The Doctor was wounded seriously in their last adventure and amy sends him to bed. Then the nightmares start. And the black outs. And then the nosebleeds. What on earth is going on?

Starts off slightly confusing i think but if you made sence of it, there we go, your a genious ;)

Anyway. I wrote this to Amy's theme so i think you should listen to it when your reading. To me it sort of fits parts like the pool scene with the Doctor (not saying Anymore)

AMY: I was just... starting to think... you were just a madman who didnt own anything.

ME/DOCTOR: Amy pond, there is something you must remember about me, someday your life may depend on it. I am DEFINATELY a madman who owns nothing! (though i'd kill to own Smith and Tennant for the day ;D )

enjoy!

Hot breath escaped his lips as he ran. His shoes thudding against the floor as all his strength was going toward getting there as soon as it was possible. Hands scrambled at a wall as he turned a corner, trying to stay on his feet as he sped on. He ran through an alley as he slipped in a puddle. He landed on the floor and groaned, his hands scuffed and bloodied, stinging also from the impact.

His thoughts were muddled as he ran; her face etched into his head as images of her laid limp and bloody flooded his mind, causing his heart to pound. Pain tore through his head and he crashed into a wall, falling to his knees as the pain intensified.

The thought of him never being able to see her smile again, her beautiful hair, her mesmerizing eyes... everything about her, chilled him to the core... scared him if he wanted to be specific. That was why he had to get up. He had to get to her. He had to fight whatever it was that was harming them.

Because if he didn't, she would die.

And then he would have to change his name, He wouldn't be him anymore.

A scream shattered his reverie and he sprinted toward her. Her eyes were open and staring up at the ceiling. Her chest was still and she wasn't breathing. He had failed her.

The Doctor had failed and Amelia Jessica Pond was dead because of it.

The Doctor sat bolt upright, the covers falling to reveal his bare chest that was well toned and possibly slightly tanned. He and Amy had just had an adventure on an extremely sunny island where a creature called the Triaplan had tried to kill them both. It had almost succeeded killing the Doctor, and when they had reached the TARDIS' safety, Amy had been the one who had sanctioned the sleep for the Time-Lord.

Now, said Time-Lord was sat upright, wide awake after only an hour of sleep, exhausted and sweating because of the nightmare he had just had about his little Scottish companion. He hadn't made it a secret in the last adventure that he didn't want Amy being hurt, that had been the reason he had pushed her out of the way of the gun. That had been the reason he distracted the Triaplan from her. That had been the reason he hadn't collapsed until they were in the TARDIS and he was in his room.

He swung his legs over the side of the bed, shaking slightly as he stood and deciding to go find the fiery haired Scot. He opened his door, light blue pajama bottoms hanging off his hips as he walked silently toward Amy's room. He opened the door and looked in. The room was fairly large and had a four poster bed in the middle. The floor was colored a deep purple and the walls were the same color as the TARDIS exterior. Pictures of him and Amy were spread across the walls and the roof was black, little lights scattered it like stars. He smiled and entered the room, moving toward the unmade bed, thinking he saw her. As he got a closer look, he noticed a picture on the bedside table. It was a picture of Amy, Rory and another girl and boy. They all had their arms around each other's shoulders. Amy looked about 15/16 and the others about the same age. Amy's fiery red hair was pulled into a messy bun that framed her face nicely. She was wearing what looked to be a short black, glittery dress. It framed her figure perfectly. It seemed she knew how to dress back then as well. The Doctor smiled, shaking his head and drew his attention to the bed. Looking closely now, he realized there was no-one in it and he quickly left the room. Next he tried the kitchen, then the console room, then even his drawing room. She was no-where to be found.

He passed the library when a thought struck him.

"Why are you wet?"

"I was in the pool."

"I thought you said you were in the library."

"So was the pool."

The Doctor smiled and pushed open the door. He didn't find the pool, or the red head but he found a door at the back of the library. Walking cautiously toward it, the Doctor pushed open the door and found the pool with a certain red head in the water. Her red hair was stringy as she raised herself up in the water, her skin glistening as the light bounced off her. The Doctor leant against the doorframe and watched her as she swam full lengths of the pool expertly. He smiled before feeling incredibly weak and slid down the doorframe. His eyes drooped shut and he passed out on the floor, blood making its way down his cheek from his nose.

