onepassingnight | ☆ she dreams of stars 001;

At a glance, this just seems to be a normal and peaceful dream. The sky is a bright blue color that seems to expand on forever. The green grass sways with a gently and comforting wind that passes through and the sound of water flowing through the creeks adds to the music that nature has created. There are trees off in the distance. The huge canopy of green is held up by the strong brown trunks and it casts a shadow to cool yourself from.

But something is amiss. ... There's something not right with this dream.

Upon further inspection, you notice that the grass is in fact not grass. It's long tubes of green pixie stix that you can pluck from the ground and devour. The water is actually blue kool-aid and the rocks around it are upside down cups you can scoop the liquid and drink. The tree trunks are actually made of chocolate that never melts holding up text book leaves that sway back and forth, flipping pages of college material that may or may not have to do with science and math.

...what the heck kind of dream is this? And where is the dreamer?

Where you appear in her dream doesn't seem to harbor any clues but if you search you'll sure find her. Perhaps she's laying in the field of wheat and mint staring at the sky or maybe she's under a tree munching on some chocolate and reading a book she may have plucked from a tree. But somewhere in this dream scape, she is alone. In this dream of childish whims and light, she keeps to herself. No one to talk to or to keep her company.

Will you be the one to relieve her loneliness?

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There's still a lot I really don't understand and I've been trying to study so I can pass.

[ She looks kind of upset. But, it's a little more than just 'OH I HAVE TO HAVE THE BEST GRADE EVAR' upset. ]

Do you want to talk about it, Usagi?

Eh? Talk about what? [ That wasn't shock on her face. That wasn't shock on her face. That wasn't shock. ] If it's about wanting to pass, it's normal I get stressed out about it! I've never been really good at studying..

Not that. The other look in your eyes. I'm old, but I'm not completely daft.

[ We interrupt this serious moment to bring you a special news flash. ]

... What's daft mean?

Daft! It means... daft. Daft-y things. Silly! Crazy! Eccentric, sometimes, but not always. I bet that explains why they are called "Daft Punk." Eccentric Silly Robots Playing Techno Music just doesn't have the same ring as "Daft Punk", does it? No. Of course it doesn't.

.....

[ ... Just... what. ]

I don't get it.

I'm more observant than I come off as, Usagi. [ He leans forward and lowers his voice. It is like the childishness melts away and all that is there is a very old man, despite his looks. ] I can see the pain and loneliness you don't talk about. You don't have to talk about it, if you don't want to. I understand.

I.. [ And that would be her breath catching in her throat at both the sudden closeness and the words that he says. But, she has to look away, unable to look him in the face. ] I'm ... working hard so that if my friends were still alive.. they'd be proud of me.

[ At that the Doctor glances to the side then back at her. Oh, Usagi. She was too young for that. ]

They're proud of you. Of course they're proud of you! They wouldn't be friends if they weren't.

... are they?

I mean, I know they are. They wouldn't have.. [ The words 'died to protect me' fall silent on her lips. ] .. but they always told me that I should study more. Take school more seriously and I never really did.

I never did. I turned alright in the end, I think.

[ 'Alright' meaning that he has no home; he is the last of his kind; he destroyed his entire race. Just him now, and his amazing, gorgeous, sexy old box. Traveling the stars. Never having somewhere to call 'home.' ]

They always put so much faith in me.

[ Usagi straightens herself up and tries to put on a smile. ] I just want to feel like I'm worthy of that faith.

You are. If they put the faith in you, then you're worthy of it.

[ Oh, look at him. Telling people things he doesn't believe about himself. ]

....

[ She can only smile another bittersweet smile at him. ] I don't feel like I am. So, I have to keep working hard.

[ It's an unattainable goal but she wants to try anyway. ]

I'm sure you will. One day.

[ He doesn't smile this time, simply looking at her out of sympathy. ]

I'm sure you have people who believe in you too, Doctor.

[ There's that understanding; the unspoken feeling that slowly being uncovered. ]

[ His shoulders slump and suddenly he looks even older, if at all possible. It is like all the years, nine hundred and more, weigh down on him in that very instance. Even if they are in a dream filled with bright colors. He looks darker. ]

Believing in and forgiving are different.

[ What's this...? Is that the feel of her hands reaching to hold one of his? Why yes it is. She understands that feeling. So much in fact that her own blue eyes are shining with unshed tears that refuse to fall. ]

I know.

[ He raises his gaze to hers and says nothing. Instead he squeezes her hand back. She doesn't know the details; she shouldn't know. She's still so young, even if her eyes have aged with her experiences. ]

[ She doesn't have to know the details. Just being able to try and support each other is enough for her because she's been without support for years. This is something she's needed. ]

[ Slowly, the Doctor smiles at her. He is used to only having the support of his amazing ship with him. True, when he wakes up Amy and Rory will be there. Except there is something wrong with Amy and he can't figure it out. Not yet. He is almost there though. Almost.

He recognizes the look of being alone. Even with his companions and his ship, he is alone sometimes. ]

Where did they all go? Your friends. [ He asks softly. ]

They were taken from me. They died. ... They all died because I exist.

[ Because Galaxia was power hungry. Because Chaos wanted to cultivate her power -- her light and then claim it for himself. ]