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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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!))

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My eyes burn along the creature between my male companion and myself. Keeping my arm pointed incase this thing decides to make any sudden move that could harm both Peter and the child. I notice Peter is trying his best to keep the small child calm as I step a little closer to the beast between us.

I then begin speaking in the language this beast before me happens to know. I try my best to calm him, to ask him why he had stolen such a child and to just leave this place alone but suddenly his own lips part and he is screaming. It doesn't effect me but I notice Peter fall quickly to the ground.

Everything seemed to happen so sudden then. Before I know it I am on my knees beside Peter, cradling his head gently.

"Peter, Peter?" I call softly.

(The storm has become pretty bad here. We already do not have water and there is about 6 inchs of snow already and we're suppose to get a foot or so. UGH I hate it. I'm sorry for the slow replies but I do my best with a slow computer and being on dial-up. I'm also getting over a nasty cold. I hope to be on more when I can. Take care.)

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I come to gasping and thrashing around and for a moment, I'm sure that the world has ended. It takes a few long gasps to actually get myself settled and remember who I am. My arms are around his neck in a moment and I press my face against his throat. There's a weight on my lap and against my chest but I don't remember why. Or what. Or if I should care.

Groaning, I grip the Doctor's shoulders and blink up at him before I realize what I had been doing.

And who I was trying to protect.

"NO!" He's not moving. Or breathing. His face is covered in thick blue-tinted blood. "No!!"


((Please, it's never a rush, honest. <3 <3 ))

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I feel his arms wrap around my neck, pulling me slightly closer. His body has become warm once again and life has been welcomed back inside. His chin pressed against my throat as I keep him close, allowing him to catch his breath.

"Shhh" I whisper to him gently. Trying to keep him calm because his body is still recovering. "It's alright" I add before glancing over at the small child.


I gently push Peter back down before moving to towards the child, gently rolling him over and checking over his small body. He isn't breathing, nor moving. Leaning down I try everything I can to bring life back into him.

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It's never all right to see someone hurt because of me, but this is beyond the shadow of a doubt the worst sort of feeling I've had in my life. I've never let a child die before. I've always been strong enough to protect those with the most to lose. He was in my arms. "I was holding him," I whisper, looking at my hands. They're laced with blood, not all of which is my own.

Not too far away, the Doctor is leaning over the child, trying to resuscitate him. Me? I can't wait to see what's going to happen.

Not when the creature that killed the boy is getting away. I don't care who sees me this time. Tears in my eyes, teeth gritted, I run after him. I don't usually kill people with my powers. I don't even know if I can kill this guy. But I'm going to take him down.

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It takes me a moment to get both sets of lungs the little boy has filled with air, all of his hearts beating suddenly. A cry leaves his lips as little arms wrap around me, burrowing himself again me. I cradle him for a moment, whispering that all would be fine. For a moment he goes silent before looking up at me with huge eyes, softly whispering Doctor.

I make sure that the little boy is alright before hiding him. I already know that Peter is gone, long out of sight and without my help that thing will indeed kill him. It doesn't take me long to reach both Peter and the beast. Peter looks like he is rather trapped.

"Get away from him!" I demand to the beast.

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"I got this!" Truth is, I'm outmatched. For everything I can do -- wield the elements, heal, lift objects with my mind, speak with machines, go invisible, walk through walls, even fly -- I can not stop this creature. I can not manage to do a damned thing that does not consist of making it laugh. Perhaps.

I can't really tell what it's doing at all. As the Doctor confronts the beast, and it turns towards him, I unleash electricity into it's back. Nothing happens at all and I'm at a loss for a solution.

And then the beast speaks in a bizarre sort of language, obviously ignoring me now, though it seems almost reverent to my traveling companion.

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I shake my head at him. This beast before us both is much more than it seems to be. I've heard about his type before and what they are very well capiable of. "You don't" I whisper back to Peter lowly before the beast hisses lowly, showing its nasty, yellow teeth once again.

I hold up my hand to the beast. Trying to show I mean no harm because I do not want this thing attacking Peter at all.

I keep my eyes on Peter for a moment, making sure he is safe before I start speaking back. This beast was very angry and getting very annoyed.

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I've never had an empathic thought about a non-human creature before, but there's something stirring in the anger and the fear the vibes I can almost taste as he growls and the Doctor speaks back. I have no idea what his motivations are, I don't know what's being said, but I do know that the beast was desperate...

