Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who nor any of it'd characters and species. I do however own Peter, he's my creation ok? Oh and it's 10th Doctor, you know, David Tennent the really sexy and slightly insane one.
Half Like Me
Chapter Two,
"Brilliant!" The Doctor said cheerfully, standing over the boys in the bed with his scanned in hand. "This is brilliant!" Turning he smiled at Rose and then explained further, "I am the last of the Time Lords, the last full one. He however is only half a Time Lord, the rest of him is human."
"Human?" Rose asked.
"He's immortal, has two hearts like me but the rest of him is Human, I doubt he even knows why he's immortal, knows what he is." The Doctor said putting the scanner down and sitting by the boy on the edge of the bed. "What probably happened is a Time Lord fell in love with a Human and produced a child during the war, before they were destroyed."
Rose sat on the other side of the bed and stroked the soft brown hair gently. Of course the peace full moment couldn't last. The boy jumped and sat bolt upright, pushing the two from the bed as he began to shout over and over as he did when he was alone in his cell,
"The King of England in 1272 was Edward I! Edward II became King in 1307! Edward III became King in 1327! Richard II became King in 1377! Henry IV became King in 1399!"
"What's he doing Doctor?" Rose asked worriedly, looking into the dull blue eyes which looked straight through her.
"That's the Kings of England," the Doctor said confused as the shouting continued. "That's why he was gagged, he's been in solitary for so long he's gone insane. Reciting things is common in lunatic's that have the uncontrollable urge to speak above all else."
"But we can help him right?" Rose asked worriedly.
"We can damn well try," the Doctor said. Calmly he put his hands on the boys cheeks, forcing his head around to face him. "My name's the Doctor, I'm like you. What's your name? Can you tell me your name?"
"Henry VIII became the King in 1509! Edward VI became the King in 1547! Mary I became the Queen in1553! BLOODY MARY! Elizabeth I became the Queen in 1558! James I became the King in 1603!"
"Can you tell me what your name is? Listen to me! I want to help you! What is your name?" the Doctor was shouting as well now, looking deep into the boys eyes which all of a sudden seemed to come to life.
"Charles I became…" the voice trailed off as his eyes seemed to brighten slightly and focus on the Doctor's face. "He became the King in…" A tear came to his eye and dripped down the pale cheek, "King in…Peter."
"Became the King in Peter?" Rose asked confused.
"Your names Peter?" the Doctor asked gently, still holding the boys face gently. "When were you born Peter? What year?" The boy shook his head. "Who was the King when you were born? When you were growing up?"
"I…I don't…Charles I became King in…"
"Peter listen to me, you don't have to be that way any more. You are free now, we have freed you from them. I promise you! When were you born?"
"K-King Henry III. I was-was born in the reign of King Henry III," the boy, Peter said slowly with a gasp, "I-I am free? You…you saved me?" The poor boy looked even more confused now and more tears came. "You got me out?"
"Yes Peter we did," The Doctor said gently. "Can you tell me the exact year you were born? I need to know."
"1256." The eyes looked over at Rose who smiled slightly at him.
"1256, that's the same year that the Time War ended, well to you humans that's when it was," The Doctor said, turning to Rose quickly. "Peter, do you know what you are?"
"I am different," Peter said with a gasp, "Always different, always moving, hiding, never getting older, watched mother die, running, witchcraft, I AM NOT ONE OF THE DEVIL'S OWN!" His final scream was like his madness earlier, breaking down into sobs, heart wrenching uncontrollable sobs. The Doctor pulled the boy into a hug tightly, pressing Peter's face into the side of his neck.
"You are not Peter, you are like me." Peter slowly stopped shaking, stopped sobbing and pulled back, his cheeks still wet. "I am a Time Lord, the last of the Time Lords. Have you heard that before?"
"Mother used to say that's what my-my father was," Peter mumbled. "That's why they burned her, madness. It's all madness. It's always been madness. Locked in cell by them, beaten, cut open, they looked into my soul and saw…nothing."
