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 curiously await his answer. I try to keep telling myself that it is alright if he chooses that this shall be his last adventure with him. Honestly it's for his best. It seems like danger is becoming a close enemy of mine. I don't want anyone getting hurt but still my two hearts are beating madly. I want him to choose to stay with me for a little longer but I do know I can't force him to stay. I keep my hands within my pockets, I've stopped swaying now.

"No" I reply softly. A soft grin forming along my lips.

Still I know I will need an answer before long. I don't want to keep Peter away from those who may need him. Yet I don't want it to seem like I'm rushing him either. I can see he's getting a little nervous once again. I can't help but to join into his laughter at his next comment. Clever boy he is.

"Fair enough" I grin at him. My grin bright along my dashing features. "I just don't want to keep you away from those who may need you or those who may miss you greatly."

( UGH, I hate to leave but I must be getting to bed. I'll have you another reply ASAP <3. You get some sleep as well. Sleep tight <3. ))

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"How do you know that you're not going to ferry me to people that could need me more?" I quirk an eyebrow at him, bumping his arm with my elbow. It's brotherly. He might not be human, he's definitely not my brother, but he's a good guy. Anyone that smiles that much has a good heart.

An invisible man once told me that the reason I became a nurse, the reason I've striven my entire life for peace and justice and goodness, was because I was born an empath. Now, it's not a power that's let me see into the souls of men and know who they are, truly and completely, but I do think I'm an all right judge of character. Minus some hiccups with my family of course, but I have a theory on why that is...even if I'd rather not think about it right now.

The Doctor, just the same, is one of those good men.

"So where are we going then? I'd put a stipulation on places that I can pronounce but then we might miss out on a sky like-- Like that last place."


((OOC geek moment about Claude there. ^__^ Mister Number 9. I hope you're having fun! This is a blast!))

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I can't help but to grin softly. My eyes staying along the young man before me. Peter has an amazing heart. A heart that was full of adventure and beat with pure kindness. "Because people always need someone like you around, Peter" I smiles. "People like you are very hard to stumble upon. People enjoy your company and the comfort you give them."

It was true. I had seena glimps into Peter's future. Like I have most people if not all. I am a Time Lord. I can do anything I want.

Peter is a good man. A true hero.

I grin at him brightly once again. He must be getting a little annoyed with me. "You'll see."

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'You'll see' really should worry me, but in this case, it doesn't. I've know the Doctor for less than a day but I trust him more than my older brother. Of course, if you knew Nathan Petrelli, you wouldn't trust him much either. I find myself with a bounce in my step, almost walking the way that the Doctor walks as I follow him to the control console several rooms away.

I'd have never found this on my own!

I swing my arms from side to side after I realize that I'm mimicking him. Such a pain in the ass for empaths really! Well, for this one at least.

I snort under my breath and end up having to jog to catch up with him again. He's got annoying long legs. By the time we reach the controls, I find myself rather eagerly gazing around, trying my hardest to puzzle this machine together. It's impossible.

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The TARDIS is very simple to figure out. That is if she actually wants you too. The Doctor simply has no problem finding where he needs to be in the TARDIS, most of his travlers have found themselves lost or confused. Maybe it was suppose to be that way?

As I walk along the TARDIS I always seem to forget just how long my legs really are. Of course it could be the simple fact that most of my fellow friend's legs are just short. I can't hide a soft laughter as I notice how excited Peter is becoming. He also looks like me standing there. Unable to stand still.

"Might want to hold on again" I warn.

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Hold on? Hold onto what? I'm afraid to touch the console uncase I hit the emergency escape catch under our feet or make some random klaxon sound going off or worse! Blow us up! Buttons are dangerous objects. Cartoons taught me that at a very ripe young age of four years old.

I head towards the ramp leading to the door and wrap my arms around one of the support beams just before he whirls some wheels and slams his hand down on some knobs I hadn't even seen before. The whole TARDIS jerks and despite my ability to call up super strength, it's one power I always forget I have until I'm rolling on the floor.

I look up at the Doctor as he looks down at me and sigh.

"I gotta learn to listen better."

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I peep over the counsol once the TARDIS finally stops her swirling and spinning. I frown at him slightly before walking over to help Peter back on his feet. Not light on his feet this one. Of course maybe I'm rather use to all the tossing and turning about. I'm just plan use to the TARDIS. I reach my hand down to him, pulling him up.

