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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Mindreading is the worst curse imaginable. I do my best not to tap into the emotions that make me think of Parkman whenever possible. I don't want to know what Nathan is nothing right now, but he's so loud about it with his accusing eyes that I find myself at a loss to do anything but block it out.

If Ma told me to come here so Peter could tell us he's gay, I'm going to scream.

Did not need to hear that. I scowl, keeping my eyes lowered as I lead the way to the study. The Doctor is behind me, Nathan takes up the rear, his thoughts rising again and again to my mind. I find my mom sitting with tea and she smiles, rising in her expensive dress suit, to offer her hand to the Doctor.

"You've come to take Peter away," she says, perceptive as always.

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I notice the sudden tension from Nathan the moment I offer him my hand. He doesn't take it, instead he just gives me a little sneer before stepping back and following Peter and I towards the study. I stay by Peter side as we walk towards the other room.

I have noted the sudden flush of frutration that has taken over Peter's cheeks, I can't help but smile a little. Once inside the study my eyes fall along his mum. I flash her a charming grin as she greets me.

"Oh it's a pleasure to meet you" I beam at her, taking her hand gently with my own. I then raise an curious eyebrow as she notes that I am indeed taking her son away.

"For sometime" I reply back softly before glancing at Peter. "I promise to take very good care of him."

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"And what the hell does that mean?" I turn around to see Nathan tap the Doctor on the shoulder. He's not exactly what I'd call a protective man, so I don't really understand why he's so bothered by this. Nathan and I use to be close. But that's over with. He's got his life. I've got mine.

And while I always thought his life was so much more important than mine, I know that's not true now. My mother decides to speak up, pushing between the two taller men. "Enough, Nathan."

"Ma--"

"I said enough."

I've stepped back two paces by then, my hand inadvertently finding the Doctor's. It's for comfort. And it also makes my brother's eyes widen. "Peter!"

I can't take the fighting. It's no better than the cold war that goes on between us. I rock a bit, ready to run. "I just came by to say that it might be a long time before I see you guys again--"

Now that makes Nathan stop. "Why? Where are you going?"

I find myself smiling. The Doctor gives me strength and I squeeze his hand. "Places you can never imagine. It's time for me to do something for me, Nathan."

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(Sorry for such a late reply. LJ never sent me a message saying you got back to me and I'm slowly recovering from a really bad stomach virus. It's been horrible and I am still really weak from it.)

I feel the sudden tap along my shoulder and I casually turn around. My brown eyes falling along the other man before me. Nathan looked as if he were more concerned than angry. I personally didn't blame him. It wasn't every day someone just swept him and happened to confess that they were about to take one of your siblings away on a grand adventure. "Exactly what I just said" I replied back gently.

I watch as Peter's mother steps inbetween the two. I had pulled back slightly, I am not one who likes to cause such a fuss between siblings. I am very thankful that Mrs.Petrelli has stepped foward. I smile slightly.


I feel Peter's hand slip within my own and gently I give it a soft squeeze. Knowing it would help comfort and sooth him. I watch as Nathan's eyes change once Peter admits he shall be gone for sometime.

"I promise to bring him back anytime he wishes" I add.

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Nathan is speachless for once and I try to smile at him. I don't want to leave himon bad terms...even it seems inevitable. "I'll be back before you--"

"don't come back, Pete," my brother says, cutting me off. "You are going to cost me reelection at this point! My platform is and has always been family values! How could you possibly-- This is not how ma raised us!"

It takes me several long moments to figure out what he is saying, and why he is saying it. My face colors with shame and I squeeze the Doctor's hand a bit too tightly. Super strength does have it's drawbacks. Without another word, I pull the Doctor from the room, from the house, from a brother that simply can not understand. I'm not crying. Not yet. My frustration just makes me more determined to be everything I can be.

And that includes fullfilling my destiny. Even Nathan can not ruin that. "I'
sorry," I tell the Doctor.