Amy had gone exploring after she instructed the Doctor to go to sleep and had quickly come across the doctor's room. Curious if he had actually done what she had said, she gently pushed open the door and looked in. The room was huge, walls a light brown with what looked like the roof was a window to the galaxies outside. She gazed in wonder at the purple constellation they were passing and as streaks of orange and red became noticeable as the angle changed.

She looked around and spotted the Doctor sleeping. She smiled and quietly tiptoed over to him. He was slightly pale but that was what happened when you got shot, trampled on and almost bleed dry, and then get everything healed immediately with some type of paste.

He looked like he was struggling with something, a sheen of sweat covered his forehead and Amy was half tempted to wipe it off but stopped herself. She knew he slept lightly and now was not the best time for him to find her in his room. Not to mention she was the one who sent him to bed in the first place.

Smiling slightly, she backed out of the room, noting the symbol on the wardrobe and she closed the door quietly.

Wandering around again, Amy came across the library. Curious about what the Doctor had said when she first met him; she gently pushed open the door and walked inside. The room was huge and book shelves lined the room. The books themselves looked like they ranged from being brand new, to being the oldest book in there. She gazed in wonder around the huge room and smiled. She would have to ask for a day off and just come in to read. Sod the Doctor, she thought and immediately regretted it. She felt a lot for the strange Time-Lord. The mad man in a box. She smiled gently and spotted a door at the end of the row of shelves.

She walked toward it tentatively and opened it, smiling as she saw the pool. The water glittered in the light and mesmerized her. She smiled and ran back to her room to change into a bikini. The Doctor, she hoped, was going to be asleep for a while and she hadn't swum since she was 10. She lowered herself into the luke warm water, mentally thanking the TARDIS for warming it up for her.

She swam across the pool a couple of times before swimming to the bottom of the pool, staying underwater and enjoying the feel of the water on her skin and in her hair. She used to dream about being a mermaid. But then, to her dismay, she grew up.

She swam back to the surface and took a lung full of air, then doing a few more laps of the pool. About three hours after she had got in, she got out of the water and noticed the Doctor on the floor by the door. She walked over to him and looked at him. Blood was making its way from the Doctor's nose and leaving a crimson line down his cheek. Not knowing how long he'd been out, Amy tried to wake him.

"You can't hide forever Doctor" The Doctor kept still, crouched behind a wall that had been partially blasted. His hearts were going a mile a minute and he was struggling with the ongoing battle within. Did he make a dash and save Amy? Or did he stay put and risk getting caught. Both ways, Amy was in danger. The Doctor hated himself as he moved away from the red head to gain a better hiding space.

"She will have to die sometime." The Doctor glared at the man who was speaking and stayed hidden. He hated to leave Amy in the middle of it all but there wasn't much he could do.

"But you can stop all this." The Doctor knew what was coming before the horrible man, well, creature, before him even said it. "You could give yourself up and Miss Pond here can just walk off." The Doctor knew this. But he didn't trust the man before him. He'd rather have Amy in his arms so he knew she was safe. But at the moment, Amy Pond was unconscious on the floor behind that infernal man. The Doctor froze entirely when he heard a click of a gun.

"Suit yourself Doctor." There was a pause for dramatics. The Doctor wasn't even bothering to breathe. "The girl dies." The Doctor stood up as he said it.

"NO!" He looked at Amy's sleeping figure as he walked toward the creature before him. "Let her go when she wakes up. You have me." The Doctor spat at the man. He knelt down beside Amy, intending to check if she was alright when something caught his eye. Blood was pooling behind her body and he picked her up.

"Alright Doctor. Your wish. That is, if she ever Woke up." The creature was laughing now. "She's dead you foolish man!" the Doctor started trembling as he cradled Amy's lifeless body.

"Amy... Amy..." The Doctor was left there, repeating Amy's name as tears fell like the rain, hitting Amy's eyelid and her forehead.

"Doctor?" her voice came as a whisper, repeating it's self. "Doctor, wake up." The Doctor looked down at Amy's body, confused. "Come on Doctor. Wake-" everything went black.

He sat bolt upright, breathing heavily, like he had just ran a marathon at full speed. He looked around franticly for Amy.

"-up." The Doctor grabbed her and pulled her to him, hugging her tightly.

"Amy." He breathed. "You're ok." Amy smiled.

"Of course I'm ok!" she didn't tell him but she was worried for him. She was sure that Time-Lords don't get nose bleeds for no reason. She made a mental note to ask him later, when she had him calmed him down but for now she had to get him somewhere warmer. She had just soaked him when he hugged her.

