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11TH DOCTOR IMAGINE
NIGHTMARES
WARNING: Some mild smut

     You were in the room that you shared with the doctor. There were two beds in it, one for you and one for him. You woke up from a quiet sobbing and mumbling. "No, no, please, don't take her, take me instead!" the mumbling turned into shouting. "No! No, please! I love her!" you looked over to the doctor.

     He must be dreaming about Rose. You thought. You ran over to his bed and started shaking him. "Doctor! Doctor! Wake up!" You kept shaking him until he shot upright, screaming.

     "(Y/N)!" he screamed. You pulled him in for a hug, feeling his wet tears against your cheek.

     "It's okay," you said. You expected him to call you Rose like he did last time he had a nightmare, but instead he did something you definetely did not expect.

     "(Y/N), they.... they.... took you," he sobbed, crying and nuzzling into the crook of your neck. Him just saying your name even surprised you. Once you got over the initial shock, you started to comfort him.

     "It's okay, I'm okay, you're okay," you cooed, rubbing circles on his back. "Who took me?" you asked.

     "The weeping angels, except, these ones, they...." he trailed off. He seemed afraid to say it.

     "They... what?" you raised your eyebrows.

     "They kill *sob* instead of *sob* sending you back *sob* in time," sobs racked through his body and it broke your heart to see your doctor so broken.. "They *sob* killed you *sob*," you picked up his chin so he was looking you in the eye.

     "Oh, doctor, my doctor," you then realized that you yourself had tears in your eyes.

     "Why are you crying?" he asked.

     "Because, you, I never thought..." you trailed off.

     "You never thought... what?" the doctor asked.

     "That... that you.... cared," you sighed.

     "What are you talking about?" he tilted his head in confusion.

     "You know... about... me," you looked down, embarrassed.

     "Why would you even think that?!" the Doctor exclaimed. He pulled you into a kiss. It was long and passionate and the kind of kiss you never expected from the Doctor. You felt something else in the kiss, need? You gasped when he licked your bottom lip, asking for entrance, which, after you recovered from the shock, you gladly gave. Your tongues danced with each other and fought for dominance. Eventually you gave up and let the Doctor win. But then he stopped kissing your lips, and started kissing down your jawline and got to your neck. He smirked and looked thoughtfully at your shirt, which had Aslan on the front.

     "It's a nice shirt, but.... I want it off," he said, sliding it over your head. He stared at your body for a minute or so, causing you to bite your lip. "Stop that!" he whined, biting my lip and pulling it out from under my teeth. You can probably guess what you guys did for the rest of the night.