Eyes of a Wanderer
There was a loud sort of screech that sounded through the empty New York apartment. It was strangely lulling, but Kurt sat frozen upright in his elegant queen bed, wide-awake. The noise faded and stilled. Kurt waited quietly, but the house was still. He quietly tiptoed out of bed and pushed aside the privacy curtain hanging from the arched doorway.
He wrapped the red velvet nervously around his fingers and lifted the black eye mask off his forehead. When he saw the coast was clear, he quietly stepped out from his silk shield and slipped down toward the kitchen, winding silently through the spiral staircase and tapping onto the cold tile. Snow pitter-pattered lightly on the window. He peaked around the corner, peering through the archway, to see… in clear view was…
Something big and blue in the middle of his… kitchen…
.
What?!
There was a creaking of an opening door, and a gasp from the man inside. He collapsed to the floor, smoke billowing from the box behind him. Kurt was paralyzed in his spot- bewildered how to react.
But there was one thing he was sure of-
The smoke was fogging his polished silver!
He grabbed his scarf off the rack and walked swiftly towards the kitchen. He shut the blue box door to prevent the smoke from escaping and, who knows, poisoning him or whatever.
He wrapped his scarf around the strange boy's neck and cleared his voice.
"You better tell me who you are and what you-" Kurt gasped as he noticed a glowing light exuding from the man. He released him immediately, and he looked at him with a sad face.
"I'm- I'm so- sorry-" And before the wanderer could finish, he let out a loud, painful yell that made Kurt's heart break. Kurt gathered the hurting man in his lap and held him still. The golden light burst from him, circling Kurt in beaming haloes. Kurt's eyes were wide with shock as the shock as the warm beams fade…
He was completely changed. Dark, curly, locks fell down across his face and long eyelashes tickled his cheeks. Weakly, he opened his eyes, gazing up at the blue-eyed boy with fading golden swirls encircling his perfectly coiffed hair. Kurt gazed into the strangers eyes- they were a beautiful hazel with golden flecks, like the radiant streams he'd just seen, echoed in his eyes; they were filled with so much pain and so much guilt. Yet, they shined with hope and love unlike any other Kurt had seen. They were filled with incomprehensible wisdom, and they were so… lonely.
"Hello." He said weakly. "I'm the Doctor." He was quiet for a moment, gazing around. "Have any tea?" And with that, he sank into Kurt's arms in a soundless sleep.