"No Peter, what they saw was a boy half human, half alien. That's all. You are a mixture of me and Rose here to put it easily," the Doctor said, holding Peter gently by his upper arms to steady him. "What they found was a boy who looked human yet was born nearly 800 years ago, a boy with two hearts beating as one. Two hearts like I have, like all the Time Lords had."
"You have…two?" Peter asked. "You're not joking?" The Doctor smiled once more and placed Peter's hands over his two hearts.
"See?"
"It's true, you are like me. I'm not alone!" Peter smiled for the first time and it brightened his face, his eyes brightened even more so much that they seemed to shine.
"No and neither am I," the Doctor said with his own smile. "For years I have thought myself the last survivor, you don't know how I felt when my ship picked up your reading, how angry I was when I found you like you were."
"He went mad, shouted like crazy," Rose said quietly in Peter's ear. "He hardly ever does that unless a whole planets in danger. That means your extra special to him. Even I don't get full on shouting when something happens to me." Peter smiled once again and took his hands away from the Doctors chest.
"But now that we've rescued you we can help you, look after you," the Doctor said with a smile. "Get you healthy and teach you all about the other half of your heritage. But first lets get you into some better clothes and some food into you. What do you think of visiting your mum Rose?"
"I think it's probably a good idea but Peter, be prepared to be smothered," Rose said with a laugh. "She'll pet you like anything, feed you too much food, ask lots of questions and in the end flirt with the Doctor. And she'll talk non-stop."
"This is good?" Peter asked.
"No." The Doctor said quickly while Rose simply laughed, "Rose's mum flirting is never good. But lets go!"
"You're always dropping in out of no where, no care for my feelings, bringing trouble whenever you do. This time you've brought a poor boy you've got caught up in everything, he looks scared to death. Take him into your bedroom love and I'll put the kettle on, you'll have to kip in with me and the Doctor can sleep in here, I' not having you two sleeping in here together."
"Mum," Rose said sharply.
"Well I wont have it. Poor boy looks scared enough without you two carrying on together here. Get him into bed, there's still some of Howard's pyjama's in my room for when he stays over, you can get him into some of them. Two sugars Doctor or just one?"
"Two please," the Doctor said slowly.
"So you're still with Howard mum?" Rose asked quickly.
"Yeah, almost a year now, get moving you two, he looks about ready to fall asleep on his feet! I can't believe you two and the things that happen to you…" she continued to talk as she went into the kitchen while Rose and the Doctor helped Peter into Rose's very pink bedroom.
"Sorry about the colour," Rose said in Peter's ear as they sat him on the freshly made bed, it seemed old habits died hard for Jackie Tyler and laundry day was one of them. "When I was a teenager I loved pink."
"It's alright," Peter said quietly, "I like colour, I've been in a white cell for the last 60 years since my capture in Roswell at the end of World War Two. The only colour I ever saw at first was peoples eyes, then I just stopped looking." Rose nodded sadly and rubbed his arm before going to get the pyjama's. The Doctor meanwhile helped Peter out of his ripped shirt. "It was easier on me than looking and remembering before."
"You must have some amazing memories, just like me I suppose," the Doctor said with a smile as he pulled off the socks on Peter's feet. "Care to do your own trousers? Or will you allow me to help?"
"Can you help? I don't think I have the strength any more, I am so tired," Peter said with a loud and wide yawn.
"Alright quickly stand up, this'll be done in no time at all," the Doctor said calmly, pulling Peter to his feet while undoing the tie on the simple trousers, letting them drop around his ankle, "Oh…no underwear."
"Oh my!" Rose had returned, "Doctor! You can dress him." With that she threw the striped pyjama's to him and he quickly helped him into the pyjama trousers, then the shirt. Peter was blushing deeply so the Doctor decided not to either press the matter, apologise or tease him, especially tease him.
"There we go, now into bed," the Doctor said calmly, tucking Peter in firmly. "I'll be out in the lounge if you want anything. Sleep now." He turned to go but Peter grabbed his arm in a death grip.
"Don't leave me alone! I don't have to be alone any more! I don't want to be alone! Can't be alone!" Peter was panicking, breathing heavily and sharply. The Doctor sat beside him and pulled him into a hug once more.
