This was something that had popped into my head. One shot. Maybe to be continued, if enough people like it. Hope you enjoy. Make sure to comment! Everything mentioned belongs to BBC.

-Kate

The doctor paced his room, or what Amy called his room. He didn't spend much time in it, so he thought it odd to call it his room. The fireplace in front of him roared with life, licking the edges of the brick. He stared at it for a moment, before plopping on the bed. His mind turned to today's events.

Rory

Tears angrily pricked his eyes. Blinking a few times, he forced them down. This had happened to him so many times before, the hurt, the pain.

So why didn't it get any better over time?

He sighed, turning to face the door. A memory flooded back to him, vicious and cold.

A knock came at the doctors door. Smiling, he opened the door to a slightly twitching Rory. Rory didn't look at him, just whispered

"We need to talk."

He pushed past the doctor and stood in front of the fire, his hands in his pockets. The doctor's smile didn't fade.

"Of course, Rory, my boy. What about?"

Rory turned to face the doctor finally, a look which made the Doctor's smile fade.

"I've realized that traveling with you two is dangerous." He faced the fire again. The doctor smirked.

'Well, leave if you feel it a danger. Where's your sense of adventure?"

"I can't leave," Rory sighed, "I can't risk losing her, doctor. And she's far too stubborn to come back." He paused, his eyes darting to the ceiling. "She won't marry me until I prove to her that I'm worth it. That she isn't settling. You know Amy, she wont settle." A smile crossed his face briefly before his eyes settled on the doctor again. "I need you to promise me something, Doctor."

"Of course, Rory. Anything."

Rory took a breath before continuing.

'If I die. Or something odd happens to me, and I don't make it…"

The doctor cut him off. "Won't happen on my watch. Trust me."

"… I need you to take care of her." His eyes locked onto the doctors, staring him down. For a moment, the doctor was almost frightened. "Love her, for me. Love her with everything you have. For we both I know I have enough love for her for both us."

The doctor didn't say anything for a moment, before nodding into the fire.

"Of course I will. Of course."

A knock startled the doctor out of his dream. He stumbled to the door, opening it to reveal a frightened Amy.

"Bad dream." She muttered as she pushed past him and flopped onto his bed. He didn't speak, but just sat next to her, holding her hand.

"What was it about?"

"There was this man. A man with a warm smile. A sad, warm smile. I didn't know him, doctor, but I felt this…connection. He had floppy hair, and these brilliant eyes. He kept repeating my name, before saying how sorry he was." She paused to take a sob. "Before saying how much he'll miss me. Before I could reach out to him, he just… vanished. Into a puff of silence. Nothing." She gripped his hand tighter as she sobbed into the doctors chest. He took a breath, rubbing his thumb against her hand. She spoke again.

"Who was he, doctor?"

The tears came back with a vengeance. He blinked again to hold them back.

"I don't know, Amy."

Of course, he did know. Somehow, Rory's subconscious had found it's way into one last dream before finally, really vanishing. He couldn't tell her. He had a promise to keep.

"Make sure you don't hurt her, doctor."

He slowly turned Amy so she was facing him. He looked into her sad eyes, before softly bringing her lips to his.

For this time, it was him who needed comforting.