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My dark eyes flood with emotion as Nathan cuts off Peter. Once again I do not like when siblings tend to turn on the other. It breaks me and this is one of the many reasons I do not like taking someone away from their family. Thankfully most of my travling partner's families have been some what understanding. I feel Peter suddenly squeeze my hand a little too tightly.

He's getting very upset and emotional himself. I open my mouth, ready to speak and give a speech on how I do tend to bring Peter back whenever he is ready and that I shall take good care of him but by this point I am being tugged firmly out of the grand masnion.

Now I am back in the streets, eyes along Peter.

"Don't be"I whisper. "I shouldn't take you with me..."

(Not really =()

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This has to be the tenth time he's told me that. I just blink at him for a few very long moments before I rip my eyes away from him. I love my brother. I love him more than I should considering what he's done to me in regular invervales across the span of my life. Nathan's looked out for me, sure. Of course, that only happens when it suits him. Still, I've tried to be the best brother I can be. I've tried to be a hero. And all that gets me is periodic moments of joy before my world shatters.

Nathan broke my heart moments ago. The Doctor is breaking it right now.

"There has got to be more for me then this," I tell him. I've already done my best to get him to see my point of view, and he still wants to leave me at the first sence of trouble. "Don't leave me here."

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I sigh after a moment, my hand running through my perfect yet messy hair. Causing it to stand on all ends as I glance away from him. I know that there is so much more too Peter, I can see it burning within those large, brown eyes. He is very much like my other partners. Misunderstood, alone in this world, taking for granted and in need of an adventure. Peter is very speical, I know this. That is what had led me to him.

I can't just leave him here. My hearts can't be so cruel.

I then reach my hand out towards him.

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We're back at the TARDIS half an hour later. I have my bag with me, my goodbyes have been said, and just like the last time he held his hand out to me, I can not manage to stop myself from grinning like an idiot! I'm in a good place now. I know it by the simple smell of it. The Doctor seems to want to take things slow. I guess he's still a litlle jumpy with me. Guess I can't blame him. Flying through space or time or maybe both gives me some time for myself to rest and explore his ship.

I'm overwhelmed by the sheer size of this place and while we spend the entire next day traveling, I've gotten lost three times. On the fourth, the Doctor has to come and find me and we both have the kind of laugh that we really have needed. I look up to him. And not just becaus he's tall.

"so where are we going? Are there any planets out there where it's normal to fly around?"

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The past few days seem to go by in silance. I suppose they are that way because I wish to take things slowly. I know Peter is still upset about how his older brother had acted towards him and I am still concerned about my own song coming to an end. I don't want Peter being the one to experience my death. I know he wouldn't be able to handle such a tragic event.

As the days pass I try my hardest to push the fact that I am about to die deep from my thoughts, still the nightmare seem to follow me. Finally on day four of our second journey Peter comes to me, curious once again as to where we maybe going.

"Oh I'm sure we can find a nice little place, yeah?" I grin at him softly. Rocking back and forth along my trainers.


"Actually I know the perfect place" I grin.

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"Oh yeah?" I lean forward, against the gaurd rail on the other side of the main console and beam at him. The TARDIS is amazing to be inside of, but I'll admit that I'd much rather travel than be left to get lost inside of this box-turned-space ship.

As the Doctor goes to push some buttons and pull some levers, I round the railing and stand beside him, itching to do something. I guess I'm touchier than most, considering that I'm still leaning up against him, and though Nathan would not approve, I frankly don't care. The Doctor doesn't seem to mind that. In fact, I get the distinct impression that should I want to, he wouldn't mind if I took his hand.

So. I do. And why not? He won't judge me for still being stuck doing things five years olds do. I know that for a fact.

"The perfect place? Sold! Hey, can I push a button or something? Just tell me how."

