Where Doesn't Matter (Doctor Who - Heroes Crossover)

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Waking up in a giant feather bed, I stretch my arms above my body and turn my head to look at the curving, studded walls around me. There's not a single window here, and while that might have bothered me just a few hours ago, I've come to completely accept where I am. Nathan would call me naive. He'd call me a puppy, blindly following any stranger that held his hand out to me.

Maybe that's true, but no one would believe me back home even if I told them where I was or what I was doing. Not even the people who know what I can do and what I'm capable of. I'm the dreamer, head in the clouds. Sometimes literally.

Things have not been so easy for me lately. I nearly blew up New York City. I lost my memory and my last girlfriend in a future that I subsequently erased from existence. I met my father, a man who I thought was dead for over a year, had him purge what made me special from my very soul, and watched him die. Luckily, the illicit serum he had been working on restored what I thought I'd lost, even if it did not save me from my current strained relationship with my family.

For the moment, though, that doesn't matter. I'm grinning as I climb out of bed, locate my shirt on the floor and head out into a circular promenade so large that I actually can't remember where the stairs are. This particular portion of my current homes makes the idea of a feather bed inside a little blue wooden box less strange.

But even that can't compare to the man I'm traveling with.

"Uh... Doctor!" Or that I can even be lost inside a six foot square shed.

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I'm not really use to travling with male companions. Sure there was Captain Jack Harkness but he didn't really last that long. Now he's currently settled back on Earth with his own team, Torchwood. The rest of my fellow compainions have all been female. This could take some getting use to but I adore some company.

Yet I know having Peter come along with me may have not been the best of choices. I have lost so many or they have chosen to leave me behind. Rose, Martha, Donna, the list could go on. As much as I wish not to show it and pretend that it doesn't my hearts break when it comes to my final goodbye. Time spent with me isn't safe, isn't always perfect but in the end it is worth it. So I like to think. I can do anything. Change anything. I'm the last of the Time Lords, I have that power.

Still I know my time is growing short. It wont be too much longer now. My song is ending and soon the darkness will come. I do not know when or how but I'm preparing myself. I'm avoiding everything I can at all cost. Until I am needed once again. My thoughts suddenly vanish as I hear that voice.

"Peter?"

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"Oh, good, I thought I was going to end up a mile away." I've followed his voice, jogging slightly as I find the stairs. He sort of just standing there at the bottom, hands in the pockets of his pinstripe suit, hair a twirled up mess and sneakers not quite laced properly. Hopping down to greet him, I grin and glance back over my shoulder. "Did you ever think of a few signs? Or something like a mall directory?"

You Are Here.

I need one of those with a bright yellow arrow. Or maybe a guide book would work, something with a map so that I can find the bathroom or the kitchen.

That makes me pause as I move past him, frowning just ever so lightly as I scratch my chest. "You don't sleep. But do you eat?" I could say something else, but my stomach's talking for me.

((Sorry about that! LJ's being a bastard. No notifications for the past few hours.))

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"I'm just here!" I call back to him softly. I guess I really do need to start explaining myself a little better or at least giving a better tour of the TARDIS. I just become so overwhelmed with excitment it tends to get the best of me at times. I'm so eager to show someone new places, new worlds, places they haven't even dreamed of. I'm sure I look a mess but yet still perfect. I am rather dashing.

I grin up at him. Yes the two of us are going to get along very nicely. I love a person who is up for any sort of an adventure. It keeps things interesting and me busy. I watch as him jumps down to greet me, I'm currently swaying side to side in place. "You'll find your way around, in time" I grin at him.

"I guess I had best feed you. What do you prefer?" I ask with a slight grin. I can take him anywhere, any time, any planet, any world.

(( LJ has been acting very odd today. Very annoying. It keeps trying to eat my post and such. Bloody thing))

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"Anything recognizable."

I'm really easy to please most of the time. Mom always said I was a good kid. I wasn't a picky eater, I wasn't a picky dresser, and I pretty much did what I was told. Funny, standing in the middle of the TARDIS, that I realize I am a little bit of a puppy. At least the Doctor asks what I want and doesn't feel the need to order me around for my own good! So that's a plus.

"Or as long as it isn't moving still. I saw a show once where this guy ate a tiny octopus and t was still wriggling around. I thought I was going to be sick for days!"

It's easy to talk to the Doctor. He seems to think that the things that come out of my mouth are actually worth listening to.

