So...I've chosen with some help from Discord people to post stories I've started and got lying around. Don't expect these to get updated a whole lot. Most are older and are just ideas I've come up with. If you're in the Discord (link on my profile) you might have read these already as I post google doc links to these there. Enjoy and let me know what you think though! I'll try to post one new story a week until I run out of things to post.

I shivered, freezing despite my thick clothing, and for good reason. My fingers were numb to the cold as I pawed at the hard-packed snow around me, breaths short and growing ever thinner with the lack of oxygen. Tears had frozen to my cheeks as I cried softly, begging for someone, anyone to find me; to save me and get me out of here. I knew it was useless. I knew it was pointless. There was no light. I was too far down for the sun to penetrate the snow, much less, for someone to rescue me or even know I was there. My throat tightened as black spots formed on the edge of my vision from lack of air. My chest burned for oxygen as snow flickered down onto my face from my vain attempt to dig my way out. It was getting worse. My hands were growing weaker and were so numb, I couldn't tell if I was even digging anymore or if they'd fallen to my side. I was scared, terrified. Someone, please… I begged before my eyes finally slipped closed and I was swallowed by the inky black oblivion.

I cried, letting out a loud wail, having woken up from the nightmare in my crib once again. I tried to muffle my screams, but the young body I was in refused to let me control my urges as footsteps stormed up the stairs. The door was slammed open and a heavy hand covered my mouth to muffle my cries; only making things worse as fear of that ice-packed coffin returned ten-fold. I felt pain in my face as the man finally hit me to try and silence me before he grew fed up and simply yanked me out of the bed by my useless chubby arms. It wasn't long before the chilly cold of outside brushed over my year-old naked from, enticing more cries from me before the man placed me down somewhere.

It stank terribly. Smells I recognized from my past life as rotten food, urine, and vomit. I heard the man leave and felt that panic return as I wailed louder in understanding. My second chance at life, and I'd been abandoned in a dumpster before even reaching the age of two. I feared I wouldn't be reborn this time. I feared dying of starvation next. So, I cried and wailed and screamed for as long as I could; ignoring the pain in my throat and the vomit I soon spat out as the smells assaulted my baby senses. He dealt with me this long, why couldn't he have dealt with me until I could at least walk?! I squirmed uselessly, ignoring the pain it brought to the scars and burns that the man—who'd apparently been my father—had given me in the last year.

It was overwhelming. Everything was. I'd died, buried under snow from an unexpected avalanche while on a snowboarding trip with friends. Then, I was reborn as a baby into an abusive home without a mother with everything I knew in my previous life rattling around my head, only to be dropped off to die in a dumpster. I cursed whatever God was up there who'd dealt me this terrible deck of cards, and failed to notice the footsteps approaching my resting place. Hands picked me up and I cried at the annoying uselessness of this body, and its inability to fight off whoever had picked me up. I almost wanted to die now, if this was how it was going to be.

"Sh, sh. Hey, I've got you. It's alright. You'll be fine, I promise."

That didn't thrill me and I continued to fuss in his arms; eyes squeezed shut tight in plain refusal to look at my savior who I believed would undoubtedly abandon me just as my father had.

"You know, you'll get to grow up and see all sorts of things. You will learn about pop music and see how technology just soars into something amazing like telephones that fit in your ear and holograms and 3D printing. You'll be around to watch your people fly up into the stars." The man rambled on and my crying began to slow. "Though, you'll be something special, Russell."

That startled me, knowing that I had no way of telling the man my name—my past name—and yet he seemed to know it. I sobered up instantly and went to peer my eyes open, to see who this man was, but just as I caught sight of his mouth, his hand covered my eyes.

"Now, now. Can't have you spotting me just yet." He teased, making me frustrated and grab at his hand with my feeble, chubby fingers. "We won't see each other for some time, Russell, and I wish I could do so much more."

I paused in my useless struggling as his voice seemed to tighten and get choked up; his thumb brushing over one of the scars my 'father' had left me. I let out a little sniffle and whine myself, but he forced himself to cheer up a bit for me.

"Oh, but it will be amazing. Every moment… or, well, almost every moment. We do tend to get ourselves in a bit of a pickle sometimes."

