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'm not really use to travling with male companions. Sure there was Captain Jack Harkness but he didn't really last that long. Now he's currently settled back on Earth with his own team, Torchwood. The rest of my fellow compainions have all been female. This could take some getting use to but I adore some company.

Yet I know having Peter come along with me may have not been the best of choices. I have lost so many or they have chosen to leave me behind. Rose, Martha, Donna, the list could go on. As much as I wish not to show it and pretend that it doesn't my hearts break when it comes to my final goodbye. Time spent with me isn't safe, isn't always perfect but in the end it is worth it. So I like to think. I can do anything. Change anything. I'm the last of the Time Lords, I have that power.

Still I know my time is growing short. It wont be too much longer now. My song is ending and soon the darkness will come. I do not know when or how but I'm preparing myself. I'm avoiding everything I can at all cost. Until I am needed once again. My thoughts suddenly vanish as I hear that voice.

"Peter?"

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"Oh, good, I thought I was going to end up a mile away." I've followed his voice, jogging slightly as I find the stairs. He sort of just standing there at the bottom, hands in the pockets of his pinstripe suit, hair a twirled up mess and sneakers not quite laced properly. Hopping down to greet him, I grin and glance back over my shoulder. "Did you ever think of a few signs? Or something like a mall directory?"

You Are Here.

I need one of those with a bright yellow arrow. Or maybe a guide book would work, something with a map so that I can find the bathroom or the kitchen.

That makes me pause as I move past him, frowning just ever so lightly as I scratch my chest. "You don't sleep. But do you eat?" I could say something else, but my stomach's talking for me.

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"I'm just here!" I call back to him softly. I guess I really do need to start explaining myself a little better or at least giving a better tour of the TARDIS. I just become so overwhelmed with excitment it tends to get the best of me at times. I'm so eager to show someone new places, new worlds, places they haven't even dreamed of. I'm sure I look a mess but yet still perfect. I am rather dashing.

I grin up at him. Yes the two of us are going to get along very nicely. I love a person who is up for any sort of an adventure. It keeps things interesting and me busy. I watch as him jumps down to greet me, I'm currently swaying side to side in place. "You'll find your way around, in time" I grin at him.

"I guess I had best feed you. What do you prefer?" I ask with a slight grin. I can take him anywhere, any time, any planet, any world.

(( LJ has been acting very odd today. Very annoying. It keeps trying to eat my post and such. Bloody thing))

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"Anything recognizable."

I'm really easy to please most of the time. Mom always said I was a good kid. I wasn't a picky eater, I wasn't a picky dresser, and I pretty much did what I was told. Funny, standing in the middle of the TARDIS, that I realize I am a little bit of a puppy. At least the Doctor asks what I want and doesn't feel the need to order me around for my own good! So that's a plus.

"Or as long as it isn't moving still. I saw a show once where this guy ate a tiny octopus and t was still wriggling around. I thought I was going to be sick for days!"

It's easy to talk to the Doctor. He seems to think that the things that come out of my mouth are actually worth listening to.

"But you pick. Something I haven't had before." I don't know how many planents there are, but I'm excited to find out.

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I can't help but chuckle slightly. Humans have always amazed me. Maybe because each one of them is so different? Not one is actually the same as the other. Some, like Peter here before me, are full of hope, love, kindness, others wish to destroy the planet in which they leave on, the darkness sucking them in slowly.

"I'm sure I can find you something worth eating" I beam.

Peter is very different than most humans I have met.I've never known a human to fly before. That intrigues me greatly. Also unlike some humans I have came across, Peter doesn't expect anything of me, at least not yet. He's very calm, simple and was more than eager to accept my invitation for an adventure.

"What do you usually enjoy for breakfast?" I ask him. Very interested of course.

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"What do I..." I trail off, talking to myself as we stand around. I lean against the railing. This feels normal, sort of like I've known this guy with a rapper name for a long time. Course, I haven't. I mean, I just met him yesterday, standing out on the street like he belonged there.

I guess he's the type of guy that looks like he belongs most places, even if he sticks out with his wide, toothy grin and more energy than a five year old.

Come to think of it, he's actually more hyper than my nephews are. He can't stand still for even a second.

"Let's see, usually I just have Captain Krunch. Without milk. I don't know why but I never remember to use it before it gets chunky. Now, when I was living with Mom and Dad, we use to have soft boiled eggs. In those antique egg stands. Yeah, seriously. Pretentious, huh?"

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I tilt my head at him slightly. Awaiting his answer. I seem to take most humans by surprise. It isn't every day you come across someone like me, asking if them if they would like to join me on some adventure. Then I really blow their minds when I show them different worlds. That's what is so speical about what I do. I give him a grin once again. Swaying from left to right.

I'm not one to stand still. I like to move. Moving keeps you well, moving. Gets you places. Why stand still when you can get so much more accomplished by moving? I find myself rocking along my heels now, my maroon trailers loose along my slender, long feet.

"Not at all" I chuckle. "How about a nice warm breakfast?

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I suck in a breath, loudly, through my nose and cross my arms over my chest. There's a sigh and I can just barely make out the corners of his lips drooping just ever so slightly. It makes me laugh, the dramatics of it all, and I clap the Doctor on the back before I move in the direction I believe the control console is in.

