Hello everyone! I would (again) just love to thank all those who have read, and to those who have made this story one of their favorites! So here's the deal- I have already written these chapters a while ago, so I take about 3 to 4 days to edit it. Now, when I catch up to where I am, chapters might come in longer than they have. But never to worry! I will be posting during the summer and on after that. It's been an honor to write to you guys, and I hope that you love my next chapter. It might be a bit boring, but it explains a lot.

Chapter 3-

"So what is it this time Patrice?" He grinned at the Slitheen lunch lady behind the table of food. She ignored his remark and instead scooped up a hand full of muck and dumped it on his metal tray.

The Doctor sighed,"Oh well..." He took his tray and walked out of line, looking for a place to sit in the dark, dank room. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted a familiar figure with bruises on her face staring down at her serving of food. He smiled as he swaggered over to her table and slammed his tray down.

"What the fuck?!" She screamed in surprise, jumping out of her chair at the enormous shock, but crumpled to the ground. She held in the pain that was beating in her left leg that that was broken only a few days ago. Getting up was a negative also, since her left hand was still mangled.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh sorry! I'm sorry, so sorry!" The Doctor whipped around the table and carefully took April by the arms and lifted her, delicately resting her on the chair. She squealed in pain, but held the rest down.

"Sorry about that...forgot about your injuries. By the way, how are you?" He sat down across from her, putting his face in the palms of his hands.

April took a deep breath, mellowing the hot throbbing that her leg was enduring and answered," 'Been better. My leg is still broken, as you can see, and my left wrist is still fractured, and fingers are still twisted the other way. But the gashes on my back are healing, and the bruises are going away." She forced a smile and returned to poking her food with a spoon. It squirmed at every touch, making April's skin crawl. Dissatisfied, she pushed the tray away and crossed her arms over the table,"How about you?"

"Pft," he sat back in his chair and waved the question of concern to the side,"with my powers, I'll be fine. I'm mostly concerned about you."

April shrugged and went on,"Gottin' used to it."

The Doctor's eye brows raised,"Oh really?"

She weakly smiled,"Ya."

"Not to be rude or anything, but how long have you actually been here?"

April lowered her gaze, getting a sudden interest to the surface of the beaten table. She mumbled,"Four years."

The Doctor sat there, arms on the table, mouth open, eyes wide, staring at the poor little girl in front of him. Four years of agony. I have no idea how I could withstand that much brutality, and I'm a Time Lord.

"But-er-have you been here since you were ten?"

April chuckled to herself and lifted her eyes, locking on his,"Naw, I got here when I was 14, and I still am."

"B-b-but, that's impossible! Technology like that doesn't even exist anymore!"

"Well..." April scooted forward in her chair and leaned in to the table, motioning the Doctor to do the same,"Last year I overheard the guards talking. They said that they stole something from an alien world that stops time around a certain point or area, but allows people to live and work there. 'Said it just adds to the torture." She returned back into her chair, as did the Doctor and proceeded,"So, uh, how long have you been here?"

The Doctor snapped out of his deep thoughts and answered,"Oh,er, only about 1 month or so. Nothing compared to you of course."

April smiled to herself,"True 'dat."

"So," The Doctor leaned on the table, resting his arms on the surface,"judging by your slang and accent you must be from America, am I right?"

"Yup. The United States of America."

"Well since we are going to be here for a while, why don't you tell me more about yourself?"

The Doctor could tell that she was playing with the idea in her head, but she nodded in agreement.

She took a deep breath, and started her long explanation of herself,"As you said, I'm from America, born and raised. I lived in a small town called Lakewood in New Jersey. I had a giant red house that was right in town, near all the little shops and cafes. I have a brother who is-or was- 12 years old named Paul. He had dark brown hair that flipped up in the front. He had tiny little freckles that danced on his face during the summer, and hid during the winter. He had the most perfect laugh and energy about him that made you so happy and full of glee. He was the most perfect brother ever, and he and I always were together. I can't imagine not being with him through my childhood years.

"My mom had light brown hair that hung down to her shoulders. She had a thin face and, again, perfect skin. She was tall- almost 6 foot. She is very religious, which can be very annoying. She is all about following God and to stay on His path, which is ironic, since her side of the family is a depressing one. Her brother, my uncle, ran away. We still have no idea of where he is, or if he is still even alive. My aunt, her sister, had a major drinking problem that got her kids taken away from her.

"My dad is awesome. He is full Peruvian and speaks fluent Spanish. He has tan skin and black hair with little gray hairs popping up here and there. My dad is the one that got me into all of my interests and what not. He is an artist and a really funny guy. His side of the family is actually normal, but annoying. My dad is NOT religious at all, and doesn't believe that God created the universe, which pisses my mom off.

