I woke up groggily, head aching as I sat up. I groaned as I felt the urge to go back to sleep. I ignored the urge with great effort, knowing that I slept too much as it was. I sat up, looking at myself. A glowing golden aura was on my flesh, and I frowned. Time Lord tech, maybe? Must be might expensive, seeing as they're all gone now. Or he did something stupid and used his regeneration energy.

"Ah, you're awake."

"Sorry," I said, feeling like shit.

"You had internal bleeding. And external bleeding. The hospital almost couldn't revive you," He said, giving me a reproving stare.

I gave him a confused one, "Oh, really? It didn't hurt that bad…" I blinked. I mean, I guess it felt really fucking shitty, but not enough to really give me pause. I shrugged, "Thanks, I guess. If I can ask, where in the uh… Timeline are you? Have you… met anyone besides me yet? That interest you as a uh, companion?"

He shook his head, "None that survived."

"Oh."

He smiled tightly, "It's fine."

I shrugged, "Shit happens, I guess." I stood up, not stumbling, and the glowing stopped. The Doctor gave me an annoyed glare, but didn't say anything else.

We stood there awkwardly, staring at each other.

"So, am I on like… house arrest, then?" I asked awkwardly, shifting my weight and glancing down before looking back up.

"Depends on what you know."

"... Um. I know like… 12… 13… About 20 of the most important years in your life. Kind of. Spanning up to and possibly beyond 1200 years."

He thought on it for a moment, "You're sure they're the most important years?"

I shrugged, "The most interesting. Starting when you stole Sexy, and ending… Well, when my knowledge ends. You're ancient, so I don't really know when you end, to put it bluntly."

"So you know my past and my future. How is that important for the universe?"

"Because you're the most important being in the universe. At least, to my knowledge. Without your existence, quadrillions… Uhh, well more than that, quintillion to the power of twenty quintillion? Maybe more? Would be dead. The universe would end. Kaboom," I shrugged, "I mean, kinda? It's hard to tell, seeing as you almost end the universe as much as you save it… And that's just mentioning your past! Your future is much more… Important, I guess. Maybe I just like it more, hard to tell."

"So you know barely anything."

"What I do know is kind of big though. Though I guess what I know is mostly your fault. Some of it in a good way, all of it you fix or make better," I shrugged, shaking my head, "If anyone got their hands on my knowledge… Well. Trillions would die, at the very least. If the man who had been chasing me got his hands on this knowledge, which, let's be honest, he would have, the entire universe would be forfeit if he so wished."

"How can a human be so dangerous?" The Doctor asked.

"If you're talking about me, well, fuck off, and if you're talking about him, he's not human."

"What is he, then?"

"Spoilers," I shrug, "If you don't want to hang out with me, you could drop me off 2020. That's about where my knowledge of you and your future ends, with Earth at least. The M-an," I pause at my almost-fuckup, "Leaves by then. At least, my knowledge wouldn't be useful," I shrugged.

"Your knowledge only extends to Earth?"

"Well, no. But…" I shrugged, "Most of your adventures that I know of don't really have a set time. I only know one adventure not on Earth that has a time set to it. And that's legit the second adventure of yours I know, which I only know thirteen adventures for, you know, this regeneration."

He gave me a chill look, "Why did you make it seem like it was so important if you can circumvent it entirely by simply being a few years later?"

"Because I wasn't a few years later. Plus, if you hadn't noticed, by that time I was a bit delirious. Being chased by someone who was, literal moments before you arrived, debating on whether to eat me alive or not, while apparently bleeding out, well. I have a good reason for being so out of sorts."

It was silent. I turned my gaze to the room, and noticed that it was a simple room with a small cabinet and sink. Probably the lauded technologically advanced medical room the Doctor had, I mused, a small smile playing at my lips. He took me to a hospital, I thought, glancing at my still-intact clothes. Fanfictions were so fun-having sometimes, but his medical training was literal centuries ago, and I doubt he knew enough to heal half the injuries I saw in fanfictions. I eventually turned to the man himself, and observed him for a long time.