That voice… The way he talks, it's… it's familiar somehow.

I was beginning to fall asleep though. The soothing man's voice, the swaying of his arms, and my exhaustion of what had happened to me in the last year slowly easing me into sleep.

"Just remember something for me, will you?" He asked me softly, easing his hand away as I drifted off. "Keep your chin up and don't let anything ever get to you. I'll come back for you. I promise."

That's what he said, though I didn't see him again. Not for decades, and even then, I hadn't known it was him. He'd left me at an orphanage; which was where I ungratefully woke. I dealt with the joys of that until I was legally allowed to go off on my own; having not been sociable enough to get adoption consideration, which was fine by me. I had already sped through my A-levels and was already working towards a degree by the age of eighteen in Archaeology. I ended up with a job at the local museum and was on-call during the day while working security there overnight. I had mostly forgotten about the man who'd taken me to the orphanage, though his words had kept me going throughout the years. However, life had again, thrown me a curveball.

I could see things. Things nobody else saw. I assumed it came with the whole 'having been dead already' thing, but I was not thrilled by the dark shadowed creatures that followed certain people and hovered in areas of buildings. It was an annoyance, but I'd learned quickly not to pay it too much mind. I'd been attacked once by a shadow already and I didn't wish to repeat the experience and kept my gaze to myself. Of course, my life couldn't stay this way. I couldn't have just lived a peaceful life as a nobody working in a museum. No, I had to stumble upon something. I had to be found by someone. And that someone, was not a pleasant person.

I was just doing my job. I was walking the perimeter and lazily scanning the shadows that weren't ghosts for people trying to sneak about. I'd once caught a group of teens who thought they could try on the cavemen outfits and wreak havoc on the dinosaur exhibits. I'd also caught a frightened child who'd gotten separated from her class and sat frightened in the restroom until after closing. Today though was far different. I hummed along with 'Love Don't Roam' playing in a headphone in my left ear as I skimmed the medieval exhibits when I heard something and stopped my music.

"Who's there? The museum's closed. Come out and I'll show you the exit."

There was silence, but I could hear a buzzing that had my hair standing on edge.

"Or we can do this the hard way," I called out, reaching to my side and pulling out a baton, should things get messy. "If you just come out, we won't have any problems and I'll let you go scot-free. Otherwise, I'll have to file a report with the police for breaking and entering."

I caught the sight of a curtain shifting and steadily made my way over, body on edge should I have to catch the perp, but when I pulled the curtain back, there was nothing there. My brows furrowed, but something whispered in my ear.

"Found you."

I turned quickly, baton up, but it was useless against whatever hooded figure was behind me and something slid into my stomach. My weapon was dropped and I glanced down to see a shimmering blue and black blade protruding from my gullet. My breath hitched as my body slowly began to recognize the foreign object and sent pain through my nerves, and I shifted my gaze back to the toothy smirk of the figure before me.

"Goodbye, Shadow Whisperer."

The blade was yanked out and I collapsed to the ground with an arm desperately wrapped around my stomach as my heart raced and my mind spun in a panic. W-Who… What… I-I don't… The figure vanished in a cloud of black smoke and then I was suddenly screaming. It was like liquid fire coursed through me and I didn't notice when I'd laid down on the ground, nor when the ground had become metal. I couldn't hear the voices calling out to me and barely felt someone gathering me in their arms and rushing me out somewhere. Then, everything went dark.

I awoke to a steady beeping and a blindingly white ceiling. I grimaced and forced myself to sit up, cringing and grabbing at my stomach at the flash of pain, before everything hit me. I… I was stabbed. By what? It was almost like the ghosts, but… that weapon… and how did I get here? I work alone at night. No one would have found me until morning, and by then I'd already be… My throat closed up at the thought and I forced myself to close my eyes and take a deep breath, tipping my head back to look at the ceiling.

"Keep your chin up…"

"…don't let anything get to you…"

All those years and those words still rang in my head as clearly as I'd heard them as a child in this world. I let out a long breath and shifted to try and get up and find a doctor; seeing as there was no nurse call button anywhere. I rose, a little unsteady at first, but quick to gather my bearings as I moved to the door and out into something unexpected.

