked The Dream Lady.

"With what power we have," She began, hoping she was wording this properly. "I've been trying to steer us away."

"That's brilliant!" The Doctor cheered, looking at the genius wiring she'd done. "Did it work?"

"Ah." She winced slightly. "No."

"What temperature is it?" Amy asked.

"Outside?" The Doctor asked. "Brrrr. How many noughts have you got? Inside? I don't know but I can't feel my feet and... other parts."

"I think all my parts are basically fine." Rory said.

"Stop competing!"

"Can't we call for help?" Rory asked, picking up the phone.

"I tried that!" The Dream Lady said.

"Yeah, the universe is really small - bound to be someone nearby!" The Doctor said sarcastically, taking the phone from Rory, tapping him on the head with it before hanging it up.

"Put these on, all of you." She threw The Doctor and The Dream Lady a blanket with a hole cut out before slipping one over Rory's head.

"Oh, a poncho. The biggest crime against fashion since lederhosen." Rory nodded as The Dream Lady put her poncho on with a frown.

"Here we go!" Amy said, putting on her poncho and looking at The Doctor and Rory. "My boys... my poncho boys." She stood between them as they looked at the monitor on the wall. "If we're going to die, let's die looking like a Peruvian folk band."

"We're not going to die." Rory said, watching the star loom closer on the screen.

"No, we're not," The Doctor said, checking his watch. "But our time's running out. If we fall asleep here, we're in trouble." He began to pace the control room. "If we could divide up, then we'd have an active presence in each world, but the Dream Lord is switching us between the worlds. Why, why, what's the logic?"

Suddenly, the Dream Lord appeared along side The Doctor, pacing with him. "Good idea, veggie, let's divide you three up, so I can have a little chat with our lovely companion." He looked over at Amy and The Dream Lady as The Doctor stopped. "Maybe I'll keep them, and you can have Pointy Nose to yourself for all eternity, should you manage to clamber aboard some sort of reality." The birdsong returned, only ringing through Rory and The Doctor's ears.

"Can you hear that?" Rory asked.

"What? No." Amy frowned.

"Amy, don't be scared, we'll be back." The Doctor said as he and Rory fell to the floor, asleep.

"Rory, Doctor, don't leave me."

"Amy, we're going to have fun aren't we?" The Dream Lord grinned.

"No, please, not alone." Amy begged. The Dream Lady bit her lip slightly before taking Amy's hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"I wish my mother could help." The Dream Lady sighed, holding onto the handle on the scanner. Amy looked up from sitting next to The Doctor and Rory's sleeping bodies.

"How?" Amy asked.

"She could fly us away from here." The Dream Lady sighed, stroking the console. "Shame she's lost all her power."

"Who's your mother?" Amy asked, eyeing her curiously. The Dream Lady looked at her and smiled softly before blowing into the air, the sound of The TARDIS engines filling the room again. "The TARDIS?" Amy stuttered. The Dream Lady gave her a soft nod. "The TARDIS is your mother?" Amy sighed, unsure how to react before looking back down at The Doctor when The Dream Lord appeared behind her.

"Poor Amy." The Dream Lord teased. "He always leaves you, doesn't he? Alone in the dark. Never apologises."

"He doesn't have to." Amy said, walking away towards the jump seat.

"That's good, because he never will. And now he's left you with me. Spooky old, not-to-be-trusted me." He reappeared, sitting on the chair in a red robe that showed a lot of skin. "Anything could happen."

"Who are you and what do you want?" Amy snapped. "The Doctor knows you, but he's not telling me who you are. And he always does. Takes him awhile sometimes, but he tells me. So you're something different."

"Oh, is that who you think you are? The one he trusts?"

"Actually, yes."

The Dream Lord stood up. "The one girl in the universe to whom the Doctor tells everything?"


"So what's his name?" He dissapeared, before reappearing in his tweed, squatting at The Doctor's feet. "Now, which one of these men would you really choose? Look at them." He gestured to Rory and The Doctor. "You ran away with a handsome hero. Would you really give him up for a bumbling country doctor who thinks the only AMY:thing he needs to be interesting is a ponytail?"

"Stop it!"

"But maybe it's better than loving and losing the Doctor." He stood up looking at both men either side of him. "Pick a world and this nightmare will all be over. They'll listen to you. It's you they're waiting for. Amy's men. Amy's choice." He disappeared into thin air. Amy bent over, straightened Rory's poncho and took one last glance at The Doctor before sitting back down on the stairs. The Dream lady began to pull on wires again, trying to find some power when she looked over at Amy and noticed she'd fallen asleep.

"Oh." The Dream Lady whispered. She bounded over to the staircase and pulled Amy's body down, gently laying her in between Rory and The Doctor before resuming her work.

The console sparked and The Dream Lady jumped back with a yelp. She fell against the jump seat as she noticed The Doctor, Amy and Rory wake up.

"So...you chose this world." The Dream Lord said, towering over them. Well done. You got it right. And with only seconds left. Fair's fair. Let's warm you up." The TARDIS began to regain power, making The Dream Lady sigh with relief as she stood up again. "I hope you've enjoyed your little fictions. It all came out of your imagination, so I'll leave you to ponder on that. I have been defeated. I shall withdraw. Farewell." He disappeared as The Dream Lady ran over to The Doctor and pulled him up, hugging him tightly. The Doctor's arms waved a little, unsure to what was happening before she let go of him and he began to work on the controls of the TARDIS.

"Something happened. I... What happened to me?" Rory asked. "I..." Amy slowly shuffled towards him and hugged him. "Oh. Oh, right. This is good. I am liking this. Was it something I said?" She let go and looked into his eyes. "Can you tell what it was so I can use it in emergencies? And maybe birthdays." The TARDIS started up and the heating turned on, making the snow slowly melt and Amy and Rory to look up.

"What are we doing now?" Amy asked.

"Me, I'm going to blow up the TARDIS." The Doctor shrugged.

"What?" Rory asked.

"Notice how helpful the Dream Lord was? Okay, there was misinformation, red herrings, malice, and I could have done without the limerick, but he was always very keen to make us choose between dream and reality."

"What are you doing?!" Amy demanded.

"Doctor! The Dream Lord conceded. This isn't the dream!" Rory begged.

"Yes, it is!" The Doctor laughed. "Star burning cold. Do me a favour! The Dream Lord has no power over the real world. He was offering us a choice between two dreams."

"How do you know that?" Amy asked.

"Because I know who he is."

"Wait," The Dream Lady put her hand on The Doctor's stopping him pull on the last control. The Doctor looked up and stared into her sparkling blue eyes, now filled with tears. "When you blow us up, the dream will end. I'm part of The TARDIS, and I'll disappear again. There's always one thing Mother wanted to tell her best friend." The Doctor kept his eyes locked with hers, heartbroken, yet confused. The Dream Lady grabbed both lapels of his jacket with one hand and kissed him. The Doctor wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer, and kissed her back before she pulled the lever and The TARDIS blew up.