You loved the Doctor; of course you did. In all of his pinstriped clothings' glory: but there was no way you were cuddling to sleep in the same bed.

Not because you weren't comfortable. No - sometimes you yearned for a warm cuddle - but because of your night terrors. Night terrors that felt, looked and you could have sworn were real.

They never went away, and unfortunately, it would send you into a loud shriek of horror as you would wake.

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On one cold and bitter night in the TARDIS, the Doctor couldn't sleep. He wasn't sure why, but he wasn't just going to keep tossing and turning uselessly. He'll just slip into yours. You wouldn't mind...

And so he did, walking through the TARDIS' hallways wearing his pinstriped pyjamas - which were a gentle blue and white - as he made his way to your room.

And once he found it, he slipped inside and quietly slipped himself under the covers and cuddled up to you. Oh yes, this was going to get him to sleep. You were warm, and as soft as a teddy bear.

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As the Doctor was just drifting off, he heard a shriek of horror from you as you jolted upright, and he gave a frightened squeak in return and almost fell off the bed.

As you took deep breaths to calm yourself, he gave a frightened murmur;

"What on Rassilons' name was that??"