Everything besides his eyes looked exactly like Christopher Eccleston, from the dark hair to the leather hanging off his broad-shouldered frame. I frowned for a moment. The Doctor wasn't as unhealthily thin as Chrissie boi was during the show, was he?

Christopher Eccleston is an anorexic man during these times, and last I heard he was still struggling with it in… 2018? Was that when I read the news report? Probably. Odd memory to stick with me, I admitted, but my sister also was anorexic, so the knowledge stuck with me. I worried for days over his anorexia, before realizing that I was just some stranger that needed to mind their own business.

If I ever see him shirtless and I see his ribs I'm force feeding him until he's fatter than the console that he runs around.

"Like what you see?" The Doctor quipped, interrupting my glare at his solar plexus. I frowned up at him, shaking my head as I tried getting rid of the worried expression off my face.

"Sorry," I murmured, observing his expression as if it could tell me if he was just as anorexic as his actor. He fucking better not be, I was worried enough for the actor, I don't need to be worried for two of the same avatar. I shook my head again. Avatar? What was this, a video game? No. I looked him in the eyes at last, and observed the darkness and pain hidden in the depths, hidden by anger, brooding, and, the most obvious layer, annoyance at me. I rolled my eyes at the last one, "You look annoyed," I pointed out deadpan.

"I am," He said simply.

A small silence ensued, and I hummed, nodding, "Of course you are. If I may ask, good sir, what is it that has you so annoyed?" I snipe, irritated as I crossed my arms and tried not pouting at the man. He was my storytime hero, of course I'd feel sad if he was annoyed at me.

"You. You're human, I checked. You have no psychic latency, and have nothing of importance to you. You brought nothing with you except your phone and backpack, both from the future… Are you a time agent?"

I blinked. Like what Jack was? "Uh, a Time Agent…" I hesitated, "The Vortex Manipulator people that go around and… Do something?" I clarified. He nodded. I nodded, "Okay, no. I'm not. You wouldn't believe the truth, though, and I'm kind of afraid of being forever imprisoned if I tell you, so I just won't, if that's okay?" I shrugged.

He observed me for a moment before nodding, "Sure."

The Doctor walked out of the room, and I followed behind like a duckling behind momma duck. I observed the console room, and watched as he input coordinates. I wandered to the railing and leaned against it, observing him for a moment. He glanced up at me a few times, but other than the ambient noises of the TARDIS and the clicking of buttons and flicking of levers it was silent.

I sighed after a moment more of silence and asked a question, "So, are you sending me to 2020 or are we going on an adventure?"

He paused what he was doing and observed me for a few long moments, "What's your address? I can take you there directly instead of just dropping you off anywhere."

My shoulders relaxed, my slouch getting a bit more prominent as my hopes were dashed. I understood, though. I was too dangerous, "Ah, I'm kind of homeless. Anywhere will do."

The Doctor stood still, staring at me. I stared back, confused, "I mean, I don't exist anywhere… So anywhere would be good. I could, I dunno, try and get back into the United States, I guess. Take the test and get citizenship…" I shrugged as I made absent plans. I couldn't keep a job for shit, so I'd probably end up homeless in someplace warm, hopefully. Maybe LA? No, I'd be dehydrated… Unless there were public water fountains? Bubblers? I shrugged again and shook my head as I stared at my feet, thinking.

Things typically worked out somehow for me, but that was in my other universe. I couldn't be sure Final Destinations wouldn't happen to me, and this universe's Earth was much more dangerous than my previous one, so I'd probably die anyway. I chuckled silently. Who knew, maybe my previous universe watched my back, and I always tried so hard to escape it… I feel kind of bad, now. Like the teenager I was, struggling to escape their mother's grasp only to realize that they were being protected and loved by said mother. Or, well, like a mother.

I frowned at the grating beneath my feet. Didn't really have a good mother, really. Nor a good father. Both emotionally absent, or downright cruel. Not the worst parents, not the best. I was a shitty child, I admitted. Still am. Bratty, cruel, lying, lazy, rude… I didn't have many good traits, did I? … I guess I was… Quick-witted? I scoffed silently at myself. Great. I was a smart-ass, so what? Where did that get me? I sighed.