"Okay this part is a little depressing. My parents are divorced. Tragic right? My mom forced my dad to sleep on the couch when I was 12 and made him move out when I was 13. My dad wanted to keep my brother and I, but my mom wouldn't have it. She brought us both to court, forcing us to choose who we wanted to live with. This is partially the reason why I liked my dad more than my mom. I know that's bad to say, but it's true. My dad understood me a lot better than my mom. I'm pretty sure my mom thought I was weird with my different interests and fandoms. That's why I chose my dad, but my mom won the case. When it was all over, my mom began to drink and smoke, which made her crazy. Whenever she got drunk, she beat me, just because I spoke my mind. She would go to the bar and come back, screaming at me, saying that I was a brat and a tramp. She beat me with her own fists. Then she would leave me outside to sleep for the night. From then on I locked myself up in my room throughout all of 8th grade 'cause I didn't want to deal with it. You would think that the government would take us away from that hell hole, but they didn't have enough evidence.

"Brielle was my best friend. She had blonde hair with a little mix of brown in there. Her head shape reminded me of a cartoon mouse, but she was not ugly or anything like a mouse. She also had beautiful skin and perfect hair and everything, but she never believed me when I said so. She was awesome; she was funny, kinda' smart, strange, everything you want in a friend really.

"My class was made up of 16 kids, which is of course very small for a middle school grade, but our town was very small so...Anyway, my class was like family to me, they didn't really care what or how people looked, just that we all cared for each other. I felt more at home with them instead of with my real family. My homeroom teacher, Mrs. Baker, was my favorite teacher. She never really cared about what we did, just that we didn't get hurt in the process.

"And then there was me. During my childhood, I always go A's. I have no idea how to be honest, it's not like I studied every night or something, but for some reason I always got A's. Before I was captured, I was going to go into High School with all Honor's classes, which is pretty cool. Okay anyway, as I grew up, I had bad acne. I still have bad acne, but it's just sprouting now because of all the shit we go through everyday. So I was made fun of because of my ugly face- names like Pimple Face or Weirdo was often thrown at me during Elementary School. But during Middle School it died down, since everyone else got acne.

"I'm was also kind of strange because of my weird interests and fandoms. I was in LOVE with the TV show called Sherlock directed by Steven Moffat and the show Doctor Who," April pointed at the Doctor,"that's where you come in Doc. So, uh, ya I loved those shows so much, that I even bought posters to hang up on my wall. POSTERS! My god I was such a dork. My life practically revolved around that during my 8th grade year, while other girls cried over One Direction for some reason.

"I also had many other likes. I loved super heroes, probably because my dad and brother watched super hero shows when I was little. Anyway I also liked anime shows and manga, along with reading. Supernatural was a thriller to watch on Friday night's at my dad's apartment too. But, uh, other than that, that's it. That's my life, or was. Now," April showed herself to the Doctor," this is it. A broken 14 year old far away from her life."

She didn't stutter or hesitate with the story. She only spoke facts. Facts that might have made her cry 4 years ago, but now she didn't notice. It was something of the past.

The Doctor maintained a straight face during the telling, understanding that the broken feeble little form in front of him had a solitude type life for the most part, hiding from her family of fear of what they might do to her.

"So ya that's it."

The Doctor was silent for a moment, wrapping his mind around the entire idea, when a thought gently clicked in the back of his mind.

"I have only one question for you, if you don't mind." The Doctor said.

"Sure, what's up?"

The Doctor drew nearer to the table with a grave expression covering his face. His eyes all of a sudden became an intense black that made April uneasy. He looked down upon her,"What is the show Doctor Who?"

"Oh, uh, sorry- I thought you knew. Like I said it's about your life in the TARDIS with all the different companions you pick up along the way. But of course that doesn't apply to Rose, am I right?" April pretended to nudge the Doctor with her elbow, but he just death stared her, so she continued,"Okaaaaaay then. It all started in the late 1900's and it's been paying for about 50 years, or at least, it was going to be about 50 years when I left. It had over 800 episodes, so you can imagine the amount of people who watch it. The series stopped at one point until a guy named Russell T. Davies decided to keep the legend going, which is when in 2005 the new series of Doctor Who started. The new series started with you in your 9th form after the Time War and the first time you met Rose. Then it moves on- like when you met Martha and Donna and then you regenerated..." The Doctor was getting angry and nervous, and April knew it,"You regenerated to your 11th form and you met Amy and Rory and then the TARDIS exploded and you married River and... Ya I'll stop now. But wait, how come you're still in your 10th regeneration form?"

She never got that answer, because just then the bell of the cafeteria rang, and the black eyed guards clambered in and snatched them from their conversation, rushing them into their next stations- the lab for April and the gym for the Doctor.

No, that answer wouldn't come for a long time-

7 years.

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