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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Being with the Doctor is like one big game. Everything is perfect in his world, or so I've seen thus far. There's an endless wardrobe of clothes, a giant bed just for me, and entirely blue planets ready to serve travelers their breakfast. I give the Doctor just a little bow and slip in through the door.

Inside, the walls are darker than outside. The people have lavender skin and are wearing their glasses in their white hair or around their necks if they are are goggles. I find the decor beautiful as well with carved out scroll work in the wood that makes me want to stand and run my fingers in the spaces around the scroll work for hours.

Luckily, my stomach speaks up just a moment later. It's hungry and I arch my eyebrows at the Doctor as I remove my glasses.

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Being with me isn't always easy. I have my moments where things for me and my fellow companions get a sudden taste of danger. I know that a little too well. I have lost many and had decided to travel alone until I came to meet Peter. He didn't think that the other man would actually take his offer but he did. The Doctor was very thankful. He wanted to have his final adventure before his time was up.

I can't help but to grin once again as I walk inside. Just like outside it is very beautiful. Very old fashion and full of great detail. I adore places like this.


"Ah this place is beautiful, love it" I beam as I take my seat. Nodding for Peter to sit down as I slip off my own glasses. "Simply beautiful" I say again as I reach up to brush my fingers across the beautiful decor.

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I like that we are the same in some ways, that he finds beauty in the strangest places. He might like the wall painting better than the scroll work in the wood, but it's basically the same. As far as traveling companions go, he's ideal. I bet we'd like the same music too.

It's like we're taking this great intergalactic road trip, like we're fresh from college, wanting to backpack across Europe. Of course, he sort of sounds like he's British. With my mind wandering away again, we're interupted by a beautiful woman who just happens to have two sets of arms and a what probably are several breasts filling out her low cut shirt. I try not to stare, making sure to gaze at her eyes or her long white hair instead. "What'll it be gentlemen?"

My eyes are wide as I try to catch the Doctor's eye. All right, now I have a lot of questions. Do all aliens speak English?

Perfect English?!

I wet my lips and smile lightly. "Could...we have a few minutes?"

"Course, love," she says and I lean over the table at once, my grin huge and sincere.

"Oh my gosh, who was that and why can I understand her and what's with the glasses and most importantly, what's their coffee like?"

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Travling is my life. It is what we Time Lords do. I stole the TARDIS from my own planet and I just went. Last of the Time Lords, enjoying what I can with or without anyone. Personally I like someone by my side to share the grand adventure. Peter is a little like me in some ways. He's ready for an adventure, pretty much screams for it. He's ready for anything, doesn't care where we go and doesn't complain. He's ready to see different worlds and understand what they all mean. I like that in human.

I smile up at the lovely woman who comes to greet us. She is very beautiful, like most of this species. They are known for their beauty. I would explain that to Peter at some point. I can tell Peter is quickly attracted to her beauty. How can he not be? He hasn't actually met these kind of people before.

I then grin as Peter leans over the table. I knew he would have many questions and like always I would have the answer.

"She was our waitress of course" I grin at him before looking down at my menu. "The reason she can understand us and us her, is because she comes from a speicies that can pick up almost any language. Not all aliens have such a gift but these particular ones happen to. It's very interesting really. As for the glasses they are to protect our eyes. As you clearly saw out side this planet is very bright. Except when you come in doors of course. This planet stays bright all the time, never turns dark. Ever. If you don't keep your eyes protected or do not put your glasses on after a moment of time, your eyes simply melt from their sockets..simply as that" I reply. "And their coffee has to be some of the best in the universe" I beam.

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The Doctor's like my own personal tour guide. I'm having the time of my life and this is just breakfast. I almost can't imagine what a stroll through a park would be, or how the experience is going shopping. Around us are ordinary people living out their ordinary lives. And they don't even care that there are two humans sitting right here, discussing their sun and their coffee!

Then again, maybe the Doctor isn't human. I'll have to ask him some other time. The beautiful waitress is back a few minutes later and I order coffee for starts. "And then surprise me. Whatever the special is here, I'll try it." It would be a waste of a perfectly good experience to ask for cereal or pancakes when they probably have exotic meals here.

Exotic to me at least.

I'm almost jumping in my seat. I've flown and survived explosions and glass shoved into the back of my skull. I've watched two people I've loved die. I helped stop a virus that could kill the world, saved a cheerleader...hell! -- Saved New York!

And still, having breakfast. Here. With the Doctor. Is the most important moment in my life.

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I of course order the speical as well. It is honestly one of my personal favorites. Of course I am one that doesn't eat much, as you can quickly tell by my body type. I turn my head towards the carvings on the walls once again. It really is beautiful, the writing that is. I can make out every single word before me. It's very touching.

