I'm an animal trapped in your hot car

What would you do if the things you dreamed about suddenly felt like reality? Or if everyone close to you could see everything you thought about as you dreamt? For the Doctor, terror happened to be the main emotion running through his system as he awakened. He'd never intended for his dreams to become public, especially not as of late. He bit his lip as he rose from the chair he'd dozed off in, wringing his hands nervously as he looked around the TARDIS library. He noticed Peyton sprawled out on the ground a few yards away, slowly regaining consciousness. They'd been sharing the same dreams and nightmares for hours now; it would therefore be foolish of him to hope the dream sharing had stopped by now.

Her gaze lifted to meet his for the briefest of moments before she tore it away almost as abruptly. She couldn't believe her dream had been experienced by the both of them. She could hardly look at him now without the weight of her embarrassment bearing down upon her and making her feel guiltier than ever.

"How long do you think we have until we fall asleep again?" the blonde asked after a few minutes, breaking the awkward silence they had unthinkingly lapsed into. She rose to her feet hesitantly, her body sluggish and her head spinning. While most days with the Doctor were anything but ordinary, today had certainly taken the cake.

"I really don't know, Peyton. The dreams seem to…happen at…complete…random," he responded, his words coming out slower with time and separated by the occasional yawn.

"It seems like…they're…coming…again…" she murmured languidly, green eyes sliding shut as she leaned against the TARDIS console, sliding down into a sitting position against it as she was once again consumed by sleep.

His hands moved quickly along the soft contours of her body as they rolled over in the bed located in one of the TARDIS's many bedrooms. Her hands were knotted carelessly in his hair, crushing her mouth harder against his, her lips hot and heavy on his own. The bed sheet was rumpled as they continued moving about beneath it, the occasional breathless giggle escaping her as their legs intertwined, or his hips rocked into her own. They were friends. The best of friends. More than friends now, though, she supposed. He supposed so, too. His fingertips brushed the underside of her breast hesitantly and she gasped aloud. He figured she liked it from the way she reacted.

His movements grew sluggish as the familiar telltale haze began to overtake them.

The Doctor sat upright on the floor he'd only fallen asleep on moments prior, blinking hard, running his hands back through his messy hair as he glanced around the console room, trying to look anywhere but at Peyton, but succumbing eventually.

They were friends. The best of friends.