The hallway wasn't white and there were no nurses or doctors wandering about. In fact, the walls were grey and metal, as was the floor. I reached back behind me to go back into the room I'd just left, but my hand met nothing. Panic settled in as I turned around and found the door completely gone and I clenched my fist as worry grew. D-Do I run? I-I don't… I don't know what's going on. I don't know what to do. I swallowed thickly, beginning to feel as though the walls were closing in and the shadows were shifting towards me. I started walking as quickly as I could with my injury. I had no destination in mind. Anything with a door, really, but I'd yet to find even that. Then, I finally found one and burst through it like a fox with the hounds on its tail.

The sight I found was even more shocking than what I'd just left. A green pillar of light stood in the center of the room surrounded by tree-like columns and more metal floors and walls. The worst part was, I recognized it. I knew exactly where I was and that alone had my knees going weak and my body falling back against a railing that hadn't been there a moment ago. My wide blue eyes shifted over everything in a frenzy as I tried to wrap my head around the fact that I was somehow in the Tardis. A machine that was a part of the sci-fi show I watched in my old universe. One that couldn't possibly exist. No. No, if parallel universes are real, then I was… Was I was reborn in Doctor Who? Did that thing that attacked me somehow get me here? But that… the possibility of that is just…

"Ah! Russell! You shouldn't be up just yet!"

I stiffened at the voice, whipping my head around to see none other than the Tenth Doctor hurrying up towards me, but I stepped away from him; partially terrified, partially still in shock. "Russell? What's wrong?"

"I-I don't…"

I just stared, trying to get words to form, but unable to do anything other than open and close my mouth like a gaping fish. This was the Doctor. The Doctor. Not just some actor. I hadn't stumbled onto a set or anything. I knew that. I could feel the Tardis humming under the fingers of my hands pressed against the wall. This was real. It had to be, but my mind refused to accept that. For some reason, everything else that had happened to me seemed reasonable compared to this. Reincarnation was something discussed before in my old life, just wasn't something I considered. Seeing ghostly shadows wasn't unheard of, but this? Being in Doctor Who? I didn't remember hearing anything about aliens up until now. Though I don't watch the news and I'm not exactly sociable… What was I supposed to do though? How do I react? It's impossible. I-I can't…

"I can't be here."

"Russell?"

I turned, spotting another door into the hall. "I'm sorry. I-I can't—"

Can't what?

"Russell. Russell, wait!"

The Doctor grabbed my arm before I could go anywhere and turned me back to him as his eyes racked my form in concern.

"Russell, what's going on? Why are you acting like this? Where were you before now? If my younger self said something to offend you, I really am sorry."

Oh, no. No, no, no, no. Please, don't tell me— "Younger self?" I muttered, feeling panic beginning to rise up in me. "You're telling me I-I… I jump around your timeline or something? God, that's it, isn't it?" I brought a hand to my head, feeling my body shudder. "What the hell…"

The Doctor hesitated. "Russell, where were you?"

"At work. At my job in the museum. I thought… I thought I heard something and then…" I clenched my fist around the fabric of my shirt by my injury. "I don't understand what's going on. I just…" I began to feel light-headed. "I just need to sit down."

The Doctor grabbed me as I swayed and carefully lowered me to the ground. "Whoa, there. It's alright Russell. Really." He tried to reassure as I clenched my eyes shut and dragged a hand down my face.

"How is this okay?" I questioned him, voice tight. "Nothing about this is okay. Nothing about my life is okay. Why does this keep happening to me?"

"Russell…" The Doctor reached out, but stopped, before slowly pulling his hand back and sitting up against the wall beside me. "How much do you know about what's going on?"

"Nothing. Absolutely nothing other than what you've just given away about jumping around and the fact that I'm not dead." I answered with a bitter chuckle. "I don't even think I want to know what's going on. If I'm lucky, I just passed out from blood loss and the other security guard found me. I'm just in a coma in the hospital having a dream about being stuck in a television show from another universe. But I'm not, am I?"

He slowly shook his head and I sighed heavily.