I then turn my gaze back to Peter. He still looks very excited and our journey hasn't even begun, this is just breakfast after all. I can't wait to take him on a tour of the planet. I know he is going to enjoy it to say the least.

"The food here is excellent" I beam at him as I give him a little smirk. I then tilt my head at him.

"So where would you like to go first?" I ask with an excited grin. "What would you like to do?"

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"Everywhere." I almost whisper it, shoulders hunched and head bowed. I probably look like I'm going to jump out of this chair at any moment and crawl across the table to land in his lap. I need to remind myself that I am a few years shy of thirty, that I am not a child anymore. And that sitting in the laps of random men is a bad idea.

Besides, I might crush the Doctor. I'm usually the smallest person -- barring teenage girls -- person in a group and while the Doctor his several inches taller than me, I've got what my brother use to call a swimmer's build. The Doctor's as skinny as a rail.

That suits him and his wild hair and big, wide eyes though.

"Can a person possibly do everything?" He's looking at me again with something I just can not place. He's got complicated emotions and while I am an empath, I have trouble reading him. "I'm probably going to live forever. Just like this. I bet that's time enough to see it all."

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I can't help but grin at him brightly. I like how he says everywhere. Now that is my sort of answer. I love hearing that come from him because I like to go anywhere and everywhere. That is my sort of adventure. It keeps things exciting. I adore it and I am very excited to see that someone else once again shares my passion.

I notice that he is about to jump out of his seat and I am very ready to catch him if need be. I am stronger that most give me credit for. I am a Time Lord after all. I lean over the table a bit. "And I can help you see anything you want..."

"I can" I smirk at him. I know that sounds rather cocky but it's true. I can do and see everything I want. I'm last of the Time Lords, I have that power. So I like to think.

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I believe him when he says that he can help me see whatever I want to. It's not just because I'm a dreamer, that I naively follow anyone that promises me candy, but because I know he is a good person.

I know it.

My grin inadvertantly matches his as I tap my fingers against the table. "All right then," I say, suddenly thrusting my hand out towards him. Shake on it? It's a typical custom. This might not be a contract, and he's got no reason to carry me around with him and could theoretically leave me anywhere he wants to, but little gestures mean something to me.

The waitress laughs as she returns, all of her hands filled with square orange plates. "Oh, business transaction, ey, loves? Eat up before it gets cold now."

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I really can show Peter anything his heart desires. I am after all that talented. Besides who is here to actually stop me? No one. At this point I can do whatever I want, even if I have crossed the line and my song is indeed ending. I had best make the best of it all.

I am not about to allow myself to die....

I give him a huge grin as I take his hand, shaking it firmly. Keeping that huge grin along my features. I glance up as our lovely waitress brings us our food, giving her a dashing smile and a soft thank you.

OOC: Waaaaah Doctor... *clings*

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I almost forget my manners. My eyes are too wide with wonder at the special. I can feel my hands itching as I move to try it, glancing at the utensils. They look like mini shovels, not quite spoons, and there are four of them. Perhaps one for each hand of the natives?

"I hope it's not a faux pas to eat with only one hand," I say, ignoring the tingle from his touch. That's how I gain powers, that's how I pull them to me, and how -- if I'm to believe Doctor Suresh correctly -- my DNA changes to mimic and incorporate abilities.

The Doctor's special. Far more special than I am. But that little electric jolt I get against my tongue makes me wonder things I should not even have in my mind.

Therefore? It's on with breakfast!

The squishy cubes taste almost exactly like strawberry pancakes. In...squishy...cube...form. It's amazing!

Re: OOC: OMG I KNOW *cries and clings*

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I grin at him as he starts digging into the lovely meal before us both. It does look very delicious. It sort of makes one battle on which side of the plate they one to begin. Now that is a brilliant breakfast. I felt a sudden spark when our hands connected. Making my eyes stay along him for a moment.

Thankfully if something had happened they wouldn't last lost with Peter. I am a Time Lord after all. "I'm sure they wont mind" I chuckle as I begin to eat as well.

The meal is very wonderful. I bite into my own squishy cude, giving a huge grin as I do so for it taste like bananas.

"Mmmm now that is brilliant" I mutter.

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"Strawberries?" When he shakes his head and tells me he's bitten into something tasting sweetly of banana's, my eyes widen. I try another. "Blueberries!" And another. "I...don't know but it's delicious!"

With each pancake cube teasing of delicious secrets and mysteries all for me to find out, it takes the Doctor physically moving out of his chair for me to clue in on why he is.

"HELP ME!"

