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 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.

OOC: Waaaaah Doctor... *clings*

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I almost forget my manners. My eyes are too wide with wonder at the special. I can feel my hands itching as I move to try it, glancing at the utensils. They look like mini shovels, not quite spoons, and there are four of them. Perhaps one for each hand of the natives?

"I hope it's not a faux pas to eat with only one hand," I say, ignoring the tingle from his touch. That's how I gain powers, that's how I pull them to me, and how -- if I'm to believe Doctor Suresh correctly -- my DNA changes to mimic and incorporate abilities.

The Doctor's special. Far more special than I am. But that little electric jolt I get against my tongue makes me wonder things I should not even have in my mind.

Therefore? It's on with breakfast!

The squishy cubes taste almost exactly like strawberry pancakes. In...squishy...cube...form. It's amazing!

Re: OOC: OMG I KNOW *cries and clings*

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I grin at him as he starts digging into the lovely meal before us both. It does look very delicious. It sort of makes one battle on which side of the plate they one to begin. Now that is a brilliant breakfast. I felt a sudden spark when our hands connected. Making my eyes stay along him for a moment.

Thankfully if something had happened they wouldn't last lost with Peter. I am a Time Lord after all. "I'm sure they wont mind" I chuckle as I begin to eat as well.

The meal is very wonderful. I bite into my own squishy cude, giving a huge grin as I do so for it taste like bananas.

"Mmmm now that is brilliant" I mutter.

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"Strawberries?" When he shakes his head and tells me he's bitten into something tasting sweetly of banana's, my eyes widen. I try another. "Blueberries!" And another. "I...don't know but it's delicious!"

With each pancake cube teasing of delicious secrets and mysteries all for me to find out, it takes the Doctor physically moving out of his chair for me to clue in on why he is.

"HELP ME!"

I run after the Doctor, the two of us heeding the call not only of adventure, but of heroism too. I've never actually had a partner when I do things like this. It's nice. Clumsily putting on my glasses, I skid to a halt on the sidewalk.

((feel free to do whatever. I have no "plan" in mind.))

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I was already on my feet before the cry for help had even begun. Being the person I am, I have a small talent of knowing what someone is in some sort of trouble. I am already rushing through the small town, jumping over a few boxes and brushing past a few people. I can hear the beat of Peter's feet not too far behind me.

I turn a corner with great speed, coming to a sudden hault. My wild hair slightly messed from the great run, my eyes large as I scan the area. My eyes falling along a woman who is kneeling down, pointing down the street.

She seems to be shouting about something grabbing her child.

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Technically, flying is so much easier and faster, but the way it draws attention tends to be unacceptable. "I wish I picked up super speed!" I call, actually finding it difficult to keep up with him. And that, I believe at least, is pretty remarkable right there. I was never into sports as a kid -- that was all Nathan -- but I know I'm a good runner!

The Doctor pauses just for a moment and I nearly catch up before he's running again. There's some giant, hulking mass of a guy, wrong somehow to be in a city like this and most assuredly some sort of criminal, just ahead of us and I hate to admit this...

But I'm excited. "Hey! Wait!" I call, and you know what? He seems to speed up. Why does telling someone to wait usually have the opposite effect?

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I knew I should have warned Peter that I usually run...alot. Ah the life of a Time Lord. I enjoy running, doesn't mean that every human that comes along with me seems to. Peter seems to be doing a good job though, keeping up with me, that huge grin staying along his young face. I can still hear him behind me as I pick up my pace.

I then come to a full stop at the end of the allyway. My eyes falling along the darkness. There are three choices of I can choose as to which way to go. Foward, left, or right. I simply already know which way to go because I can smell the stinch from the criminal just ahead. He certainly isn't from this planet and certainly isn't human. There is only one problem...

Peter.


I don't want him getting harmed in any form. I then feel him run into my back for he wasn't able to stop himself.

"You should stay here" I warn him lowly.