They ended up in the kitchen. Amy now wore a pair of pyjamas, baby pink bottoms with a matching top, the words Night Queen in purple letters across her stomach.

"Wanna tell me why you panicked when you woke up?" she said as they sat there with a mug. The Doctor was sat staring at the kitchen wall, a cup in his hands, full of steaming tea. When he didn't reply, Amy stood up and knelt in front of him. He looked terrible. Bags were forming under his eyes and his hair was limp from lack of sleep. His eyes were dull and he looked at her suddenly, seemingly for the first time.

"Hm?" Amy watched him worried.

"I asked if you were gonna tell me why you panicked when you woke up." The Doctor watched her.

"Nothing gets past you pond does it?" she smiled and shook her head. Amy took his hands in hers, her warm wrinkled hands taking his cold, dry ones.

"Doctor, tell me." The Doctor opened his mouth to speak when the TARDIS tipped to the side and they were thrown into the cupboards.

Rory had gone home early, knowing that tomorrow, he'd be cake shopping with his fiancée. He had just closed his eyes when he heard a peculiar sound. He went to the window and saw a blue box on it's side, smoking. He rubbed his eyes then grabbed a bat and ran down to the back garden.

"Who's there?" he said, holding up the bat. He moved slowly toward the strange object before the doors opened and Amy's face appeared. She took one look at Rory and froze.

"Rory?" The nurse nodded, lowering the bat. Then the Doctor appeared next to her and Rory groaned.

"Amy, why are you with him?" Amy climbed out of the TARDIS and Rory noted she was in her pajamas. "And why are you in your pajamas?" Amy rolled her eyes.

"Why do you think I'm in my pajama's Rory?" Rory shrugged. "I was going to bed." She muttered. The Doctor practically fell out of the TARDIS, exhaustion starting to take effect once again.

"Amy..." he said as he sat on the grass, his back against the TARDIS. "Please... don't let me... Sleep." He said drowsily. Rory looked at him and smiled.

"I can make you some tea." He said as politely as he could, it sounded forced to Amy and she glared at him. The Doctor nodded, missing the whole thing. Rory smirked and went inside. Amy pulled one of the Doctor's arms over her shoulders and helped him up.

"Come on Doctor." She was really worried about him. It seemed their last trip had taken more out of him than she thought. Amy managed to get him into Rory's living room and sat him on the couch. She left him alone for a second to get Rory and found her Fiancée in the kitchen. "Why are you acting like this Rory?" Rory glared at her.

"Because, Amy, you are my Fiancée. We're going cake shopping tomorrow!" Amy made an 'oh' face.

"Rory, that's already happened for me." He made a confused look at her. "Time Travel Rory." She said as if it explained everything. The kettle boiled and three cups of tea were made. Amy carried hers and the Doctor's cups through and set them on the coffee table. She looked at the Doctor and noticed that his nose was bleeding again.

"Why is he like this?" Rory asked, not liking he was left out. Amy shrugged.

"He was hurt quite a bit in the last adventure we had, maybe it's that." She said as she shrugged. The Doctor started groaning in his sleep and muttering something in an incoherent language to Rory, but simple English for Amy.

"Please... Don't... Let her go..." he struggled for a few seconds before shouting. "Amy!" he sat bolt upright and looked around the room, frightened. Amy, who was sat next to him, placed an arm on his back and started trying to calm him down.

"Doctor Calm down, I'm here." The Doctor looked at her and seemed to calm dramatically before his eyes turned cloudy and he passed out. Amy looked at Rory who stood up, just as the Doctor disappeared in a blue flash.

Ok so what do you think? Be amazed, this is the longest first chapter i've ever done lol. I was told by a friend that it was good so you tell me what you think.. You just have to press that little green thing at the bottem of the page to tell me what you think. I know you've probaby got an alert on this and you'll be like... wtf! but i noticed that where i had breaks, there werent any in the story so i had to enter them and lo and behold, An A.N came up lol.

Any way. You may be like... i thought she said Rory didnt prepose. Well i sort of forgot that fact when i was writing it and there we are They're still ingaged *glares at Rory*

P.S there will be alot of Doctor bashing later on. And No, i havent wrote the story that goes before this one... I will when this one is finnished ^^

Cio!

Ichigo Koneko~chan x