"OK, I'll stay with you until you fall asleep…or Jackie comes with the tea that will probably taste worse than usual," the Doctor said light heartedly with a small smile. Awkwardly he moved so that he was sat with his back resting on the headboard of the bed, Peter snuggled up in his arms like a child he hadn't been for hundreds of years. "Feeling better?"
"Y-Yes, I was always alone, always. I couldn't have friends before because they would notice and then they kept me alone," Peter mumbled, pressing his face into the Doctor's chest. "Were you always alone?"
"Pretty much, it's the worst part of being alive forever, being immortal," the Doctor said gently into Peters ear, rubbing his back gently. "But I've had the odd companion, the odd friend like Rose. And now we've got each other."
"You'll stay with me?" Peter asked.
"We're from the same people, well mostly anyway. How could I abandon you after I only just found you?" the Doctor asked one of his usual rhetoric questions while holding Peter close to him. "Now go to sleep, I'm right here." Peter held onto the collar of the Doctors jacket with his hands but finally closed his eyes and slept. And strangely after a few moments of silence and peace the Doctor too fell asleep with his arms protectively around Peter.
"Aw bless 'em," was what Jackie said when she found them later, setting the two cups of tea down by the bed for them to had if they woke up thirsty, well if they woke up thirsty while the tea was still warm. And then she went back to Rose and continued her conversation about the Doctor's travelling habits and technique, Jackie complaining, Rose defending.
The two Time Lords woke when it was dark later, still curled up together on the pink and puffy bed that had been Rose's. And it was the colour that made Peter smile even more, the proof that he was either a)out of that place as they said, b)dead and in heaven or c)hallucinating. He hoped above all else in was a.
"Morning…although you can't really call it morning can you it's really night time so really I should say goodnight but that's what you say to people when they go to sleep at night so I can't say that either so I'll say welcome back, but then again that sounds…"
"Just fine," Peter interrupted the Doctor with a smile. "Is there…is there anything to eat? I haven't had food for a little while and then it wasn't really food, it was what they fed me on."
"Of course you must be hungry!" the Doctor said, smacking himself on the forehead. "How did I not realise that you would be? Stupid, so very stupid! Jackie!" His last word was a shout at the door through which a sleepy looking Jackie entered. "Our young friend," the Doctor paused and turned to Peter, "Do you mind being called a young friend at your age?"
"You can call me anything you want," Peter smiled. "Even grandpa although that wouldn't be politically correct."
"Right," the Doctor turned back to the confused Jackie, "Our young friend is hungry having been a prisoner for so long."
"Well why didn't you say so, I'll fix up something then shall I?" Jackie asked, already going to go back to the kitchen. "Or does he want take-out?"
"Take-out," the Doctor said quickly, "Pizza would be fine." She nodded and left, leaving the Doctor to turn to Peter and explain his intervention, "You don't want your first free meal to be something Jackie Tyler cooks, trust me." Peter giggled slightly. "Now, lets talk history."
"What do you mean?" Peter asked.
"I am fascinated to find out what type of life you've led, the things you must have witnessed, the events you must have been part of. I'm sure you've got some amazing stories to tell," the Doctor said with a smile.
"Well, yes I guess that's one way to put it," Peter said with a smile. "Where should I begin? I mean what part of history do you want to know about?"
"At the beginning of course, you're childhood onwards! Mind if I get Rose in here for story time?" the Doctor asked excitedly.
"Not I don't mind but you might both get bored with my life story, I have lived a long time you know," Peter said almost like a warning.
"Rose! Story time!" the Doctor called out and soon Rose was sat before the two men on the bed, smiling at them after commenting on how cute they looked, like father and son. She didn't miss the flash of hurt in the Doctor's eyes as she said that. "Take it away Peter, tell us all about yourself and then we will return the favour and tell you about us."
"Alright. I was-was born in the year 1256 as you know and in the reign of King Henry III. My mother was a simple farm girl, wasn't married so I was born on the wrong side of the blanket as the saying goes. I started working with her on the Lord's farm when I was five years old, old enough to do the simple work…"
A/N I couldn't resist putting chapter two up as well.