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 don't move my hand from him, not for a moment, though craning up my neck like this is not exactly comfortable. I arch both eyebrows upwards and laugh softly. "Doctor, I'm gonna find out. All I've got right now is eternity."

And this man said he was dying. Soon. I can at least give him all of my time until then. He's saving me. And he's got this light inside of him... I want to reach through to it and clasp it. He's got this weird charisma. I can almost taste it.

Not a normal thing to feel, maybe, but it might be worthwhile to let him know how I feel.

My free hand presses to his chest, fingers splayed before I look back up at him. "Doctor. It's going to sound weird, but I feel things about people. Like, the things that make them up. I'm not always a good judge of character--" Christ, I'm used more than any other man alive! "But I know it when someone's amazing. And you're amazing. I want to be near someone like that."

It's sounding like a bad romance novel now! Way to go Petrelli.

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I can't help but smile at him once again. He really isn't about to give up on wanting to travel with me forever. "You may not want to spend all of eternity with me" I laugh. "You may grow tired of me and my ways" I add with a soft smirk.

I glance down at him once again, his hand feeling warm against my chest. He really is speaking from the heart, I can see it within his large eyes. He needs me as much as I need him.

"So do I" I whisper back to him. "I hope you are very aware of the choice you're about to make?" I ask him lowly.

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I actually have to bite my bottom lip to keep from grinning maniacally. That would be a little too much, even for this weird, surreal play we're both participating in. "Yanno," I tell him, fingertips pressing into his chest a little more firmly, a near embrace, even if this weird way we're holding onto each other really is an embrace. Three inches closer and we'd be pressed together. "The moment you leaned out of the TARDIS and offered me your hand, I made the choice."

A strange thought crosses my mind and I dismiss it, stepping back, suddenly embarrassed. I make some lame small talk about breakfast and wanting to learn how the TARDIS works and what sort of place we can visit for lunch.

I bury the image of the Doctor's hands on either side of my neck as he leans in to--

I've always been just a little messed up, but that, my friends, takes the cake. I head to the door and shut it, leaning back against it in triumph. Why ruin the good time we're going to have?

I use to think that the world revolves around Nathan.

But now? I think it actually revolves around the Doctor.

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I personally don't mind that the two of us are practically in a one embrance in the middle of the TARDIS. I happen to adore physical contact. Humans are always so warm, so different. Rose's touch was always warm, so soft and was enough to make both my hearts beat at a speed that even I couldn't control. Peter's touch is warm and soft.

"I want to make sure that you are ready for this" I reply back to him. A little grin spreading along my lips.

We're so close to each other, inchs apart it seems. I watch as he pulls back rather embarrassed and I do the same. My hand going up to quickly run through my wild hair.

I watch as Peter makes his exit and I can't help but smile slightly. I hadn't expected a man to take my offer, I'm usually travling with beautiful, young women.

Now here I am with Peter and it's just as perfect, if not a little more. Leaning over I fidgit with the consols before we are hurling into time and space once again.

It's back to earth for now so Peter can get a few things and maybe say goodbye to those he loves.

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((I bumped this to here:

http://chimeramimic.livejournal.com/1097.html?thread=136521#t136521

Peter's going o.o EEK! ))