Falling hadn't been like anything you'd imagined. You'd imagined feelings of pure horror as you plummeted to the distant-but-getting-closer ground below. You imagined either feeling all the pain in the universe or feeling nothing at all as your brain shut off.
You could never imagine the pain on the Doctor's face as he found-
"Gah!" You sprang up from your bed, and looked around the empty cold room. You cursed. That was the billionth bad dream you'd had. You refused to call it a nightmare as you didn't find it scary, just worrying. You felt compelled to shout the Doctor, but you didn't want to worry him. Besides, you didn't want to find out your dreams were visions or something.
You sprang up and casually walked to the control room wearing just the blue top and shorts you'd gone to bed in. You knew what it would do to the Doctor, but that's why you didn't change. You wanted him to distract him from the bags under your eyes.
Your pyjamas did nothing of the sort, and as soon as you walked into the control room, the Doctor who'd been reading 'The Ruby In The Smoke' took his glasses off, narrowed his eyes, took moments to stand up and place the book on the chair he'd been sitting on as he put his glasses in his jacket. He made his head slightly lower as he paced towards you with a concerned look.
"(Y/N), are you okay?" He asked with a mixture of softness and concern. You nodded.
"Yeah, fine." You tried to sound honest. You did give it your best shot.
"Don't lie to me. I know when your lying." He said, running his hands down your arms and taking your hands in his own, squeezing them slightly. "You're tired."
"No." You shook your head. "I'm not."
"Don't." He said in return almost instantly.
"Don't what?" You asked innocently. He almost sighed, patting your hands before walking towards the controls and beginning to set co-ordinates.
"If you're having trouble sleeping, you just have to say. There's a brilliant place for that. On the planet 'Felinis Torpor'." He glanced a wicked smile at you. You couldn't help but smile back before he turned away.
"I'm not tired." You insisted like a child.
"Few hours will regained years-...well, days of-...no, hours of missed sleep." He nodded to himself in approval. "We'll be back before you can say 'who turned out the lights?'" He smiled to himself as if remembering something you didn't. He tended to do that a lot.
"Look at you, you little spaceboy." You walked over to him and punched his arm playfully, and he grinned as he dodged away.
"Hey!" He caught your hand, giving you a look that told you that everything would be okay soon, the look he always gave you.
But everything wouldn't be okay.
He pulled you out of the TARDIS complete with red-velvet-bow-tie wearing brown stuffed bear you'd found in an old room of the TARDIS, a scruffy name written on the tag of the bear saying 'Eve S.' in childish letters. You thought nothing of it, choosing just to bring the bear as you'd grown quite attached to it. The way it stared at you was almost human, as if it was recording your every move. But you'd had the Doctor scan it with every tool in his possession to check that it wasn't.
Turns out it wasn't observing you...
Holding the bear under one arm, you linked arms with the Doctor with your free arm and walked onto Felinis Torpor, the planet of blissful sleep, as you'd been told, staying close to the Doctor as tall buildings rose around you, glass structures illuminated by a constant moon. You linked your fingers within his, finding his continued presence a form of comfort in the dangerous universe. Whilst you were like a delocalised electron, he was like the electron deficient atom that you were strongly attracted to.