"No. Course I'm not. I could never be so lucky."

"Were you always this depressing?"

I shot the Doctor a dirty look, but he smiled innocently and stood, holding out a hand to me.

"Come on. On your feet. You need a trip out. I can feel it."

I hesitated but took his offered hand. It was strange how comfortable with me he was and I was concerned by how open I'd been with him in just the last few minutes. I followed him down the stairs though and towards the Tardis console, unable to help the awe I felt at the sight of it. Just the console itself was beautiful with all its switches and levers and buttons. Already, I felt a bit guilty for getting so upset in front of the Doctor and I pulled a hand through my short black hair.

"Sorry," I murmured, making him pause in his button pressing to look at me.

"What for?"

"Just… for earlier. Acting the way I was."

"Nah, it's fine! It's understandable."

I looked over at him as he messed with a few more things on the console. "But I upset you, didn't I?"

He stopped, not looking over at me.

"I'm not who you expected." I went on, remembering how upset River had been when she'd shown up with him not recognizing her. "You wanted a future me. One who knew you already and acted different. You never wanted me to pop up here like this. Technically, we don't even know each other. Not really."

He sighed heavily. "No. You're not… You're not what I expected, that's true."

Something in me ached at that. The Doctor basically told me that I wasn't what he wanted, much like the shouts of the 'father' I had before that man found me.

"But." The Doctor grinned at me. "If I never met you here, then I wouldn't get to know you later, right? Means I get to make a great first impression!"

I gave him an odd look, before managing a small hint of a smile as I snorted.

"You're such an idiot."

"Yeah, but it got you to smile, didn't it?" He teased and my smile faltered as I realized something.

"I don't remember the last time I smiled."

The room got eerily quiet and I winced as I realized I said that out loud.

"Sorry. I didn't mean… I just… Life hasn't been great." Or death.

"I know." He said so quietly, I wondered if I'd imagined it before he was grinning away once more and flipped the lever to dematerialize. "Allons-y!"

I quickly grabbed the railing nearest me, grimacing as my side ached with the turbulence of the Tardis before we landed and the Doctor eagerly grabbed my hand and tugged me along. He paused in the doorway, looking around as a snowflake drifted in and landed on my nose, making me stiffen.

Snow, icy flakes fell on my numb skin as I pawed desperately at the freezing space I was trapped in.

"—ell. Russell!"

I was shaken and I blinked out of the memory with a sharp breath as the Doctor held me by the arms and looked down at me in concern.

"Are you alright?"

"Y-Yeah, no. Sorry. It's just…" I looked around to see he'd tugged me out of the Tardis.

We were under a bridge or awning of a sort and snow covered the streets on either side of the town we'd ended up in.

"Oh… Oh, God. I'm so sorry." The Doctor apologized, having realized something. "God, how could I be so stupid!"

He bowed his head and muttered something under his breath before speaking with me.

"I forgot. I completely forgot you had issues with… with snow. We can go somewhere else. Really."

I shook my head, a little uncertain, but not entirely petrified. "N-No. No, it's alright. I must get used to it if you forgot." I answered, feeling that ache in my chest again over the fact that he was thinking of my future self and not the 'me' right here. "Just… don't push me into any snowdrifts."

He nodded. "If you're sure."

My lip twitched. "Not really, but I'll work through it. Don't want to disappoint."

Is this what it's going to be like? I silently wondered as we walked out and wandered the town. Me having to constantly live up to the Doctor's expectations based on my future self? A thought occurred to me then.

"Can I go back?"

The Doctor turned to me curiously. "What?"

"To my job, my flat. Am I in a parallel universe to where I was… born? Or did I just happen to pop up with you?"

"Ah, the later, actually. There's a few times where I drop you off at your place after adventures, though you tell me it never really lasts long before you pop up with me again."

"Oh."

So, I was reborn in a parallel universe, but it happened to be the Doctor Who universe and I just didn't know it until now. How do I not notice that? I mentally sighed as I looked around, feeling a bit out of place in the old London town despite the Doctor beside me; equally out of place.

"Do you… want to go back?" The Doctor asked and I hesitated.