The TARDIS shook, and I held on gently so as not to get thrown around. Oh, we were leaving. Off to a world that's not mine… I frowned. I kind of miss the homey feeling that my universe gave me. It wasn't perfect, sure, but it was damned near close to it. It was mine, and I was its. Would I ever see my Earth again? Laugh with my friends about COVID? Or whatever else would be relevant?

I felt myself slump even more. Would they even recognize that I vanished, or would they think I ran away? Would they think I just skipped town? Never to return? Would they think I killed myself? I hummed quietly to myself. I know the people I was staying with would assume I ran off.

"We're here," The Doctor's voice cut through my depressing thoughts and I glanced up.

"Where? Huh? What?" I asked, just to get a general feel of what the hell was going on. Where were we?

"America, 2020, Maine, 8 in the morning on a Tuesday. You should be able to get your identity in order here. Have fun!" He said. I nodded, smiling gratefully at the Doctor.

"Thank you, Doctor," I hesitated halfway to the doors, turning with a frown, "Make sure you eat enough, okay? If you see ribs you're too thin." I gave him a stern look, ignoring his surprised one as I spun around and walked out of the doors. I paused, glancing around. An office. Okay. I could work with this, I admitted.

I gave Sexy one last nostalgic pat, my smile bittersweet as I gave her a silent goodbye, before walking up to the bored-looking receptionist behind a glass panel.

Right. Time to take a test that I'll probably fail and get my identity.

I paused, eyes widening in horror. Wait, did I need an identity in the first place? Shit, looks like I was deported and homeless. Deported to where though? I frowned, before sighing, "Hello… Sorry, can I ask where I am?"

"The Social Security Administration. Can I help you?"

I blinked, and idea coming to me. I glanced behind me to see that the TARDIS was gone. Right. I'm doing this. I have to. I blinked, glad I had left my wallet at home. It wouldn't work, and I wouldn't need it, if I had my wallet, "Uh, sorry. I'm Azrael. I was wondering if you could put me in a foster home? I'm… Homeless… And I'm sixteen."

The woman gave me a dubious look, "Is that your actual name?"

I gave her a guilty look, "No, but… But I won't use my other one…"

"Do you have proof of age?"

I slumped, "No…"

She gives me a look, then looks at the backpack on my back, giving me a disapproving stare, "Do you know your social security number?"

I frowned, shaking my head, "What's that?" I played ignorance, "My dad never told me of things like that… He'd never let me get a job either."

"And what's your dad's name?" She pressed.

"Frank- uhhh nothing," I lied. I shifted guiltily.

"Why were you kicked out of your home?" She asked gently.

"I uhhh, well. I was being an ass, and he never let me cut my hair, so I did… And here I am," I shrugged.

"Did he hurt you?" She asked.

I frowned but didn't answer, speaking defensively, "Look, I don't know how to go about anything, but I thought this was the place to go… If it's not, please tell me."

The woman gave me a look, before sitting back and shrugging, "I already called the National Security. You're a Code Blue."

I gave her a confused look. She shrugged, "Blue police box appears I'm supposed to call and report it. So he left you here and you're trying to get an identity?"

I nodded, relaxing, "Yeah, essentially. I uh, should probably get going."

She smirked at me, "Not feeling so good now that the cops are called, huh?"

I frowned, "Well, more like I'd rather not deal with them. I'll just stay homeless, I guess." I shrugged and walked out, passing the familiar face of the blond that was in charge of Unit? Torchwood maybe? The one that was "In charge" during the Zygon Infestation. I slowly ramped my speed up to a jog as soon as I was out the doors, ignoring the black vans, and scary looking people as I slowly went into a few alleyways and then got lost.

Slowing to a walk, I sighed as I looked around, observing the area. I was so fucked. Whatever, I'd live, hopefully. Probably not.

Soon I found a road, and I perked up, only for a black van to pull up immediately. I frowned and backed away, turning only for a person to be there. I stared at the man, and he smiled. Nope, taking the black van route. I turned back around and walked, simply turning and continuing my walk down the street.

