The Bedside We Seek in the Night [closed]

[fucking_ebay]

Since the last big mess of shared dreams, the memories dredged up and exposed for Gabriel to see have plagued Peter. It's not unusual for him to have nightmares or to dream of vampires, but it's been a while since he last had the kind of dreams he's had the last few nights.

He's hiding under his bed, cringing and crying as quietly as he can as shots ring out a few rooms away. His mother screams and he claps his hands over his ears, expecting the exact moment when she stops screaming because he's relived this memory too many times to count. The setting is achingly familiar yet completely out of his control, his sleeping mind unable to grasp just why he knows what's going to happen, why his gut is twisting itself in knots as the gun goes off again and it's his father's turn to scream.

Usually at this point the dream dissolves into some other terrible memory, or loops around and starts again with him sitting up watching telly with his parents before the monster comes. Tonight's a little different, though. In the way of dreams, time foreshortens itself. Peter trembles and stares at the pair of feet just in front of him, trying to breathe as quietly as he can. It knows he's here. The figure bends down, a smiling face dipping into view, eyes locked onto Peter. "Hey, guy," says Jerry.

Peter's heart seizes and he leaps. Then, suddenly, there's a burst of red light before he's falling into darkness. He hits something soft that seems to reach up and grab him to entangle him and panics, screaming and thrashing against it.

[Closed] Like a home you never really lived in

[fragmentation]

James is already in the park when he sends the TARDIS a text, so it doesn't take particularly long to walk up and locate the TARDIS. It's strange, seeing her. It's been a long while since last time, and she's both painfully familiar and strikingly foreign to him. He still remembers some of the Doctor's connection to her, even if he doesn't really connect with it. Or at least most of him doesn't.

Last time, or any time with this consciousness, he wasn't telepathic though, so he reaches out tentatively with his mind to greet her a while before reaching his physical form. As he reaches her, he knocks ever so gently on the door. Not to make his presence known, so much as a greeting.