"You alright?" I ask him softly.

I look him over slightly before my eyes fall along the TARDIS doors. I can't help but grin slightly. "Looks like we have reached are stop" I grin at him as I move to open the doors.

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I roll over onto my stomach and push myself up, groaning. It's not that I'm in pain or anything -- I do regenerate -- it's just that scuffing yourself up hurts. My shoulder's still stiff as I roll it around and brush off the non existent dust from my clothes. The TARDIS looks like it should be dirtier than it actually is. I don't know how he keeps it so clean.

"Gotta work on the dismount," I said, pausing behind him as he cracks open the door and try to to see over his shoulder. That's not going to work. So I duck to see under his arm...and again, it's almost nothing.

I suppose I'm a little touchier than most people. My mother's always been touchy. And Nathan and I have as well, perhaps even borderline inappropriately. That's Italian families for you. Lots of kissing and hugging. I find no reason why I shouldn't put my hand on the Doctor's back and try to squirm between him and the narrow TARDIS door.

I just want to see outside!

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I can't help but chuckle at him slightly. I guess I have grown rather use to how the TARDIS travels. It just depends on how the TARDIS wants to travel that day. I am just thankful that Peter isn't hurt or hasn't told me to take him home just yet because the TARDIS has given him a nice roll or too. I can feel him squirming behind me, wanting to peep outside. I can't help but smile brightly.

His excitment reminds me alot of Rose Tyler's. She was always ready for a nice adventure. All of my partners were but Peter's energy was amazing. Peaceful to be around.

I laugh softly as he squirms under my arm and moves to peep outside. He is going to be very surprised and happy with the very beautiful and perfect choice.

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My jaw just about hits the floor as I squirm out from behind the Doctor. I have to cover my face with my arm so that I'm not blinded. Brown eyes are more resistant to the sunlight, that is for certain, but the TARDIS is dark inside, a little bit too dark, and that makes stepping out into the sunlight from three suns a little much, even if they are all a much cooler blue.

It makes the ground blue, my skin blue, and the TARDIS... All right, that's always blue. The buildings are all a bright shade of green -- making me think that they are painted yellow perhaps -- and I realize that we've parked in an alley way that is very much reminiscent of how Earth looks.

Minus the shading of course.

"I wonder if the people here are always sad. On Earth, I read that blue walls can make you feel unhappy."

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The crooked grin stays along my face as I watch the excited man walk into this new world. I can hear his soft gasp of amazment the moment he steps out. I take a moment before I do the same, my hand going up to shield my eyes gently. Reaching into my pocket I pull out two pair of sunglasses, handing one to Peter.

"You're very clever" I beam at him, nodding towards the ally way as I begin to walk.

"I highly doubt that. Colours sometimes have differnet meanings on other planets. I am sure it will have a fun meaning here" I grin as I keep walking, almost skipping in excitment.

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The way he says that, 'clever,' makes me grin. There's something about the word that means a lot more to him than it would to anyone else. It's probably one of the highest compliments he can give to a person, and he just gave it to me!

I have to stop myself from beaming before I spend the next few days writing 'Peter Petrelli + Doctor = BFF' all over my notebooks. I'm not some high school cheerleader after all!

Glancing at the sunglasses, I slip my pair on before I close the door to the TARDIS and follow after the Doctor. "Is it gonna be all right, just sitting there like that?"

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I keep the bright grin along my face as I pretty much skip along this beautiful planet. I love the colour of it, it's simply breath taking. I adore new worlds and new people. It always excited me, I love travling, it is what I do and it is even more enjoyable when I have someone along with me who shares that deep passion.

Peter seems full of passion, excitment and very clever. I enjoy those emotions in a human, it's what makes them very interesting and enjoyable to be around. I can't help but grin brightly once again.

I glance over my shoulder as I hear Peter call to me. "Of course!" I grin. "She always is, no one really minds a little blue box."

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Doesn't matter who a man is. They all call the machines that they travel in 'she.' Seems to be a constant in the entire universe and I can't stop grinning as I run to catch up with him. He looks like he wants to run too, and if we hadn't been in a city, maybe we could have done it together. For now, though, walking seems to be all right.

Following the Doctor means that I have to be fast, but that doesn't stop me from gazing at the people we pass. They seem human enough, except for the purple shade of their skin and the ridges along their nose. Everyone's wearing the same glasses we are too, I'll need to ask about that.

