AN:/ Why you no review? Well, thanks for NOT REVIEWING ANYWAY EVEN THOUGH I ASKED NICELY BUT OH FUCKING NO BECAUSE EVEN THOUGH I'M BLEEDING OUT OF MY VAGINA YOU WON'T REVIEW. You make me sad. Anyway, I'm still going to ask you to review because it is disappointing when nobody reviews. Constructive criticism is greatly appreciated.
I Don't Have Superpowers
"When they finally come to destroy the earth, they'll have to go through you first. I bet they won't be expecting that." -OK Go
The Doctor POV:
Hazel was fascinating. Very clever, yet she worked in retail. It made me sad. How someone so bright had such a depressing life. She had a story, but she wouldn't tell me when hell froze over.
After escaping the autons, I had taken Hazel back to the TARDIS.
"I'm not going in there." She planted her hands on her hips. "You could be a rapist, or a serial killer." Was she kidding me? Do I look like a rapist/serial killer? I gestured down at myself.
"Do I look like a rapist and or serial killer to you?" She cracked a smile. Hazel had one of those smiles. Her smile would always make you smile back, make you do anything to keep seeing that smile. Her smile could thaw ice, end wars, cure cancer, bring people back to life. All of the sadness in her features (and mine) melted under that smile. And from what I could tell, she didn't smile nearly enough.
"Okay." I grinned this time. Yanking open the doors, I quickly ushered Hazel through. "Oh my God," I laughed at her reaction. "It's bigger on the inside...how? What?" I wrapped an arm around her shoulder.
"We have talking to do, Hazel. C'mon, let's go to coffee." She raised an eyebrow. "This is a time machine. Anywhere in time and space, I can take you. Only restriction is that it has to be amazing."
We sat in a coffee shop in London. I had just finished explaining the TARDIS to Hazel, who, surprisingly, understood it. She was now telling me of her life.
"Okay, here's my story-My life started out not half bad, right? My mom stayed at home, my dad worked in an office. When I was 18, my mom had Isabella. I love Isabella. She's my whole world. So, the next year, Mom walked out. I was in med school at the time. I was studying to be a nurse. I didn't drop out, because I figured Dad could take care of her. Two years later, the police called. They said my dad had been arrested for drugs and rape and that I had to come care for Isabella or put her up for adoption. Obviously, I threw away my chances at becoming a nurse. Well, there it is. My life laid out in front of you." I was in shock. Complete, utter, shock. Reluctantly, I placed my arms around Hazel, unsure of what her reaction would be. It was positive. She pressed her face into my shirt wrapping her arms around me.
"Oh, Hazel..."
AN:/ Sorry this is short, it's midnight and I have writer's block. (My imaginary friends won't talk to me.) Please review, constructive criticism is greatly appreciated. Literally, if you want this to be better, tell me what I'm doing wrong.