Where Doesn't Matter (Doctor Who - Heroes Crossover)

[chimeramimicry]

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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Thank you LJ for being such a BITCH !!!

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"Of course" I grin at him. I am a man who believes in fate. After all I've travled the stars, different worlds, time, planets and so forth yet I always find myself back on the most normal planet of all, earth herself. There I had met the most wonderful people. The human race, I really do adore them, I love them. Most accept me. I would do anything to save such a race.

I must admit to myself I am a little surprised by the kiss. Those soft lips against my own. I had been expecting it yes but this was a sudden surprise. I was use to my fellow partners forming an attraction with me, snogging me and so forth. I can sense Peter's embarrassment as he pulls back, his cheeks flushed perfectly.

I didn't mind the kiss nor was I offended.

I only look down at him, raising an eyebrow slightly.

:( BOO LJ

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I think I'm about ready to take a swan dive off of this cliff. The Doctor's a great guy for not making fun of me. Or pulling back. Or looking ready to hang himself. I can feel my brows smooth out, my forehead's creases evening. He's not out to get me.

He's just...going to let it go. So I can let it go too. Even if it burned. There was something about the Doctor -- far beyond him being an alien and having two hearts evidently -- that made him irresistible.

"Just...a thank you. For this. And letting me stay. With you. Here." Ugh.

BOO COMPUTER AS WELL !!!

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I can see many different emotions sweeping over Peter's boyish, charming face. Embarrassment, hope, dread, heartache, ect. After a moment I reach out and gently cup his cheek, rubbing my thumb gently across his bottom lip before giving him a soft smile.

"That's quite alright" I smile at him.

I gently keep my hand along his cheek. I don't want to pull back anytime soon.

*cling* And at such a good part!

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I think my heart's going to explode. His hands are incredibly soft. The pad of his thumb makes me blush. Sure, he says it's all right now, but I can't be sure if it will be all right in a moment from now. Or two moments.

I place my hand over his hand and slip my fingertips between his fingers in the soften places between the joints. He feels like fire and he's making me feel like fire.

I turn my face up to look at him.

He's so strange. So charming. I want...

I want him. I hope to God he's not telepathic.

=)

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My hand gently rubs along his cheek. His skin is growing warm and is soft along him fingers. I smile at him once again, his eyes sparkling back at me with that look of need and want. Our hands seem to fit so perfectly together as he slips his fingertips within my own.

I can hear his heart pounding within my ears. His dark eyes looking up at him once again.

Leaning down I gently press my forehead against his own.

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I swallow thickly, standing on my toes. It's like those picture books of baby giraffes and their mothers, the curve between my brow and nose fitting neatly against his. Oh, the Doctor is wonder. He really is. Wonderful and confusing all at the same time.

I lean further into his touch and mirror it with my own. My eyes are closed as I tug at his wild, wonderful hair. This could not be a more perfect day.

Even if it ends with strange nuzzling and fully, happy bellies.

And now I have a nasty head cold that's been killing me all week =(.

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I keep my forehead pressed against his own, keeping his body close to mine. It feels good having him against him me this. I honestly don't want to let him go, I like us like this. Peter is soft and innocent in my eyes. I want him to be with me forever.

After a moment I slowly wrap my arms around him, keeping him even closer to me as I hold him.

These are the moments I enjoy most. The simple, gentle ones.