Truth be told, this is the happiest I've been in a long time. Playing the hero was important. But now that I've been reduced to an EMT, hardly speaking to my mom or brother, having nothing to go on except the sound of a call coming in to rescue someone, simply being has lost it's charm.

Or, rather, it had before I met the Doctor. Now, I can't seem to keep the stars from my eyes.

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I keep my hands tucked perfectly within my pockets as I walk. I almost want to take off into a run but I know that would be very rude. I also don't want to lose poor Peter within the madness of the city. We seemed to have arrived at the perfect time. The planet's streets are moving with people, walking about what seems to be little markets and shops. I can't help the grin that spreads along my face. This place seems at ease and peaceful.

I take a moment to glance over my shoulder, making sure that my dear friend is still close behind me. I flash him a huge grin as I keep on walking, nodding kindly at a few passing life forms. Everyone was wearing their own type of glasses, I was so good at this wasn't I.

I then come to a stop at a nice little place off to the corner. I can't help but grin once again, my exictment almost causing me to lead out of my trainers.

"Here we are" I grin simply as I move to open the door. "After you good Sir."

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Being with the Doctor is like one big game. Everything is perfect in his world, or so I've seen thus far. There's an endless wardrobe of clothes, a giant bed just for me, and entirely blue planets ready to serve travelers their breakfast. I give the Doctor just a little bow and slip in through the door.

Inside, the walls are darker than outside. The people have lavender skin and are wearing their glasses in their white hair or around their necks if they are are goggles. I find the decor beautiful as well with carved out scroll work in the wood that makes me want to stand and run my fingers in the spaces around the scroll work for hours.

Luckily, my stomach speaks up just a moment later. It's hungry and I arch my eyebrows at the Doctor as I remove my glasses.

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Being with me isn't always easy. I have my moments where things for me and my fellow companions get a sudden taste of danger. I know that a little too well. I have lost many and had decided to travel alone until I came to meet Peter. He didn't think that the other man would actually take his offer but he did. The Doctor was very thankful. He wanted to have his final adventure before his time was up.

I can't help but to grin once again as I walk inside. Just like outside it is very beautiful. Very old fashion and full of great detail. I adore places like this.


"Ah this place is beautiful, love it" I beam as I take my seat. Nodding for Peter to sit down as I slip off my own glasses. "Simply beautiful" I say again as I reach up to brush my fingers across the beautiful decor.

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I like that we are the same in some ways, that he finds beauty in the strangest places. He might like the wall painting better than the scroll work in the wood, but it's basically the same. As far as traveling companions go, he's ideal. I bet we'd like the same music too.

It's like we're taking this great intergalactic road trip, like we're fresh from college, wanting to backpack across Europe. Of course, he sort of sounds like he's British. With my mind wandering away again, we're interupted by a beautiful woman who just happens to have two sets of arms and a what probably are several breasts filling out her low cut shirt. I try not to stare, making sure to gaze at her eyes or her long white hair instead. "What'll it be gentlemen?"

My eyes are wide as I try to catch the Doctor's eye. All right, now I have a lot of questions. Do all aliens speak English?

Perfect English?!

I wet my lips and smile lightly. "Could...we have a few minutes?"

"Course, love," she says and I lean over the table at once, my grin huge and sincere.

"Oh my gosh, who was that and why can I understand her and what's with the glasses and most importantly, what's their coffee like?"

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Travling is my life. It is what we Time Lords do. I stole the TARDIS from my own planet and I just went. Last of the Time Lords, enjoying what I can with or without anyone. Personally I like someone by my side to share the grand adventure. Peter is a little like me in some ways. He's ready for an adventure, pretty much screams for it. He's ready for anything, doesn't care where we go and doesn't complain. He's ready to see different worlds and understand what they all mean. I like that in human.

I smile up at the lovely woman who comes to greet us. She is very beautiful, like most of this species. They are known for their beauty. I would explain that to Peter at some point. I can tell Peter is quickly attracted to her beauty. How can he not be? He hasn't actually met these kind of people before.

I then grin as Peter leans over the table. I knew he would have many questions and like always I would have the answer.

