Hellooo! WARNING: This story is going to involve spoilers of 'Let's Kill Hitler' and possibly 'Night Terrors' ^^ I hope you enjoy, battering the Doctor with past memories is always fun! Haha... I'm an awful person ^^ :3 Anyway enjoy and I hope that you may REVIEW, critisism is accepted!

A Lot of Things

Chapter 1

The Doctor was good at a lot of things... Running, saving the day, getting people to 'trust him.' It just took the right words or the right kind of motivation. However the Doctor was also incredibly awful at a lot of other things as well.

Forgetting, keeping everyone alive, sleep. The Doctor didn't feel he acquired rest; he didn't believe he had to share with Amy and Rory about those problems, whether they were just too painful or that he just didn't want help. Truthfully, he didn't want someone helping him through the pain he'd lost; he didn't want constant reminders of all the people he just couldn't save. He didn't want to be helped into an uncomfortable rest in which he would be trapped within until he was granted with the peace and sanity of consciousness where before his subconscious mind had wreaked havoc upon all of his memories... his fears.

So that was why every evening when Amy and Rory went to bed the Doctor would playfully fiddle with a tool or button on his precious console. He'd bid them goodnight and work on the TARDIS. Some nights he could feel the TARDIS's telepathic thoughts feed into his mind, urging him onto the verges of rest. She'd groan soothingly, worriedly, demanding that he would rest. Telling him that he needed to sleep.

"But I don't." Was his murmured reply. Soft words that fled his tongue quickly, almost playfully as if he were willing himself onwards as if he believed he possessed that power.

That night had been different.

Amy had leant against the golden railings of the TARDIS, looking down dramatically at her raggedy Doctor. "Night Doctor," the side of her lips twitched into a smile as she swung herself from the railings and into Rory's arms as they both caught a glance at the Doctor who, as usual remained facing away from them and fixated on a different part of the TARDIS.

"Goodnight Ponds." Was all the Doctor said, it was all the Doctor ever said. He'd will them to bed one way or another, but it seemed as if the couple could never return the favour. He didn't even seem capable.

Rory watched as the Doctor slid to the lower levels of his beloved's console and began to tweak at things beyond his own comprehension despite being taught a few of the basics. "Does he ever sleep?" Rory muttered to his wife.

Amy narrowed her eyes and playfully thumped her husband, "shut up stupid he'll hear you." She hissed.

Rory narrowed his eyes, "maybe it's best if he does."

"Maybe its best if I what?" The Doctor's voice was inquisitive, as it always was, his eyes suddenly finding the couple as their faces turned an impressive shade of red.

"Nothing!" Amy insisted; her eyes sparkling with childish humour, the same twinkle that the Doctor had seen all those years ago, back when she was a mere child. To him, she still was. No one grew up on the TARDIS.

Rory opened his mouth to object, but instead Amy pulled aggressively on his arm. The Doctor couldn't help but smirk when he heard Rory's pleas for help as Amy dragged him further down the halls of the TARDIS to their own bedroom.

Do you have a room?

The question still rang through the Doctor's mind. He'd never answered Rory's question, amongst all the other questions that had been flooded through his mind, this seemed like the one most adamant to stay alive. The Doctor sighed, threading a hand through his hair and dragging it down his face as he carried on his work.

Doctor, Doctor burning bright.

The Doctor's eyes widened in surprise, his head instinctively turning away from his work as his ear pricked to the new voice within the console room.

"Amy?" The Doctor asked quietly, eyebrow raised. He frowned. It couldn't have been Amy. The voice sounded too young... too childish, even for the girl who waited. In fact the voice hadn't even held a Scottish vigour. Instead it was presented in a delighted London accent. Young, fragile... alien.

But your light's burning out Doctor.

The Doctor's frown increased further, "Whose there?" he could feel the spark of curiosity hit him hard, but at the same time there was the lingering sensation of fear. How could someone have gotten into the TARDIS, his TARDIS? It didn't seem feasible, unless this was some form of hallucination or even the return of something even more sinister. The Doctor shuddered to even think. Yet another image that haunted his dreams... the image of the 'Dream Lord.'

Suddenly he seemed surrounded by the echo of childish giggles, seeming to get higher and louder... until they stopped. Suddenly.

You need to sleep Doctor, your light is burning out, you'll work yourself out Doctor. Poor Doctor, my Doctor. Don't you wonder what it would be like to dream peacefully for once?

The Doctor found himself rushing up to the higher level of the console, spinning around in a circle in frustration as he lifted his arms in the air. "Who are you? Show yourself, that is if you have a self, in which case feel free to..." he would have continued if it wasn't for the next bout of childish giggles wracking the console room. The voice seemed to jingle like delicate chimes, a perfect harmony.

That was when the Doctor was caught off guard. He flinched as small delicate fingers threaded through his own. He spun on his heels, his right hand prying his sonic from his inside pocket as he pointed it directly at his intruder. The laughter continued.

Doctor, you can't hurt me. You wouldn't dare.

Cliffhanger! OoOOoOoOOo, hope you enjoyed, please R&R it's like getting the rush of stepping out onto another Planet! -^.^- Thaaaaaank you! A-vis-dah-say :3

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