"I don't know. I'm still trying to wrap my head around this. Around you." I glanced at him to see his surprise. "You were just a character to me and now you're… well, not. How much do you know about me, anyway?"

"Oh, well, I probably should have started with that." He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Let's see… I know you're from a parallel universe where I was a character in a sci-fi television show you used to watch. I know you have issues with snow and have a rather severe case of claustrophobia, and that you show up at random points in my timeline thanks to whatever got you that scar." He gestured to where my injury was. "Most you told me about that was some shadow figure attacked you with a glowing sword. Oh! And the whole shadow ghost things you sometimes see. Then the more personal stuff about your… father and the orphanage and some tidbits about your work. Though, I highly disapprove. Archaeologist? Really?"

I was glad he'd lightened up the conversation after that bit about my past. "I like history."

"Course." He smiled, looking boyish as he looked around the marketplace with a grin, before spotting a boy. "You there, boy. What day is this?"

"Christmas eve, sir." The young boy answered.

"What year?"

The boy frowned. "You thick or something?"

"Yes," I murmured and the Doctor pouted.

"Oi! Just answer the question."

The boy begrudgingly did. "Year of our Lord 1851, sir."

"Right. Nice year. Bit dull." The Doctor commented idly and I sighed, just as a shout rang out across the town.

"Doctor! Doctor!"

Oh, God, this one. I mentally groaned as the Doctor started to grin.

"Who, me?" He turned to me and grabbed my hand. "Allons-y!"

"I'm really going to hate that word, won't I?"

"Meh, you get used to it." He smiled, pulling me along behind him before we found the woman who was screaming; standing in front of a building where growls were coming from.

The Doctor released me to pull the woman back. "Don't worry. Don't worry. Stand back. What have we got here?"

The doors rocked as the snarling grew louder.

"Ooh, okay. I've got it. Whatever's behind that door, I think you should get out of here. And you should stand back, Russell. You're still recovering."

"Says the man who pulled me by the arm at full running speed just to get here," I grumbled, holding my side already.

"Doctor!" The woman shouted again though, making him turn to her in confusion.

"No, no. I'm standing right here. Hello."

"Don't be stupid. Who are you?" The dark-skinned woman asked.

"I'm the Doctor."

"Doctor who?"

"Just the Doctor."

"Well, there can't be two of ya." She complained, just as a second man rushed over. "Where the hell have you been?"

"Right then. Don't worry. Stand back." The man said, coming up beside us. "What have we got here then?"

"Hold on, hold on. Who are you?" The Doctor asked.

"I'm the Doctor. Simply, the Doctor." The man, Doctor II, announced as I groaned. "The one, the only, and the best. Rosita, give me the sonic screwdriver."

"The what?" The Doctor questioned with a gaping mouth as the woman handed over a normal screwdriver.

"Now quickly, get back to the Tardis."

"Back to the what?"

"If you could stand back, sirs. This is a job for a Time Lord." The man smirked and I frowned.

"I'm a woman, you nut."

I was ignored though as the Doctor questioned him yet again.

"A job for a what lord?"

The doors burst open then and the Cyber-headed, furry gorilla-like creature stepped out.

"Oh, that's different."

"Oh, that's new." The two Doctors said before pointing their screwdrivers at it and saying together. "Allons-y!"

"Oh, yeah. Definitely going to hate that word." I muttered. "Damn the French."

"I've been hunting this beast for a good fortnight. Now step back, sir." Doctor II demanded before the creature launched itself up the wall of the building opposite us.

"Some sort of primitive conversion. Like they took the brain of a cat or a dog." The Doctor muttered.

"Well, talking's all very well. Rosita?" The other man chimed and she came over with a rope.

"I'm ready."

"Now, watch and learn." The man smirked, managing to lasso the creature. "Excellent. Now then, let's pull this timorous beastie down to earth."

Or so he said, but the creature easily pulled the man up with him as it climbed higher.

"Or not." The Doctor mused as the man called out.

"I might be in a little bit of trouble!"

"Nothing changes." The Doctor smirked at me, before grabbing the rope as well. "I've got you."

"No, you don't." I sighed out and he looked at me just before he too was pulled up.