I run after the Doctor, the two of us heeding the call not only of adventure, but of heroism too. I've never actually had a partner when I do things like this. It's nice. Clumsily putting on my glasses, I skid to a halt on the sidewalk.

((feel free to do whatever. I have no "plan" in mind.))

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I was already on my feet before the cry for help had even begun. Being the person I am, I have a small talent of knowing what someone is in some sort of trouble. I am already rushing through the small town, jumping over a few boxes and brushing past a few people. I can hear the beat of Peter's feet not too far behind me.

I turn a corner with great speed, coming to a sudden hault. My wild hair slightly messed from the great run, my eyes large as I scan the area. My eyes falling along a woman who is kneeling down, pointing down the street.

She seems to be shouting about something grabbing her child.

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Technically, flying is so much easier and faster, but the way it draws attention tends to be unacceptable. "I wish I picked up super speed!" I call, actually finding it difficult to keep up with him. And that, I believe at least, is pretty remarkable right there. I was never into sports as a kid -- that was all Nathan -- but I know I'm a good runner!

The Doctor pauses just for a moment and I nearly catch up before he's running again. There's some giant, hulking mass of a guy, wrong somehow to be in a city like this and most assuredly some sort of criminal, just ahead of us and I hate to admit this...

But I'm excited. "Hey! Wait!" I call, and you know what? He seems to speed up. Why does telling someone to wait usually have the opposite effect?

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I knew I should have warned Peter that I usually run...alot. Ah the life of a Time Lord. I enjoy running, doesn't mean that every human that comes along with me seems to. Peter seems to be doing a good job though, keeping up with me, that huge grin staying along his young face. I can still hear him behind me as I pick up my pace.

I then come to a full stop at the end of the allyway. My eyes falling along the darkness. There are three choices of I can choose as to which way to go. Foward, left, or right. I simply already know which way to go because I can smell the stinch from the criminal just ahead. He certainly isn't from this planet and certainly isn't human. There is only one problem...

Peter.


I don't want him getting harmed in any form. I then feel him run into my back for he wasn't able to stop himself.

"You should stay here" I warn him lowly.

((Still super busy? :( ))

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I have to put my arms around the Doctor or else I'll fall over. As I've run into him, he's gotta act as my counter balance before I face plant us both into the ground and that would not be good. Why'd he stop anyhow?

As he turns to look over his shoulder at me -- as I'm looking up at him in that strange sort of embrace I've initiated -- I arch both eyebrows upwards.

"If I can survive have glass in my brain and being blown up, I can survive this too. He's getting away!"

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My hands go out to grip along Peter's own as they wrap around me. My eyes stay focused along the streets. I know the creature hasn't gotten too far ahead of me. I can tell by the prints, he seems to be slowed by his weight and the limp he has with his left leg. Should be simple to catch.

I turn to look at him. My eyes falling along him gently.

"He can kill you. That's a chance I don't want to take"

(Sorry for the slow replies. I'm having comp problems of course my comp isn't the best. Stupid dial-up. LJ hasn't been loading well for me and when it does it's taking me forever to do so. Plus I have quite the few people begging me for verses and I am like AAAA. I hope to get back into the swing of things ASAP !!! *snuggles your Peter*)

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"I can't die," I murmur into his ear without meaning to, my arms still around him because he's taken my hands hostage for the moment. "That's what I've been trying to tell you. There's a few of us...people that can't..." Maybe that's not true. Adam did die, at my father's hands, but only because all of his power had been stolen. And his power alone was what was keeping him alive. "All I'm saying is that he can probably take off my head and I'll still live."

I've got a lot of other pretty damned cool tricks too. Maybe even more than I know about. Sometimes they just sneak up. Being an empath means that I have to feel in order to access most of them. And sometimes I just can't bring myself to feel much about certain people and their powers.

Like Sylar and his telekinesis. Even if that would come into handy.

Pulling my hands back, I dart around him. I might be shorter than he is, but if I concentrate, I can be faster.



((Of course people want to have verses with you!!! You're an awesome 10!!! I'm glad that you like Peter. It's no rush of course. I hope you get back to playing soon. You're by far my favorite!!))

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My body tenses slightly as he mutters such words against my ear. A man who could not die, very much like my close friend Captain Jack Harkness. Had such a thing happened to Peter as well? "It's a risk I don't want to take" he reply back to him. I've lost too many people in my time. I'm not about to add Peter to the list.

I knew Peter would quickly dart around me, that's just the kind of man he is. I didn't expect anything else and nor did I try to stop him. I just shook my head and hissed his name as he ran before me.

"Peter!?" I yell before taking off in a run after him.

