our stars (doctor who) EDITING

5- effortless

A/N Be aware of the name change from this chapter on! Erica is now The Dreamer, or Dreamer. The previous chapters will still have the name Erica, but from now on, she has claimed the name "Dreamer" :)

The Dreamer's P.O.V
"My name... My name is The Dreamer." The words rolled off my tongue in an effortless harmony.
I claim the name the Angels have cruelly given me. That is now my name.
"The Dreamer." The Doctor whispered. "Why?"
"The dream." I mumbled. The Doctor obviously didn't get what I was talking about.
"Some people say I'm a dreamer! But I know I'm not the only one! Ooh, oooo, ooh, ooh!" Amy and Rory began singing. I grinned at them.
The Doctor glared at all three of us and stormed up into his room.
"I-I don't think I'll be sleeping in his room tonight, and I know that Sexy will have another room for me." I sighed, ruffling my new hair. It was a lot longer than my old, dull brown hair. I ran upstairs after the Doctor, and slowly entering his room. I never really noticed the glittering stars on the ceiling, or how the walls were ever-changing galaxies, beautiful, shining colours.
"Doctor?" I said, walking over to his bed where he was sitting, looking out his window at the real stars. "Doctor, I'm sorry. But-But that's my name."
"I don't understand. Why would you need to change it? Erica was beautiful." He murmured, not turning to look at me.
"Doctor. The Angels gave me that name for a reason." I explained, sitting beside him and gently grasping his hand in mine. "The first night I was here, do you remember my dream? The dream of falling through space. Landing on the burnt up Earth. The voice... I don't think he was talking about saving everyone on Gallifrey."
The Doctor looked at our clasped hands, then down at me.
"What do you mean?" He asked quietly.
He knew very well what I meant.
"I mean, one day the Earth is going to explode. Maybe we won't be alive to see it, maybe we will. Maybe only one of us will be alive." The Doctor suddenly pressed his lips to mine, startling me. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled a blanket around our shoulders, I must've been shivering. When his lips had pressed against mine, I felt an electric shock and I swear I could've ran a twenty mile marathon, without stopping, right then and there. He pulled away from me.
"Don't ever say that." He breathed. "Don't you dare ever say that. I don't care, if you ever die, I will die myself."
I leaned against his chest.
Don't say that. If I die, I want you to move on from me, to never forget me, but keep going. To keep yourself going. I don't want you to die with me, I need you to still get companions, and to still go on adventures. I want you to always be the hero everyone needs. I thought to him.
I felt something drip onto my back. I looked up to see the Doctor with silent tears running down his face. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he buried his face in my shoulder. He let out a shaky breath and I rubbed his back. Luckily, Amy and Rory didn't show up, they were still singing John Lennon songs at the top of their lungs. The TARDIS swung the door shut and locked it.
"I'm not a hero." He whispered.
I pushed him away from me and grabbed his shoulders, and reaching up to put my forehead against his. I never really noticed how tall he was.
"Do not. Don't even think that. Do you know how many people and aliens you've saved?"
"Do you know how many people and aliens I've killed?" He asked, pulling away from me.
I sat there, not knowing what to say.
"Saving one race kills another one. Saving one person kills two." He said, avoiding my gaze. "I'm awful."
"Of all the innocent races you've saved, you've ridded the universe of the evil ones, and getting rid of the evil ones saves billions of innocent lives. Ever thought like that?" I asked him, pissed that he couldn't see how he was the universe's saviour.
He didn't answer and looked away from me. I sat there with sad eyes, before I left to take a shower.
"TARDIS? Can you play "Sound of Your Heart' by Shawn Hook?" I asked, needing to desperately listen to a sad song. She hummed in response, then began playing that song. I may not be that up-to-date, but I know some newer songs.
I sleep awake, you're all I see, I can't escape you, can't set you free.
That's how I feel.
I sang along loudly, until the chorus.
I'm missing the sound of your hearts beating. Baby, I'm in love with you! And I'm missing the sound of your hearts beating! Baby, you were mine to lose! I'm missing the sound of your hearts beating.
I climbed out of the shower and the song was about to end, I was dressed.
Baby, I'm in love with you.
I stopped dead in my tracks. Tears filled my eyes as I recounted the day I almost died.
•Flashback•
I ran in the opposite direction of the screaming mob.
Buildings and houses were on fire, and it was sweeping dangerously close. I contemplated walking into the fire. What was the point of living if the Doctor didn't love me anymore? As I was about to step into the flames, a voice screamed from behind me.
"Don't!"
I turned around to see the Doctor gripping my wrist.
"Please don't. Don't do it." He shouted.
"Why?" I laughed with no amusement. "I'm going to die anyway."
"Listen, I don't know who you are, but all I remember is you promising me you wouldn't die, minutes ago." He said, grief shining in his eyes. "This is all my fault. I don't need another life dead by my hands. There's an empty ship in warehouse X. Go. Escape, please."
I stood there, the flames getting closer, before nodding and darting off. He watched me run. Before I could get too far I ran back and kissed him on the mouth, slowly and passionately.
"Go, Dreamer." The Doctor whispered, cupping my face in his hands.
I ran away, like the coward I still am. I fell down inside the warehouse, to my knees sobbing.
"You are the Dreamer." A voice commanded. "You must be strong."
I could've been selfless, and saved another life other than my own, but instead, like the selfish person I am, I saved my own.
I've always been the Dreamer.
•End of Flashback•
I gasped, tears streamed down my face and I let out a scream. I've never remember the part about the Doctor calling me the Dreamer. Or the voice telling me to be strong. My hearts felt like they were burning, and being stabbed. I clutched at my chest and screamed again. I felt like I had stepped into those flames.
"Dreamer! Dreamer!" I felt numb but I knew the Doctor had his arms around me. I shrieked again, as the pain intensified.
"It-it hurts!" I moaned, holding my head and screaming, over and over.
"What's wrong with her!" I heard Rory shout, I squeezed my eyes shut and let out a faint whimper.
"What's going on! Doctor?" Amy's voice filled my eyes.
My hearing began to ebb away as I slumped into the Doctor's arms, and gave away to the darkness.

A/N Cliffhangers, I think I'm Rick Riordan.
Lol, definitely not as good, or creative of a writer as him.
I WISH I WASSSSS
i ship The Dreamer and The Doctor SO HARD.
probably because I'm writing this story.
Whoops