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Hillary Dawn - 5. Ten to Eleven

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   I stepped outside. I smelled the sweet air. It smelled of greasy food, hot pavement, and sweat. But right then, there was nothing better I could have smelled. I was on Earth. Not that I didn’t want to stay with the Doctor, but after the culture shock of suddenly traveling through outer space, it felt good to visit home again.
   But it wasn’t really home, was it? It was, but it wasn’t. It was a different Earth. It wasn’t the Earth I was born on. This was a different universe.
   Was there another me?
   “Ah! Don’t even think about it, Hillary.” He gave me a look as if I was a small child that had just been walked into a candy store. “Finding people you know from your universe is strictly off limits.”
   “I know, I know.” I mumbled. “I was only wondering. I’ve seen ‘Rise of the Cybermen’ and ‘Age of Steel’.” He once again gave me the suspicious look. I replied with a roll of my eyes. “When you guys went to the other universe, and Mickey met his double and everything.”
   He nodded slowly, obviously unconvinced. Then after a short awkward silence, a yip snapped us out of it.
   “Yip yip!!” Rory ran between my legs and shot of into the city streets.
   “Oh no!” I squeaked.
   “Hurry, go after him!” I started running as quickly as I could as the Doctor further explained. “Catch him for his own sake! If you don’t he’ll be captured and dissected!”
   “I know, I know!!” I called back as I ran.
   With every pounce, Rory’s gelatinous body jiggled and bounced, and against logic, seemed to let him run faster. As he darted around pedestrian’s feet, there were many squeaks of shock. Many faces seemed to think they saw him wrong, which was good. If people were sure that they had seen a Jell-O fox running around, it wouldn’t be good.
   Suddenly I was thrown back. I had run into something- uh oh… someONE, and the force of the collision sent me back in the opposite direction. My butt hit the ground with a loud thump. I squinted my eyes, and gave myself a moment for the pain to stop.
   “Oh! I’m very sorry! Can I help you up?” I recognized the voice. Things had just gotten a little more complicated.
   “I… I…” I looked up into his soft green eyes. I gulped as his face slowly showed that he recognized me as well.
   The Eleventh Doctor…
   There was a long pause. “…Hillary?”
   “Doctor…” I nodded, nervously.
   He quickly looked around as if to check for someone else. “Are you with… well… me?”
   I nodded and gestured to the tenth Doctor, who was searching the crowd for either me or Rory- I couldn’t tell. Eleven quickly yanked me to my feet and pulled me into an alley.
   “You can’t tell him- me- him-” He stuttered. “The Doctor! You can’t tell him you saw me, ok?”
   “Do I tell him?”
   “What?”
   “Well you should remember, did I tell you that I saw you?”
   He smirked. His face seemed to know me so well. Rather than suspicion, I saw warmth. He seemed to find it cute and refreshing that I knew so much about him. Would I really come to know him this well? But… there was also a hint of what seemed to be sadness. Like he was reminiscing in something long forgotten. “No.” He said softly. “I never knew about this. I just searched for you…”
   “Do you know where Rory is?”
   He chuckled and pointed at me. “I get that now, you little weasel, you.” I smiled. He shook his head. I blushed, knowing how childish it was to name the Eryllian after something from Doctor Who that Ten wouldn’t know about.
   I knew he was hiding something. But he probably wouldn’t tell me how this all ended, so I didn’t bother trying to ask him. “So do you know where he is?” I questioned.
   “That should be obvious.” He looked down at my feet.
   “Yip!” Rory was sitting there next to my feet, wiggling his tail.
   “He loves you,” Continued the Doctor. “Of course he’d come back to you. He was just a bit overwhelmed by the new surroundings, weren’t you, fella?” He knelt down and scratched Rory’s chin.
   “Yip!”
   “So what now?” I asked. “You lived this. How soon did you find me?”
   He looked down, and after a hard swallow, said “I didn’t. Not for a long time, anyway. You must’ve been with- well, me. Me, now.”
   “… When did you find me?”
   He stared deep into my eyes. And then slowly shook his head. “Spoilers.” He said, knowing I would get a kick out of it.
   “But really. When did you find me?”
   “I found you in a whole other time. Meaning for us it could be a completely different length of time than for him- me… past-me.”
   “Cool.”
   He smirked. “So where do you wanna go?”
   “I don’t know…”
   “Come on. Think. If there was anything imaginable, anything you could possibly think of. Where would you go right now, in this moment.”
   I thought. And smirked. He smirked back. And finally I said. “Where would you say the best theme park is?”
   He pointed at me. “I like your style.” He spun on his heels. “Come along, Dawn.” I covered my mouth in order not to laugh at the similarity to the famous quote.
   It was so odd knowing these two were actually the same person. Ten was somewhat cold, wary and cautious of every move I made(understandable, being that I knew his future). But Eleven was so welcoming, and seemed relaxed that I knew everything about him. I knew there was a large difference in personality there… but there was something else. It was as if the eleventh Doctor was reliving a memory of something bittersweet. It felt odd now that the tables had turned- now the Doctor knew MY future.



   I screamed at the top of my lungs as I shot down the fastest roller coaster in all of space and time.
   Vomiting was such an expected reaction at this theme park that all the rides had built in parts that caught and cleaned up the mess as the ride was in motion. And since many varieties of species visited the park, all the seats in each ride were very odd. Before you sat in them, they looked like a huge white pillow. But once you sat in one, it quickly formed to your exact body shape, hardened slightly, and placed straps over you to hold you in. There were also several different sizes of seat on each ride, as there were many sizes of aliens wishing to ride.
   The Doctor and I rode ride after ride, and at the end of the day I’m proud to announce that I only threw up three times, while the Doctor had upchucked four times, for which I teased him the rest of the day.

   Slowly, less and less beings wandered the paths that led from ride to ride, the shops began closing, and lights started shutting off. The Doctor and I sat quietly on a park bench, staring up at the stars and moons(there were five moons, all different sizes, and two of them were pink.).
   “You two know closing time is in three millioraton cylces, right?” A short brownish-green bug-like alien asked, seemingly irritated. The Doctor nodded and waved his and at the creature, sending him away.
   Eleven turned to me. “A millioraton cycle is a minute, give or take a few seconds.” I nodded quietly. He stood abruptly. “Anyway, best be off, then, eh?” I nodded again, too tired to give a better response. He reached out his hand, helping me up, and brought me back to the TARDIS. He lay me down on the bed in the same room I had slept in inside the Tenth Doctor’s TARDIS. It was slightly different now, but it still felt the same.
   I almost immediately fell asleep, even with the Doctor sitting quietly at the end of my bed. But just before the last glimpses of consciousness slipped away, I felt his hand move some hair out of my face as he whispered “I wish it hadn’t ended like it did, Hillary… I really wish it hadn’t… You would‘ve made an amazing companion."
A Doctor Who fanfiction.

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