'For Amy'. The words still ran through her mind and yet they did not seem to be the source of her sadness. Vincent had shown her adoration beyond anything she had ever felt but something told her that the reason for her misery was far from the ginger artist who had captivated her. Tears fell steadily from her hazel eyes as she stared at the blues that covered her bedroom walls. Just like the TARDIS. It had always been about the TARDIS. Even when she was younger and she would run around with Jeff, she would be thinking of her raggedy Doctor. Tall, dark hero, the man of her dreams. It was funny now to know that he was only a few rooms away from her. All she ever wanted was right before her yet she couldn't shake this feeling of loneliness. Not the loneliness that felt her when she had no boyfriend, or when she had not for a while, but the emptiness that surrounded her when she realized that she had no best friend. It had always been that way. So lost in her search for her Doctor, she had pushed aside every friend she had made. Yet why did she feel as if someone who would have played the part of the comrade, the role of the sidekick, was once filled and now was missing? Whatever it was, it caused the tears to pour down her freckled cheeks.

He could feel the pain rippling through her, hear the sobs echoing through her door but did he dare to search her mind? He had trained himself, years ago, to put up the barrier between companion and himself. But he could not always control it. That's how the Dreamlord had known all about Amy's dreams, that's how he now knew that Rory was the source of her distress. And what plagued him most was that still, in death, she missed her best friend. Not her fiancé. He had to keep his mind at bay, had to keep his self control. If he did not, then he did not know what the consequences would be. With Rory here, he didn't have to worry about putting Amelia Jessica Pond in danger. With Rory here, he didn't have to fear that he'd fall in love.

Absence. In her heart, there were missing pieces. Parts that did not seem to makes sense. There were holes where there shouldn't be, gaping holes which caused her pain in every beat of it. She knew who could fill those holes. She had always known, but she had been shot down. She had been refused. And somehow, that kept her at bay. The fiery, red-headed girl she once was no longer existed. This new Amy was perfectly content with rejection. She just sat by and let the agony consume her. And it was nights like tonight where she cursed everything that she was, everything that she would be and everything that she had forgotten.

'I can't. It'd be wrong of me. It'd be another Rose.' That was his greatest fear, the restraints that kept him back. Rose. It all came back to her. He remembered the pain that she had caused his tenth regeneration. The agony that filled him when she had left. He remembered everything so why was his eleventh so keen on repeating the past? Wasn't it enough to see his love being taken away by this life that he led? Wasn't it enough to watch as she chose the human incarnation of himself, the one who could give her a normal life? Wasn't it all enough? 'Apparently not,' he thought for he found his hand on the doorknob to Amy's room, her sobs even louder once he was in the confines of the cozy bedroom. She was lying on her side, her back towards him, and her fiery hair was sprayed across the navy sheets. Silently, he made his way towards her, knowing that if she sent him that condescending look she was so famous for to him, that he would be out of the door within the minute. But she didn't turn around, even if she had heard him. She laid perfectly still. Swiftly, he unlaced his shoes, kicking them off one by one as he released himself from the hold of his tweed jacket. Before he could stop himself, for his fear of loss took over, before he could take notice of his masochistic behavior, he climbed into the bed of Amelia Pond and gently slipped his arms around her, letting her fall into his embrace.

His chest was warm against her back, the tears slowing as she felt his hearts beating against it. It was soothing, a music that could steal her heart away in any moment. There was something to perfect, so right about him 'comforting' her. There was something so pure, and she couldn't quite name it. Gently she turned in his embrace, his grey meeting her emerald eyes in a battle of pain. Who was hurting worse? The girl who couldn't remember why she was crying or the man who feared the loss of another? Either way, neither said a word, Amy only silently laying her head upon his chest. And that's how she found herself the next morning, smiling comfortably in his arms.

Never did she think she'd return, not after everything that had happened. That night was so distant in her past, so brief yet so prominent in her mind. It had been innocent at the start, and yet their emotions got the better of them and led to the greatest memory that Amy held dear, and there were other's that many would have claimed to have surpassed that night. But none did for her. "Mum, come on then," her hand was being tugged forward as she was led through the Museé D'Orsay. The little girl before her bouncing with each step as she ran towards the famous work of Vincent Van Gough. "I want to see the Doctor, it's my favorite." The tears slowly filled her eyes as she entered the once familiar room, her eyes scanning each painting and pulling her daughter towards the one gift she'd always cherish, the beginning to the greatest night of her life. "Mum, look. It says 'For Amy'! You...no, you couldn't have. When you were with him, you went to see him, didn't you?" 'Ah, she is too smart for her age,' she thought as she looked into the grey eyes before her. Pale cheeks sprinkled with freckles, just like her. "That's a story for another time," she muttered as she ran her hand through the dark curls of her daughter, gently picking her up and feeling as Eden's two hearts leapt against her own.

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Just a short little thing I thought up while watching Vincent and the Doctor. Utter crap or do you think there is anything there?

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-Rae.