This is one for my personal OT3, Doctor/Amy/Rory. I am not sure what this ship name is, so I'm gonna leave it at that. If These Sheets Were The States by All Time Low.
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The Doctor lie awake in his bed, unable to fall asleep. They had left again. His old hearts wrenched as he caught a whiff of their mixed scents on his sheets. He flashed back to all of the memories the three of them had here. If he didn’t before, he now understood the meaning of the phrase, “You don’t know what you’ve got ‘til it’s gone.” He needed to relish their visits now, happening less often. He never knew which one would be their last. Deciding he wasn’t going to get any sleep tonight, he walked into the console room, the metal cold on his feet. He had no other choice, setting the coordinates, and materializing outside of the Ponds’ door. He quietly slipped in, using the key Amy gave him. He crept up to their room, and crawled in between them. Much better.