"But you pick. Something I haven't had before." I don't know how many planents there are, but I'm excited to find out.

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I can't help but chuckle slightly. Humans have always amazed me. Maybe because each one of them is so different? Not one is actually the same as the other. Some, like Peter here before me, are full of hope, love, kindness, others wish to destroy the planet in which they leave on, the darkness sucking them in slowly.

"I'm sure I can find you something worth eating" I beam.

Peter is very different than most humans I have met.I've never known a human to fly before. That intrigues me greatly. Also unlike some humans I have came across, Peter doesn't expect anything of me, at least not yet. He's very calm, simple and was more than eager to accept my invitation for an adventure.

"What do you usually enjoy for breakfast?" I ask him. Very interested of course.

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"What do I..." I trail off, talking to myself as we stand around. I lean against the railing. This feels normal, sort of like I've known this guy with a rapper name for a long time. Course, I haven't. I mean, I just met him yesterday, standing out on the street like he belonged there.

I guess he's the type of guy that looks like he belongs most places, even if he sticks out with his wide, toothy grin and more energy than a five year old.

Come to think of it, he's actually more hyper than my nephews are. He can't stand still for even a second.

"Let's see, usually I just have Captain Krunch. Without milk. I don't know why but I never remember to use it before it gets chunky. Now, when I was living with Mom and Dad, we use to have soft boiled eggs. In those antique egg stands. Yeah, seriously. Pretentious, huh?"

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I tilt my head at him slightly. Awaiting his answer. I seem to take most humans by surprise. It isn't every day you come across someone like me, asking if them if they would like to join me on some adventure. Then I really blow their minds when I show them different worlds. That's what is so speical about what I do. I give him a grin once again. Swaying from left to right.

I'm not one to stand still. I like to move. Moving keeps you well, moving. Gets you places. Why stand still when you can get so much more accomplished by moving? I find myself rocking along my heels now, my maroon trailers loose along my slender, long feet.

"Not at all" I chuckle. "How about a nice warm breakfast?

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I curiously await his answer. I try to keep telling myself that it is alright if he chooses that this shall be his last adventure with him. Honestly it's for his best. It seems like danger is becoming a close enemy of mine. I don't want anyone getting hurt but still my two hearts are beating madly. I want him to choose to stay with me for a little longer but I do know I can't force him to stay. I keep my hands within my pockets, I've stopped swaying now.

"No" I reply softly. A soft grin forming along my lips.

Still I know I will need an answer before long. I don't want to keep Peter away from those who may need him. Yet I don't want it to seem like I'm rushing him either. I can see he's getting a little nervous once again. I can't help but to join into his laughter at his next comment. Clever boy he is.

"Fair enough" I grin at him. My grin bright along my dashing features. "I just don't want to keep you away from those who may need you or those who may miss you greatly."

( UGH, I hate to leave but I must be getting to bed. I'll have you another reply ASAP <3. You get some sleep as well. Sleep tight <3. ))

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"How do you know that you're not going to ferry me to people that could need me more?" I quirk an eyebrow at him, bumping his arm with my elbow. It's brotherly. He might not be human, he's definitely not my brother, but he's a good guy. Anyone that smiles that much has a good heart.

An invisible man once told me that the reason I became a nurse, the reason I've striven my entire life for peace and justice and goodness, was because I was born an empath. Now, it's not a power that's let me see into the souls of men and know who they are, truly and completely, but I do think I'm an all right judge of character. Minus some hiccups with my family of course, but I have a theory on why that is...even if I'd rather not think about it right now.

The Doctor, just the same, is one of those good men.

"So where are we going then? I'd put a stipulation on places that I can pronounce but then we might miss out on a sky like-- Like that last place."


((OOC geek moment about Claude there. ^__^ Mister Number 9. I hope you're having fun! This is a blast!))

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I can't help but to grin softly. My eyes staying along the young man before me. Peter has an amazing heart. A heart that was full of adventure and beat with pure kindness. "Because people always need someone like you around, Peter" I smiles. "People like you are very hard to stumble upon. People enjoy your company and the comfort you give them."

It was true. I had seena glimps into Peter's future. Like I have most people if not all. I am a Time Lord. I can do anything I want.

Peter is a good man. A true hero.

I grin at him brightly once again. He must be getting a little annoyed with me. "You'll see."