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I can't help but flash Peter a bright grin as he joins my side once again. He really is a perfect parnter. I'm really not use to having a male about. Usually very beautiful woman such as Rose Tyler, Martha Jones and Donna Noble but Peter is just as speical and just as attractive for a man. I allow him to take my hand once again. I don't mind at all. I'm rather use to people doing that. It's comforting, soothing in a way. His hand is warm and I can feel the engery flowing from him.

I can see in his eyes that he's itching to touch something, pull something. I allow him too. Why not? The TARDIS is an amazing machine.

"Of course!" I beam. "See that lever and button there?" I ask with a nod towards them both. "Just give it a good tug and push, at the same time of course."

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"Together?" I repeat and the Doctor nods, sending his hair in a rolling wave. I resist the urge to touch it and instead set my hand on the lever he motioned towards and the button he had indicated. My lips curl up in a smile to match his behind me and at the silent count of three, I send the TARDIS hurdling through time and space.

Of course, it sends us flying, but there's a lot to hold onto in the shaking room. By the time we come to a stop, I have to push myself up off of the floor at the Doctor's feet. Evidently, super strength does not guarantee that I'll keep my grip.

I can't help but laugh, I really can't.

"We're here!" I pause, hand running through my hair. "Where's here?"

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I nod to him with a huge grin. "Three" softly leaves my lips and the two of us are hurling into time and space once again. I can't help but fill the room with laughter, it is such a rush taking off like that. Before I know it I'm laying smack on my back. Chuckling as Peter and I push ourselves up.

I run a hand through my hair as well. My eyes falling along the TARDIS doors as I grin brightly.

"Have a looksie" I tease him with a nod. "Well go on don't just stand there grinning at me" I smirk before grabbing his hand and leading him over.

"Come on, come on" I reply full of excitment.

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Come on indeed! We race each other to the door, out of breath from excitement alone and not only push out through the opening together -- how we manage that must be a trick of the TARDIS -- but tumble onto the street.

I'm looking everywhere at once, gazing up towards the sky and around at the buildings. Where are we? Can people really fly here? I hope that they serve lunch, I'm starving! Do we need money? Will the TARDIS translate for us here too?

There's so many questions.

And the Doctor? He has all the answers.

I take a deep breath. "Where are we?"

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I keep my hand within Peter's own as I yank him out into the streets. I can't help but to flash Peter another bright grin. The gentle breeze feels perfect against my skin as my ears ring with the sound of SWEESH AND SWOOSH. I nod for Peter to glance up, my eyes falling along different people flying about.

"We are right where you want to be " I grin back at him.

Tugging him towards a nice little cafe that is sitting beside what looks like a beautiful ocean that is painted dark purple and dark blue.

"Weather is perfect this time of year" I call back towards him before twirling him around to look at me.

"I'm glad you're with me, Peter Petrelli" I whisper softly to him.

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My heart is beating faster than it ever has before. I don't think my eyes can stay in my skull with how wide the lids are at the moment. As we stand on the pavement, men and woman and even children begin to take off or skid to a stop and then enter shops. There are massive towers around us, buildings as tall as sky scrapers everywhere. This is truly a three dimensional city.

I'm about ready to cry. I'm sure of it. The wonders that the Doctor has shown me...and can continue to show me...cause my arms to fling around him. There's moisture on my eyelashes as I touch my forehead to his shoulder.

"I'm glad I'm with you too," I return, overcome.

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I smile brightly as his arms wrap around my neck, his forehead against my shoulder. All I do is hold him close, feeling the warmth of his body against my own. I really am thankful that he is here with me. I've been travling alone a little too long for my liking.

I nuzzle him slightly.

"Come along now" I whisper. Tugging his hand towards the cafe'. I know he has to be just as hungry as I am.

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Before I can open my mouth to say anything else, my stomach erupts in a protest. I blink and burst out laughing as he head into the cafe. There's crazy decor inside, tables perched on little alcoves all up and down the walls, almost like a beehive. Waiters and waitresses serve patrons by flying up towards them. I've never even imagined a place like this. I never thought one could exist.

