Song fic to Chameleon Circuit's "Nightmares"

I know it's meant for a previous episodes, but I thought it went pretty good with this whole situation too!

Enjoy!

I don't own Doctor Who or Chameleon Circuit...*sigh*

He doesn't sleep that night - as if he ever sleeps.

No, Time Lord's always had to keep their eyes peeled, ears always listening for a scream or distress signal. Or watching the shadows for something out of the ordinary.

But tonight he was awake, elbows against the control panel…not blinking…not moving…not hardly breathing.

Hey old man, rest your head

You're breaking down inside

Armor's cracked, set to collapse

Damn you, don't you cry

As if crying was even an option anymore. At this point, emotions turn to blank - eyes glazed over, hands gripping white-knuckled, balance thrown off with the rest of the universe.

I've ended lives and ended worlds

I guess I've done it all

Fire and ice and rage inside, how long till I fall?

He wonders why his words are cursed…he bitterly questions why every time he promises that no one else will die…that's exactly what happens. He feels his fingers twitch with the rage of it all and wishes there was another table to furiously throw things off of.

Somewhere all my darkest fears are gathering

It's not enough to save the day

I can't escape my Nightmares

Lingering behind that door with the shinning 11.

Of course, it could never be anything else.

And ever since the fuzzy figures of his past friends crackled and popped onto the control room's glass floor with the voice interface, he's been thinking…the gears shifting - Guilt Guilt Guilt More Guilt Enough Guilt!

No more guilt.

Amy and Rory were home now…no more killer dolls, no more red waterfall rooms, no more crazy mysterious monsters…no more faith.

It's how it had to be…how it should have been all along. Even though here he was again, isolated - The Last of the Time Lords - the lone traveler.

Dreams have showed me who I am, a danger to myself

Trickster fear, far from revered

So I must fear as well

Words and laughter wearing thin, breaking this disguise

Where do angels fear to tread?

How can I think to hide?

Smiles have always been his comforting mechanism. Laughter has always been his best weapon. His quirkiness has always been what drew others in. But even he could see they were becoming less and less…the smiles fading into the dark mist...the laughter going down as the body count went up…He was still quirky - his bowtie, always cool, the rough tweed scratching her face as she hugged him goodbye, and that crocked smile being the last thing Amy saw before he disappeared into the TARDIS. It's quirky, it's amazing. But…it was tears that blurred the eyes when you know you won't be seeing it all again.

It all melted away now.

Somewhere all my darkest fears are gathering

It's not enough to save the day

I can't escape my nightmares

But the days were growing longer and longer…they drug on and on with no purpose.

And they were all too quickly coming to an end.

If you only had two-hundred years to live, and a promise to not drag anyone along with you…don't sling anyone else around for the ride of their lives. As much as you want to, as worthy as they are, and as wonderful as it is to see their faces smiling, only feet away, after so long.

Hide.

Cause it's not enough just to save the day if you can't escape the nightmares afterwards.

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I'll be trying to get these up all week!

Thanks for reading!