(Awww thank you. I honestly think my Ten is pure rubbish. All the verses are very overwhemling and having a comp that is crap and being on dial-up makes it so hard to tag back to everyone. Thanks again. I adore your Peter. He's so much fun <3. )

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I hear him. Trust me, I hear him. It makes me grin that he's running after me now. I need this take down though. I need to prove to him -- as I proved to my family -- that I'm not weak because I'm short and small. Even the runt's got life in him.

I was a hero...more or less...back home. I want to help. Nevermind that I was used far more than I managed to make a difference... Well that's going to change right this second!

I can see the fleeing man ahead of me and I suck in a breath and just keep trucking. It takes only a moment in real time to leap from the ground, soar towards him, and tackle him. There's only one problem. He's not even swayed by me. I'm left dangling off of his back from my arms around his neck!

"Doctor!"

All right, might need some help!


((Your Ten is NOT pure rubbish! I can totally picture him when you write. ^__^ And Peter makes a good companion. He can be a puppy when he needs to, think for himself when he needs to and he and the doctor share the same ideals of helping people -- even if it sometimes makes it worse -- and being adventurous! That and they look so freaking cute together!!))

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Peter does not need to prove anything to me. Most humans don't need to prove anything at all to me expect their at most trust and loyality to me. I can see Peter ahead of me and thanks to my long legs along with my excellent running skills I am able to catch up to him very quickly. My eyes watch as Peter throws himself within the air to tackle the criminal.

I can feel myself wincing slightly as Peter hangs on. I hear him scream my name and I quickly pull out my sonic screwdriver, pointing it at the criminal's feet as he goes falling to the ground.

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Peter does not need to prove anything to me. Most humans don't need to prove anything at all to me expect their at most trust and loyality to me. I can see Peter ahead of me and thanks to my long legs along with my excellent running skills I am able to catch up to him very quickly. My eyes watch as Peter throws himself within the air to tackle the criminal.

I can feel myself wincing slightly as Peter hangs on. I hear him scream my name and I quickly pull out my sonic screwdriver, pointing it at the criminal's feet as he goes falling to the ground.

<Awww thank you. So many people are asking me for verses and I just don't have the time. My slow dial-up and crappy comp makes it so impossible and plus I play close to 7 more characters in different games. Peter makes a brilliant companion. He's so cute and adorable. I love it. He and the Doctor are so cute and work perfect together. The Doctor likes having someone like that>

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Landing on top of the massive, blue skinned man, I can't helo but groan. It's like getting an elbow in my chest and I feel my breath suck right out of me as my head lays between his shoulderblades. My head is aching in the worst way, but it will past in a moment when the bruised tissue heals.

When my mind comes back to me, I realize that I shouldn't be putting extra weight on this man. He was holding a child after all! Luckily, the boy -- if that is a boy -- has landed in a pile of trash. Not the best landing spot, but considering his age, a mere three years old, it's better than the street.

I climb to my feet and frown as the Doctor stops beside me and head over to the boy to list him into my arms. "Hey, shh. It's all right there."

I'm still unnerved. I have super strength. How was it that I could not stop that brute?

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I watch as the enemy and Peter go tumbling to the ground, the small child flying through the air and thankfully landing along a pile of trash with a soft thumb. I keep my arm pointed foward, gripping my sonic screw driver tightly within my hand. I watch as both the criminal and Peter struggle to get to their feet after the fall they had taken.

"Peter becareful" I warn lowly, keeping my arm pointed before me.

My eyes watching as the enemy grunnted lowly and wobbled to get back onto his feet, teeth baring angrily at us both.

(I just wanted to let you know that the news has reported a really nasty snow/ice storm headed towards my hometown at any given hour now. It's been reported the storm shall last all weekend and is due to get pretty bad. The news reported that some towns may lose electricity and I just wanted to give you a warning if suddenly I just dissapear and you don't get a reply sometime soon. Sorry...stupid weather)

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The creature...man...thing...is between the Doctor and I now, the boy with the blue skin and four arms cradled against my chest with his head tucked under mine. I guess I'm more maternal than I thought, rocking him gently, kissing his hair lightly, all the things you do to a crying infant to get them to be quiet.

No, wait. I was quite a good babysitter for my brother's kids too when they were little. I don't think I'd make a good father -- I don't want to be tied down to any one place ever again -- but for now, this is fine.

The man between us makes the strangest noise, like a growl, or a cry, and I don't even realize it before I collapse that my ears and eyes have ruptured. The boy in my arms isn't moving either...and I drift off into blackness as blood pours down my neck.

I know I'll be all right just the same. Death...means so little to be now.


((No problem, darlin. I usually expect only one post from you a week anyhow, sometimes two. I probably wouldn't even have noticed. :( I hope you get to be online a bit more soon!))