The Doctor holds onto me as I follow our hostess up at least three stories to an empty table and take the menu she offers after we're seated. I keep looking over the paper at him, eyes narrowed from too much laughter. I'm never going to get over this.

Nathan would never believe this!

"What can I get you to start?"

A pinch! I think to myself, and then order water. That should be pretty standard.

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The particular cafe I have yanked Peter inside too happens to be one of my top favorites. All of their meals has this wonderful taste to it. Enough to make every single taste bud along your tongue dance and taste everything your meal happens to offer. I grin over at Peter who seems to be shaking in excitment.

"I'll have the speical of course" I grin at our hostess. "And can we please have a few of those delicious biscuits to start. The ones filled with banana, coconut, and strawberry filling" I ask with a grin. "I really would love for my great friend here to experience such a taste "I chuckle.

"And too drink I'll have the banana bliss please to start" I add with another little grin.

The waitress gives a little giggle before turning to look at Peter. Her huge sparkling, purple eyes seem to flicker in the light as she gently flutters her butter fly like wings.

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"Banana bliss," I say, the words slipping off of my tongue like a prayer. "Could I... One of those...?" The waitress smiles, pretty and light, and her wings distract me. I find myself reaching out to touch them, but the Doctor gives me a much needed look to make sure I don't commit what would probably be a faux pas.

"Of course!" the waitress says with a bell like giggle and flutters off to get what my tongue is already telling me is going to be remarkable.

I lean back in my seat to wait, eyes slowly lifting towards the Doctor in a way even I would consider to be in admiration.

There's nothing about him that I don't like.

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My large, brown eyes watch as the waitress flutters off in soft giggles. The cafe' is full of different people and creatures. Some very much like our waitress. With dark purple skin, or blue, or dark green, or pink. With fairy wings to butterfly wings. Others are human like and can fly perfectly without any need of wings. Very much like Peter.

"The banana bliss is amazing" I grin at him. My eyes showing my own excitment. I then glance down as our table does a little spin and a bowl full of blue chips and dark orange dip appear before us.

"Ohh I love these" I beam. Giving Peter another little grin.

The man before me really is remarkable. I'm glad he's with me.

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I am more grateful to him than the Doctor will ever realize. It's not the chips or the fairy wings or the pretty girls or the cafe built like cliff bird nests up the side of the wall. It's not hte massive feather bed in the TARDIS or the hundreds of clothes and costumes. It's not the places we go, the sights we see, or the cube like pancakes we eat.

It's the company. The bright smiles. The eager laughter. The love of running...

If I believed in having a soul mate, the Doctor would be him. I even mention that as I scoot to the edge of my seat so that I can snag a chip and try the dip.

And then the conversation turns to something that is perhaps a little too date-like for my usual preference. "So where did you get the TARDIS?"

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I am just as grateful for Peter as he is for me. He's full of so much engery and his laughter sooths me. It has been awhile since I have heard such a beautiful, free laugh. He doesn't ask annoying questions. He just takes my hand and runs away with me. Just as eager and excited for the ride as I am. Some often think that I could never love, that I would never love. That isn't true.

I to believe in soulmates. My hearts shattered when I lost my precious Rose. They still do till this day. For once in a very long time I cried when I lost her. I shattered when I lost Martha Jones and I fell apart all over again when I lost Donna. I would truly lose myself if I lost Peter for any reason.

I grin brighty as he scoots a little closer to me. My eyes sparkling as we ate the chips and dip.

"I stole her" I reply casually with a small shrug. "Took her from my own planet."

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"Your own planet?!" For someone who has been called a "boyscout" on more than one ocassion, I should be more concerned with 'stole' and not so much the fact that the Doctor is an alien. Well, that makes sense, given that he has a ship as large as the TARDIS that looks like a phone booth.

I scratch at my neat hair -- which is glossy enough to fall right back into place -- and lean forward on my elbows to glance up at him through dark lashes.

"Are you..." I'm surrounded by aliens, so I don't know why I'm whispering. "Aren't you human?"