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You wake up abruptly, tearing off your sheets. Your heart is beating out of control and you have this strange urge to cry. You can't remember what your nightmare was now, but you know it was terrible. You get out of bed, trembling. The lights from the Tardis comfort you a little as you make your way to the control room. Whenever you felt really awful or scared, you went to the doors of the Tardis and sat on the edge. Something about being in the wide open space made your problems seem much smaller. You speed your steps up to make your way there faster. That dream really got to you. You're starting to remember small flashes of it, the doctor chasing you. No....you were running with the doctor behind you. Something happened. He didn't....you squeeze your eyes shut, trying to block out the images, but it just makes them more vivid. You rub your eyes and when you move your hands you're finally in the control room. Now that you're out of your hot sheets, the sweat on your exposed skin is making you shiver. You run to the doors and thrust them open, immediately relaxing as soon as you see the vast, empty space, with only the stars twinkling. You plop down on the ground, hugging your knees to your chest. You stare out until your eyes water and your mind goes mercifully blank.
"(y/n)?" a soft voice calls from behind you.
You blink, breaking out of your trance. "Yeah?" you mumble.
The Doctor comes up and sits down next to you, looking at you carefully. "Are you alright?"
"Why wouldn't I be?" you ask, trying to shrug it off.
The Doctor reaches his hand out, brushing something off your cheek. "Because you're crying...."
Surprised, you pull back, wiping your face with your shirt sleeves. "Oh...I just had a nightmare," you admit. When you look back at the Doctor his beautiful eyes are filled with concern. He dangles his feet out over the side of the Tardis and looks out at the stars, not speaking for a moment.
"I used to have those," he finally says.
"You did?"
He nods slowly. "During the time war."
"How do you....deal with them?" you ask hesitantly.
The Doctor glances at you, smirking wistfully. "I stopped sleeping."
"Oh," you sigh.
You both continue to look out, each lost in your own thoughts. Then, the Doctor reaches out, wrapping an arm around you. You scooch closer and lean into the Doctor's side, resting your head against his tweed covered shoulder.
"Sometimes," the Doctor starts quietly, "I look at space and feel like it's silly to be worried or scared. Everything happens as it should, on its own course, working beautifully."
You nod against his shoulder, smiling. "Thank you, Doctor." Then you close your eyes, feeling protected in the arms of the Time Lord.