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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[perfect-ten10.livejournal.com]

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.

[chimeramimic.livejournal.com]

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.

[perfect-ten10.livejournal.com]

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.

[chimeramimic.livejournal.com]

"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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