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Chapter 10

I froze in the seat. Is he trying to tell me…?
"Doctor…." I started hesitantly. "Am I a…"
"Yes." He looks over at me and touches my shoulder gently. "You're a time lord, or lady."
The room starts spinning, and my chest tightens. How? How am I a time lord/lady? I've always lived ON EARTH. With my FULL BLOOD HUMAN PARENTS. The Doctor must see my panic because he takes hold of me and strokes my hair, shushing me. I'm shaking at this point, and all I can manage to squeak out is
"How?"
He pulls me back and brushes back a stray hair from my face.
"Well...I'm not sure. The best theory I can come up with is that you once lived on Gallifrey, and never got hurt or destroyed in the Time War. Somehow you managed to escape, go to earth, and possibly had this rare timelord disease called "Regeneration Amnesia." It's where you could've regenerated into a newborn, but when the brain cells regenerated, it erased all previous memories and the side effect is that it burns away one of your hearts…so you would've forgotten all about your past regeneration lives, and be able to live with just ONE heart. And when I used my sonic on you as the same time as the cybermen's energy, it must've turned on your "timelordiness" that's been hidden away somewhere in that head of yours for so many years."
I slowly start to nod my head….This explains the numbers and shapes in my head when I first woke up. Am I some genius now? I realize I'm still in shock, but at least there's answers. He leans forward and puts his elbows on his knees.
"Leah, where were you born?"
I frown.
"I was adopted from a foster home. I never knew who my real parents were. They just said I was left near an alleyway, and got rescued." My brain started to put the pieces together. "
Oh my gosh.
"I regenerated in the alleyway into a newborn…." He gives me a look of sympathy, knowing he can't help right now.
I run my hands through my curly hair, and start taking deep breaths. I can't believe this. Well I can, it makes sense. But at the same time it makes NO sense! I turn towards the Doctor.
"What do I do?"
He rubs his chin.
"Well, you could stay with me, or you could… go home. When I reversed the energy, you lost the ability to ever regenerate again because the cyberman transformation was deteriorating you already, so you still are a time lord/lady, but you'll grow old like a human."
I grip the railings, processing what I just heard. "I'm gonna head to my room for a bit." I stand shakily and he grabs my waist, helping me. The touch just sends shivers down my spine, and electricity fills my body. Not the best time to use that analogy, but it works. He guides me to my room, and before I go in, I turn to hip and grip his hands, and look into his beautiful, ancient green eyes.
"Doctor?"
"Yes Leah?"
I look down and bite my lip. "No matter what I choose, know I'll love you. Always." A lone tear escapes my eye, and he wipes it away with his thumb.
"I know."
He gives me a sad smile and walks back to the console room, and I go into my room, flopping myself on my bed. What in this world am I gonna do? I grab a pen from my desk and my ballet notebook. I'm gonna weigh the pros and cons of this. Staying with the Doctor is...crazy. Magical, fun, and just crazy. More chances of death, OR seeing people die. I write that down in the cons. And...well, we all know the other one. If I went home, the cons would be what mental institute I would be sent to, or how long I would be grounded, and its mundane. But I would be in the safety of my home, and I could explain WHAT I am, and I could go back to my friends, and dance.
I look at the list a few minutes later, and realize both have equal pros and equal cons. I throw the book in frustration and turn over, burying my head in my pillow, wishing that everything could be easy, and I didn't have to choose, and most of all, wishing I wasn't desperately in love with the Doctor.