For what? That I can not say. And the Doctor doesn't seem to be willing to share. In the end, the beast gets to leave and I simply stand there with wide eyes. I am not a judge. I am quick to forgive. But that thing just killed a little boy!

"Doctor," I say, whining like a dog. "We can't just let him go!"

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I watch as the beast's eyes widen and he quickly runs away in fear. Some creatures done when they hear my name, when they finally figure out who I happen to be. My eyes fall back along Peter, going gently soft.

"He's gone for now but when he comes back I'll be waiting " he reply lowly before I walk towards him.

"The child is fine."

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It's not that I don't believe him, but I have to see for myself. I rush back -- and he with me on my heels and beside me -- to where I left the boy and then to where the Doctor hid him. I'm moved to the point of tears, taking the four armed child against my chest as I grin almost childishly myself up at the strange man I was suppose visiting this planet with to have breakfast.

"You live up to your name," I tell him, meeting his eyes. He's got a funny sort of glow just past them, gold and brilliant and untouchable. And sad, too. as if he knows something so much deeper than anyone else will ever come close to.

I can feel his loneliness too, and I don't just mean that he's left out of the hug between the child and myself. He has his hands in his pockets, he's standing far back.

We deliver the child back to his mother together and as we walk back to the Tardis, I put my hand on his elbow. "Thank you." I'm not sure if people do that. The woman back there had been too overcome to speak.

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A feel a soft smile forming along my lips as Peter scoops up the child within his arms. Watching as the both of them cuddle against the other. It really is a beautiful sight, it always is. I however keep my distance. Its better that way for mostly I am the reason why everyone around me gets hurt in some sort of way.

I nod my head as a thank you to Peter's words. Giving him a sad sort of smile, my hands tucked within my pockets. I can see him trying to read me. Trying to full understand just who I really am. Why my life is like this. So brilliant and untouchable yet there is a sorrow, a deep loniess within me.

As we walk back to the TARDIS, I allow my eyes to fall along him once again. "You're welcome" I reply as I open the TARDIS doors. Wondering if he was ready to go back to Earth.

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We don't really speak much and I can feel that the air has changed drastically in here. The Doctor's usually got the brightest, most beautiful smile I've seen -- on a man or a woman -- but now it looks like he's dreading something. I can only just feel it, moving the top layer of dust from something that goes deeper than any one man can possess.

There's something about him, something real, that I will never fully understand. It's like...he's God.

Only more perfect in his imperfection.

I lean against one of the railings and tilt my head towards him. "So where now? Is there a random button on that console?"

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I'm dreading a few things, yes. Peter almost lost his life on one of the most gentle of planets. He almost lost his life because of me. This is why I have decided to travel alone. I don't lose anyone, no gets hurt. Nor do I. I hear him ask for our nest adventure and I can almost feel my body tensing.

I keep my back to him as I walk around the consol. Pulling along levers and pushing buttons once again. I dare not look at his charming face because I know what I am about to say is going to upset him.

"I'm taking you home" I mutter lowly. Not looking up.

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For a long, long time I don't say a word. He does his button pushing and lever pulling and the TARDIS shakes and I fall all over the place. The jolt is only momentary though. He walks passed me without looking and I grip the railing so hard I can feel it actually bending. Not the superstrength, I have to remind myself, sucking in a breath before I jog down the ramp to catch hold of the Doctor's shoulder.

"I know I messed up. I know I almost got that boy completely killed--" This feels like I'm with Nathan and my brother is telling me that I'm a dreamer, lying to my face. He thinks he wants to protect me, but in reality he only wants to protect himself.

I can't bring myself to say anything for several moments after he turns to look at me, but I do search his eyes. I've heard romantic movies and read books where a character's eyes are suppose to be endless, but the Doctor's eyes really are. He can see eternity.

"I'm sorry," I finally say, breaking down as I always do because living for myself means nothing if I can't live for someone, anyone, else. "I was only trying to help. Don't make me go back." It's not that I have a horrible life. It's just that I don't have a direction. "Everytime I try to save someone, I only hurt more people in the process. I can't do enough...and what's the point of living forever if I can't do something?"

I'm not crying. Not yet. But the frustration is already welling up in my eyes.

I grit my teeth and look away. I'm not ten years old anymore. I need to man up. "How do you manage it?" I finally ask, blinking a little more rapidly than normal. "I can only run so fast down there. And I never really get anywhere." How can he stand living forever?