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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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?"

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"Yes my own planet" I reply back simply. I really hope that Peter chooses to keep the question about my own planet just at that. The tragic event that occured there is still too fresh in my mind. It's still too very painful for me to speak about. I like keeping that part of me a mystery. Even though I'm just a huge mystery myself.

I can't help but chuckle at Peter's little whisper, watching as he leans over and whispers to me like it's some sort of huge secret.

"Nope" I grin back at him, my teeth showing brightly.

I am by far from human.

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"But you look so human," I say, fingers creeping across the table to grasp at his arm. I pull back his sleeve -- as if I can determine his non-humanness from his arm hair -- and poke gently at the skin. That seems normal. I narrow my eyes as lean in a little too close to his nose, my breath bouncing off of his flesh to hit me in the cheek.

There's nothing, physically, that makes him any different from human.

I frown.

"Hey, do you mind if I try something?" As expected, his hair bounces all over the place and then returns back to it's proper form...and all without smelling like hairspray.

I breathe out slowly this time and focus on hearing his thoughts.

Nothing. Not even feedback.

"So...so what are you?"

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I can't help but laugh at him. My laughter just as bright and humble as I am personally. Many humans seem to think I am nothing more than just a real human myself but I'm not. I'm by far from being human at all. I blink slightly as his fingers poke gently at my skin. Causing the small hairs to slightly stand up along my arm as I chuckle a little more.

I then nod at his next request, the grin staying along my face as I lean a little closer to him. Awaiting to see just exactly what he wanted to try on me. I raise a curious eyebrow as he seems to focus all of his attention along me. As if he were reading not only me but my mind as well. I just grin at him brightly as he gets nothing.

"I told you, I'm a Time Lord" I wink.

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"But I thought that was just some fancy title to go with your fancy TARDIS!" I exclaim, almost knocking over the chips in my excitement. A real live Alien. As if I haven't met a few in the past few days! Still, I haven't been sharing a space with one. Holding hands with one. Clinging to one!

I flush a little, more at the clingyness than anything. I guess I feel a little awkward about that, though the Doctor doesn't mind.

And, ultimately, that means I don't mind. No, that's not true. I probably would have continued to be touchy even if he was uncomfortable with it. My brother always said I never let anyone have any personal space.

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I can't help but to blink my large brown eyes as Peter assumed that I was just putting on some fancy title for myself. I have came to learn that most all humans are very surprised and taken aback once they learn what I really am. I can't help but to burst into laughter once again. My head falling back as I do so.

"Of course not" I chuckle. My eyes growing bright from laughter. I flash Peter another large grin as I lean foward towards him. My elbows resting along the table.

"I am what I say I am. I'm the Doctor, Time Lord. The last of my kind."

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Last of his kind? My eyes widen a little more and I lean even closer, my fingers pressing against his palms. "I'm sorry." We understand each other because we are both alone. Sure, he knows all of these great places, but I can tell he's lonely. And there's no one else of my kind either. Sylar... Well. Sylar's a special case. He's a perverted version of what I am.

He's a killer. I guess, if circumstances were different, I could have been too. I've tasted that hunger...that hunger that loneliness drives.

I gaze into the Doctor's eyes. And my frown turns into a smile. "I understand you." And I do. My empathy lets me do that.