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'You'll see' really should worry me, but in this case, it doesn't. I've know the Doctor for less than a day but I trust him more than my older brother. Of course, if you knew Nathan Petrelli, you wouldn't trust him much either. I find myself with a bounce in my step, almost walking the way that the Doctor walks as I follow him to the control console several rooms away.

I'd have never found this on my own!

I swing my arms from side to side after I realize that I'm mimicking him. Such a pain in the ass for empaths really! Well, for this one at least.

I snort under my breath and end up having to jog to catch up with him again. He's got annoying long legs. By the time we reach the controls, I find myself rather eagerly gazing around, trying my hardest to puzzle this machine together. It's impossible.

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The TARDIS is very simple to figure out. That is if she actually wants you too. The Doctor simply has no problem finding where he needs to be in the TARDIS, most of his travlers have found themselves lost or confused. Maybe it was suppose to be that way?

As I walk along the TARDIS I always seem to forget just how long my legs really are. Of course it could be the simple fact that most of my fellow friend's legs are just short. I can't hide a soft laughter as I notice how excited Peter is becoming. He also looks like me standing there. Unable to stand still.

"Might want to hold on again" I warn.

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Hold on? Hold onto what? I'm afraid to touch the console uncase I hit the emergency escape catch under our feet or make some random klaxon sound going off or worse! Blow us up! Buttons are dangerous objects. Cartoons taught me that at a very ripe young age of four years old.

I head towards the ramp leading to the door and wrap my arms around one of the support beams just before he whirls some wheels and slams his hand down on some knobs I hadn't even seen before. The whole TARDIS jerks and despite my ability to call up super strength, it's one power I always forget I have until I'm rolling on the floor.

I look up at the Doctor as he looks down at me and sigh.

"I gotta learn to listen better."

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If I was a puppy, I'd probably have a furiously wagging tail and two perked ears. I'd probably be so excited to see where we're headed that I'd wet myself. Lucky for us, I'm not and I do neither. That doesn't stop me from peeking out under his arm when he opens the door to the TARDIS and then steps into the sunlight. I blink a few times and then find myself frowning, my heart beating wildly.

He...took me home?

I grip onto the TARDIS door just a little too hard. "Is...this a joke?" I really will cling to the back of this box if I have to. I'll claw my way through it. My eyes track him as he turns back towards me, all smiles. Did he just dupe me? I can't believe that. "You're... I don't..."

There's a hint of desperation in my eyes to go with the fear that I'm about to be left.

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I glance over my shoulder, watching as the fear and desperation flood those large eyes. Reaching behind me, I gently grip Peter's wrist and pull him away from the TARDIS. His knuckles had turned white from gripping along my little blue box so hard.

"It isn't a joke" I reply to him simply as I tug him a little more, gently pushing him towards his home.

I nod towards his home slightly. "I think a proper goodbye would do all of you a little good, yeah?" I ask him. "Also I thought maybe you could use a few more things before hurling back into space once again" I grin at him.

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I think my sigh is audible over the rush of the cars and the people just outside of the alleyway he's dropped me off at. I should probably be skeptical of him. I've been duped so many times in the past that trusting people ought to be at the very bottom of my list. The simple truth of the matter is that I really do trust him. Every part of me believes in him. He'll be here when I get back.

That is, if i leave him here at all. Glancing at the way he's got my wrist, I blink up at him with our matching brown eyes and smile slightly. "Want to come with?"

I can just imagine what Mom and Nathan would say to that lovely little nugget. I never bring home a girl and suddenly I show up with a skinny, tall man with a definite British accent. That'd leave them talking.

"Ma doesn't bite." No, she just backstabs.

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I see those large eyes light back up when he catchs on that I am not about to leave him at all. Peter says he wants to travel with me forever, I don't know if he truly does mean such a thing but I am about to take him up on the offer. I've grown tired of being lonely.

I blink slightly when he asks if I would like to accompy him back to his home. I give a little sigh. I really shouldn't. I know this for people seem to talk.

I then return his soft smile.

"Sure" I reply back to him softly before following him back to the place he dreads more.

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Though I should go to my apartment and get my things together, the truth of the matter is that I have very few things indeed to pack. I might have been born with a silver spoon in my mouth, but I have tried to make my money on my own. I don't have a fancy place to live. I hardly have any furniture. It's not like I've been at home lately. Why do I need useless stuff?