"She was our waitress of course" I grin at him before looking down at my menu. "The reason she can understand us and us her, is because she comes from a speicies that can pick up almost any language. Not all aliens have such a gift but these particular ones happen to. It's very interesting really. As for the glasses they are to protect our eyes. As you clearly saw out side this planet is very bright. Except when you come in doors of course. This planet stays bright all the time, never turns dark. Ever. If you don't keep your eyes protected or do not put your glasses on after a moment of time, your eyes simply melt from their sockets..simply as that" I reply. "And their coffee has to be some of the best in the universe" I beam.

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The Doctor's like my own personal tour guide. I'm having the time of my life and this is just breakfast. I almost can't imagine what a stroll through a park would be, or how the experience is going shopping. Around us are ordinary people living out their ordinary lives. And they don't even care that there are two humans sitting right here, discussing their sun and their coffee!

Then again, maybe the Doctor isn't human. I'll have to ask him some other time. The beautiful waitress is back a few minutes later and I order coffee for starts. "And then surprise me. Whatever the special is here, I'll try it." It would be a waste of a perfectly good experience to ask for cereal or pancakes when they probably have exotic meals here.

Exotic to me at least.

I'm almost jumping in my seat. I've flown and survived explosions and glass shoved into the back of my skull. I've watched two people I've loved die. I helped stop a virus that could kill the world, saved a cheerleader...hell! -- Saved New York!

And still, having breakfast. Here. With the Doctor. Is the most important moment in my life.

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I of course order the speical as well. It is honestly one of my personal favorites. Of course I am one that doesn't eat much, as you can quickly tell by my body type. I turn my head towards the carvings on the walls once again. It really is beautiful, the writing that is. I can make out every single word before me. It's very touching.

I then turn my gaze back to Peter. He still looks very excited and our journey hasn't even begun, this is just breakfast after all. I can't wait to take him on a tour of the planet. I know he is going to enjoy it to say the least.

"The food here is excellent" I beam at him as I give him a little smirk. I then tilt my head at him.

"So where would you like to go first?" I ask with an excited grin. "What would you like to do?"

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"Everywhere." I almost whisper it, shoulders hunched and head bowed. I probably look like I'm going to jump out of this chair at any moment and crawl across the table to land in his lap. I need to remind myself that I am a few years shy of thirty, that I am not a child anymore. And that sitting in the laps of random men is a bad idea.

Besides, I might crush the Doctor. I'm usually the smallest person -- barring teenage girls -- person in a group and while the Doctor his several inches taller than me, I've got what my brother use to call a swimmer's build. The Doctor's as skinny as a rail.

That suits him and his wild hair and big, wide eyes though.

"Can a person possibly do everything?" He's looking at me again with something I just can not place. He's got complicated emotions and while I am an empath, I have trouble reading him. "I'm probably going to live forever. Just like this. I bet that's time enough to see it all."

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I can't help but grin at him brightly. I like how he says everywhere. Now that is my sort of answer. I love hearing that come from him because I like to go anywhere and everywhere. That is my sort of adventure. It keeps things exciting. I adore it and I am very excited to see that someone else once again shares my passion.

I notice that he is about to jump out of his seat and I am very ready to catch him if need be. I am stronger that most give me credit for. I am a Time Lord after all. I lean over the table a bit. "And I can help you see anything you want..."

"I can" I smirk at him. I know that sounds rather cocky but it's true. I can do and see everything I want. I'm last of the Time Lords, I have that power. So I like to think.

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I believe him when he says that he can help me see whatever I want to. It's not just because I'm a dreamer, that I naively follow anyone that promises me candy, but because I know he is a good person.

I know it.

My grin inadvertantly matches his as I tap my fingers against the table. "All right then," I say, suddenly thrusting my hand out towards him. Shake on it? It's a typical custom. This might not be a contract, and he's got no reason to carry me around with him and could theoretically leave me anywhere he wants to, but little gestures mean something to me.

The waitress laughs as she returns, all of her hands filled with square orange plates. "Oh, business transaction, ey, loves? Eat up before it gets cold now."

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I really can show Peter anything his heart desires. I am after all that talented. Besides who is here to actually stop me? No one. At this point I can do whatever I want, even if I have crossed the line and my song is indeed ending. I had best make the best of it all.

I am not about to allow myself to die....

I give him a huge grin as I take his hand, shaking it firmly. Keeping that huge grin along my features. I glance up as our lovely waitress brings us our food, giving her a dashing smile and a soft thank you.