"You idiots!" Rosita yelled and as the two Doctor's argued with one another, I tapped Rosita.

"Could you help me save those two morons?"

"How?"

I pointed at the building. "You know how to get in?"

She nodded and I reached over and picked up an ax that was near a log pile behind us.

"Lead the way."

The two of us hurried up the stairs and were right on time for the creature to jump out the window with the two men being pulled along behind it. I headed for the window and swung the ax down, cutting the rope and freeing the two groaning—and soon laughing—men. They continued to laugh even as we headed back out of the building; something I ignored and Rosita complained about.

"Well, I'm glad you think it's so funny. You're mad. Both of you. You could've got killed."

"But evidently we did not. Oh, I should introduce Rosita. My faithful companion. Always telling me off." The other man smiled at the Doctor, who grinned in return.

"Well, they do, don't they? This is Russell." He introduced me and I gave a small half-hearted wave with my free hand as I went to put the ax back and the Doctor looked at the other man's friend. "Rosita. Good name. Hello, Rosita." He smiled and she huffed.

"Huh, now I'll have to go and dismantle the traps. All that for nothing. And we've only got twenty minutes till the funeral, don't forget. Then back to the Tardis, right?"

"Funeral?"

"Oh, long story. Not my own, not yet." The other man answered, rubbing his arm. "Oh, I'm not as young as I was."

"Well, not as young as you were when you were me."

I nudged the Doctor, who shot me a confused look as the man did the same.

"When I was who?"

"He's not you, Doctor," I said, willing to spoil this bit in order to avoid the later conversations. "It's not what you think."

He smiled at the other man and slowly moved me off to the side. "Excuse us for a moment."

"Of course." Doctor II smiled.

The Doctor pulled me off to the side and tucked me behind a wall, where I stiffened at the shadow in the back corner of the alley. Just ignore it. Ignore it, and it won't bother you. I closed my eyes and let out a deep breath, as the Doctor placed his hands on my shoulders and looked down at me seriously.

"Russell, you can't just go about telling me things, okay? These are events that can't be messed with and just telling me what's going on—"

"Can change things that happen later. Yes, I get the gist of the dos and don'ts of time travel, but this isn't a fixed point."

"Do you know that for certain?" He countered, eyes narrowed seriously and I hesitated, not liking the subtle darkness that lingered there.

"No, but if it was, you wouldn't get involved. You wouldn't allow me to get involved." I narrowed my eyes in slight annoyance. "I know I might seem young to you, Doctor, but I'm not an idiot."

He sighed, probably sensing my growing hostility towards him; someone I barely knew. "I never said you were. I just wanted to make sure you understood that you can't always give me hints like that. Especially my younger selves. They tend to get a little…" He winced. "…tense when it comes to what you know."

"Pleasant," I grumbled and he lightened up and ruffled my hair, making my eyes widen in surprise at the action, while he smiled.

"Just wanted to make sure you knew, is all." He hummed, before taking my hand again and leading us back to where the other man waited.

What was his name again? I can't remember. Something with a 'J'. This episode wasn't exactly one of my favorites, so I can't remember much about it. It's been a while. I sighed again, before suddenly feeling a sharp pain in my side. I stopped walking, alerting the Doctor as I doubled over and clutched at my side.

"W-What's happening? I was fine a minute ago." I bit out through clenched teeth and the Doctor placed a hand on my back as he squeezed my shoulder comfortingly.

"You're jumping off to another point in my timeline." He answered, wincing as I pulled my hand away to see a bit of blood from my injury.

"Is it always this painful?" I grimaced. "I'm not going to bleed out, am I?"

He shook his head. "The pain lessens as you go on and the blood is probably your stitches reopening. Be sure to have me check that when you pop up. The wound's still fresh, but it should heal in a week or so."

"S-Sounds fun," I said, closing my eyes with a small whimper as I sank to my knees, before looking up at him. "Y-You'll be alright?"

He looked surprised for a second, then smiled softly. "Course. I should be asking you that, but yeah. I think I'll be alright."

I nodded, feeling the pain begin to numb and my body start to sway with dizziness. "Good… Good. You'll like this one… It's fun, I suppose."