It only takes me ten seconds to realize that I've wandered into an endless stretch of corridor.

"I think I should just follow you," I say, feeling just a little sheepish as my eyes rove over the walls. It's all so similiar, but I'm already trying to identify landmarks. Of course, I don't know how long he'll keep me. He did mention girls.

I don't want to cramp his style.

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I watch as he burst into laughter. I really can't make out what over? Did I do something, say something? Humans are interesting. I smile slightly as he claps me on the back. I glance over my shoulder to find him a little lost once again.

"Alright" I chuckle." Right this way" I begin as I stick my right foot out to go right but instead I quickly spin left, hands still tucked within my pockets as I make my way down the hall.

"Would you prefer eating breakfast inside or out?" I call to him.

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More choices? I could hug him 'round the neck, or perhaps a little more masculine, drag my knuckles across his scalp. It's not as if it would mess his hair up any further than he seems to like it. Instead, I simply tell him that eating outside would be awesome and follow him down the hallway.

He's taller than I am, by maybe four inches or so. My eyes hit him at the collar of his suit jacket. I shift them to gaze over his shoulder instead. I'm almost tempted to ask him if we can stop off at my apartment. I have a suit in my closet.

I think. Somewhere.

Walking around in jeans and a white t-shirt while he's more formal -- minus the sneakers -- could be awkward? Nathan's always telling me dress my best. I guess yesterday morning I should have listened.

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My maroon trainers make a soft tapping sound along the TARDIS as I walk. As does Peter's, I can hear him not too far behind him. I adore these trainers, marvelous they are. Been through everything I have. I also have a few more in differet colours. It's funny how I travel with hardly anything but those who travel with me basically pack up their home. I can't help but wonder if maybe Peter would like to get more clothing? Of course I really don't know how long he plans to stay with me. He could want to go home soon.

I beam as he tells me he would like to eat outside if we could. Brilliant! I then turn to face him. My hands still within my pockets. He's small than I am, only by a few inchs. His hair a bit neater than my own. Not that I mind. My hair has a mind of its own. I tilt my head at him once again, studying him.

I then tilt my chin up, my eyes staying along him. "How long are you planning to stay with me, Peter Petrelli?" I finally ask him.

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Again with choices, but this time I'm not sure what he's aiming for. I have many things I could say to him, but instead I just stammer a bit, pursing my lips and look upward at a weird do-hickey hanging from the ceiling. There's a lot of them to choose from, but this one is particularly odd and attention getting. It's a good way to distract myself.

Of course, when I glance back at the Doctor he's still just standing there, swaying, waiting for an answer.

"How long do you want me?"

It's a weird place to be. I just met this guy yesterday. I never knew his name before he offered me his hand and an adventure I could never conceive of. And trust me, I've had quite a few adventures in the past two years myself. On a whim, I just said yes to him. And then we flew around a planet with a name I could never pronounce -- that nearly made him dislocate his jaw trying! -- with violet skies...only to topple down into soft grass tipped in crimson.

Technically, any normal person would be screaming by now. Not me. I opted to sleep in his time ship and now we're going to some distant place for breakfast.

It's like all of my childhood fantasies are coming true.

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I keep my dark eyes along him. Still swaying back in forth in my maroon sneakers. I could tell clearly he was becoming a little overwhemled with the TARDIS and the questions I seemed to keep asking. It is things I have to know. I can't just keep him locked away in the TARDIS. Not that I would do such a thing. Peter is after all human. He has a family back on Earth. A family who may need him and who he may miss. I however do not have a family.

I smile at him softly as he asks how long to I want him. I want him to stay with me for as long as he can, as long as he like.

"The choice is indeed yours, Peter" I reply softly. Tilting my chin up once again with another soft smile. "I'll have you for however long you wish to be with me" I add.

I have been given many different answers when I ask how long one would choose to stay with me. Rose Tyler had said forever and I was a fool to believe such a thing. It wasn't her fault. It was mine. I lost her long ago but she still has apart of me. Her own Doctor, someone who can die with her. The lovely Martha Jones chose to leave me behind, she had to for her sake. The brilliant Donna Noble I had to leave behind. There have been others.

This life does have a price and I'm willing to tell Peter that if he happens to get into this far too deep. I don't want to lose anyone else.

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"Do I have to give you a time right now? Is it like booking a vacation?" It's not like I'm on speaking terms with my family. My mother tried to have me killed, my father came back from the dead and stole what felt like my very soul, my brother decided it would be a good idea to frolic about in dark deeds that could only lead in disaster...

Funny. Family is so important to me. I've gone back to Nathan over and over again when he's hurt me deeply every step of the way. I've forgiven mom countless times. I've overlooked my dad's schemes. If I don't get away from them, I could end up dead.

My reason for being me is too tied up with a road to disaster.

I smile lopsidedly, my lower lip -- particularly numb on the left side thanks to Nathan throwing a football at my face when I was five -- never has behaved when I want it too. "Because I think my answer might be a little forward. We just met." I laugh. I hope he does too and doesn't see how serious I actually mean to be about my innuendo of forever.

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