Bypassing the subway, I hail a cab. My mother lives in the house my brother and I grew up in, a mansion in New York City is a truly beautiful -- if daunting -- sight to see. The Doctor and I seem all right to share some silence as we taxi over my see my mother and then as we move towards the front door.

I'm surprised when Nathan answers. "Shouldn't you be in Washtingon?" I breath, pushing him back a little.

"Mom called. She had a dream that you--" He catches sight of the Doctor and frowns. "Who's this?"

"The Doctor," I say too quickly, glancing past him, over his shoulder. "Mom home?"

"Yeah, in the study." Nathan's giving the Doctor his eye, frowning at him the whole time. I try to ignore it.

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I can feel the discomfort flowing off Peter's form as we ride in silence. I know he isn't thrilled at all by going back home but I know it's for the best. I know he would rather live his family behind and I most likely should have let him but I couldn't do such a thing. I don't have a family of my own and I know what it's like to just leave.

Once we approach the beautiful mansion, I can't help but grin up at it, feeling Peter tug me along by my hand. My eyes fall along the door as Nathan answers. I watch the akwardness form between the brothers before I'm introduced.

"All there" I grin as I offer Nathan my hand, smirking slightly at the look he is giving me.

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Fast at first, we speed across the sky like a pond, skipping like stones through the clouds. But you can't see might if you want the wind in your hair and I shift the Doctor against me to spiral into a slower skim across the river and through buildings literally floating in the sky.

I have so many questions, but I'm positive that if I ask, I might lose the magic. I'm living in a comic book right now, like all the ones I read as a kid, and I don't want to give that up.

I get to be a kid again here. With the Doctor. I get to be the happiest man I've ever been in my entire life!

Eventually, though, my arms give out. Super strength or not, I don't have super stamina. I set us down on a ledge of a cliff, the sea swirling beneath us. My hand, as always, finds his. "I've never...never...been happier than I am right now."

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I can feel Peter's arms growing tired and weak as fly across the sky. We sway a little over the river, some of the water spraying along us gently. I can't help but laugh gently as my feet find the legde of the cliff, I glance down at the beautiful water below before grinning back at Peter.

"I'm glad" I smile at him. His hand gently slipping within my own. I give another little smile as I keep my eyes along the water.

I couldn't be happier myself.

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I trust easy. I've got a pretty piss poor sense of reading people. I get used. I'm easy to persuade. I get all of that. I'm a child sometimes. I want childish things, like affection and a genuine sense of purpose. In the world I just left, those things are not usually something to strive for all the time.

I lean against the Doctor's arm, the wind playing in our hair as I grip his hand just a little tighter. It's not as if I'm afraid he'll leave me, it's more like a reminder that I'm already being inappropriate.

I tell myself, quite matter of factly, that I am not interested in or attracted to the Doctor in any way that doesn't have to do with adventure. Twelve years of Catholic school and my borther's heavy hand had taught me well. You don't want other men.

Even if the Doctor's not exactly human, he's still a man.

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I smile at him once again. Keeping my hand within his own perfectly. I'm not about to let go of him anytime soon, unless he asks me to do so. I often find comfort in the touch of a human. Rather it be male or female, just having someone who does't dare judge me is soothing.

"I knew you would adore it here " I grin at him, giving him a playful wink as I do so.

I then glance back down at the beautiful water below us.

"You are easy to please, Peter Petrelli" I grin at hime as I turn to face him once again.

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"Just never have been pleased before," I say quickly enough only to let the double entendre slip from my lips. It makes me laugh, really, and I give the Doctor such a crooked grin. "And...you're good at it. I mean, you make it easy to be pleased. No one's out here judging you, or telling you that you can't do something. You can go anywhere. Do anything."

I envy that. Where else has he gone and seen? Where else will he take me?

I pick at his sleeve with my other and and try to reign in the drooping lip I sport. "I think I was meant to meet you, Doctor. Fate, yanno?"

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"I am pretty amazing at it, yeah?" I ask him with my charming, boyish grin. It's very much true. I bring freedom, wonder and hope to those who really need it. Some have even said I changed them for the good but I believe no such thing. For honestly I think they are the ones who've changed me.

"Way of the Time Lord. Just going anywhere I please. Not a worry in the world."

I feel him picking at my sleeve and I turn to look at him. I then smile at him softly.

"Fate has the perfect way of bringing two people together" I tell him before glancing back at the sky. "I think are meeting was suppose to happen as well."