I felt something soft touch my forehead and frowned in confusion as I drifted off.

"Thank you, Russell. Thank you for being here for me."

"—ell… Russell?"

I groaned as I rolled onto my side with a wince of pain.

"I suggest rolling to the other side." The voice chuckled and I did but opened my eyes in a glare at the beaming face of the Eleventh Doctor as he grinned down at me on the floor. "Hello, Russell. I take it you had a fun trip?"

I grabbed his bow-tie, startling him as I yanked him close and growled. "What about my bleeding side makes you think I had a good trip?"

"R-Right. Right. Forgot that younger you gets a bit cranky when waking up. Um, if it makes you feel better, I've already patched it up!"

I continued to scowl and he chuckled nervously.

"A-Amy?"

I frowned, confused as to why he was calling Amy before the red-head showed up, and sighed.

"Again? You're really going to have to learn to do this on your own, you know."

The Doctor chuckled again as I sat up and glared at the redhead.

"The hell he call you for?" I snipped, more from the pain in my side and the annoying situation I ended up in than actually being mad at anyone.

She rolled her eyes. "To deal with your temper. Apparently, I'm better at it than he is at it, according to you."

I furrowed my brows, confused as she stepped behind me and placed her hands on my shoulders. I stiffened until her thumbs began rubbing small circles against my tense muscles and a low groan escaped my lips. My fingers released the Doctor's bow-tie and I slouched as Amy worked wonders on my back.

"I don't know what the hell is going on, but if I wake up to this every day, I'd be the happiest person in the universe," I muttered. "Can I marry you, Pond?"

Amy snorted. "Again, no."

The Doctor though was pouting. "I'm working on learning to do it."

Amy chuckled. "Look. He's pouting now. See what you did?" She said, patting my shoulder and stopping her massaging. "Though, you were pretty tense. Where did you come from this time?"

"1851," I answered, standing and catching the Doctor's attention as he mouthed the numbers to himself; trying to figure it out. "Christmas eve with Cybermen in the middle of London, and before that, my job."

His eyes widened and he hurried after me in a panic as I left the medbay and tried to find my way back to the console room.

"Russell! Russell, wait!"

"You're always asking me to wait and I've yet to hear a good reason as to why I should, considering I still don't know what's going on."

"Hold on, what do you mean?" Amy asked, looking confused.

"I don't know anything. This is literally the second time I've 'jumped' or whatever you want to call it after I was stabbed by some shadow thing." I reached up and grabbed at my hair as I tried to get myself back under control. "I don't know what I'm doing here. What I'm supposed to be doing. I've been told I can't tell you much of anything, by your younger self. So, sorry, if I'm feeling a bit overwhelmed. It's only been a few hours since I thought I died and apparently, that doesn't count towards discovering what's going on."

The Doctor grabbed my hand, making me glare at him from over my shoulder. "Russell, please. Just let me explain."

"Explain what? Knowing you, I'm not privy to know what's happening so you're just going to ramble on about how I'll find out later and 'spoilers' or whatever other nonsense you'll come up with."

"Well, yes, but—"

"But nothing. I get it. I know that I can't keep asking, but what the hell do you expect me to do when I'm just chucked into this mess, huh? What am I supposed to do when I don't even know you, and you're expecting me to act and be someone that I'm not?"

"But you are her! You're still Russell!"

I yanked my hand from his, throat already growing tight as my tight rein on my emotions slackened. "I'm not! I'm not your Russell! And I don't even know if I want to be, because I can't even find out what the hell is going on! So, do me a favor and drop me off back at my job, a few minutes before my shift ends, and just leave me be."

He hesitated, reaching for me before clenching his hand and turning to the console.

"Alright. I'll take you back." He murmured as I closed my eyes and pressed a hand to my face in frustration; shaking.

The Tardis landed—a smoother ride than how the Tenth drove—and I went to the doors.

"I won't apologize." The Doctor said before I could go and I flinched. "For not telling you and for trying to keep you with me. I won't apologize for that, Russell."

"I never told you to," I muttered, walking out and listening to the Tardis vanish from behind me as the clock chimed and I went to meet up with the morning shift. "I just need time."