"Hello," The woman whose name I forgot walked next to me. I sighed. I'd not get out of this, would I?

"Heya," I muttered.

"I'm Kate Stewart, though you probably knew that," The woman said officiously.

I shrugged, "Might've. What's up?"

"Justice. The Doctor left you here, you were trying to get an identity in America, weren't you?" She asked. I nodded, "I can help you with that."

I stopped, and she stopped with me, "But first, why would he leave you here? According to my files he or she's never seen without you."

I blinked, "Ah. Those files are bull. He met me, realized I knew too much, and tossed me aside. He always does that to people who know too much," I explained.

Kate observed me, "You aren't actually sixteen, are you? You look… Well, from sixteen to nineteen, if I were to hazard a guess."

"Nineteen. Can't get an identity at this age if you don't have one," I muttered.

"Now you can. If you follow me I can give you an identity, a job, and a place to live," She offered.

I laughed once, harshly, "For what? I'm not getting mind-wiped daily, if you're asking me to work for you."

"No, I'm not. You really do know everything, don't you?" She asked, almost awed, but in a professional way. I gave her an amused look. Someone like her, awed by a layabout asshole that was somehow transported through the universes.

"Only a few things," I admitted with a shake of my head.

"More than most know," Kate countered, "Enough to be seen as dangerous by the majority of the countries. Be glad I got to you first, the American Government would have ripped you apart for information."

I shrugged, "Not that they'd get much. I could speak for eternities about nothing at all, and under torture the most they'd get from me is useless facts."

"Your useless facts tend to be world-ending," Kate stated.

"Huh. Did you know that ostriches are attracted to humans more than other ostriches? They're quite gay about it too, the females preferring female humans and vice versa," I stated.

Kate paused in her walk, before continuing as if I said nothing. Most people do, admittedly. I chuckled, a grin forming on my face.

"Is that world ending, Ms. London Tower?" I asked, having forgotten her name already.

"You must be young."

"I am a bit of an asshole," I admitted, "But yeah. I'm not the Doctor's companion yet, if ever."

I glanced over, stopping as I observed a statue, "Hey, we're in Maine, right?"

"No, we're in New York, why?" Kate refused immediately. I froze, eyes wide. Kate observed me, then glanced at the statue I was frozen staring at, "Is there something special about that statue?"

"No?" I squeaked, suddenly realizing that my worst fucking fears are reality here, "Oh my Sexy why?" I snapped to no one, shaking my head, "He missed! Of course he did!"

"Were you supposed to be dropped off in Maine?" Kate asked.

"Yes," I stressed, glancing back at the statue. I froze. Did it move? It so moved. Oh my god it moved. I'm so dead. We're all so dead. Oh fucking man, "Okay, okay, hear me out, since, you know, you know, I just fucking escaped the Master, right? He wanted to fucking eat me, yeah? That fucking sucked. Then I was saved by the Doctor, right? And I made a joke about Final Destinations, you know what that is, right?"

"Yes, I know of the movies."

"I bet my fucking life that this universe has it out for me. Want to know why?" I asked rhetorically, still waiting for the response.

"Sure."

"Because not only did I appear right in front of the Master, while he was all murderhobo and super hungry to eat humans, but then, then, I was put in the fucking state of Weeping fucking Angels. Are you fucking-" I glanced behind me, only to lose my breath. It was staring at me oh god oh no why.

"Weeping Angels? I've heard of them. They're statues, right? Living…" Kate noticed that I stopped walking, and glanced where I was staring, "Oh. You said this was an entire state of them?"

"Yeah," I said blankly, "I'd rather lose my head in the carwash, honestly," I looked away, staring blankly at Kate, "You know in the movie? Where that one chick loses her head to the ceiling window in her car while it was in a carwash? I'd rather have that happen. Or- Or the truck thing! Where I get impaled by a pipe! Why do I get the Master, and then internal bleeding, and then the Perfect Assassins! Oh my fucking Goddesses, have I done something so wrong that you deem it necessary to punish me so?"

"This is a busy enough street. I don't think they can move often, if at all," Kate said, not looking away. I shrugged.

"I mean. At least they don't kill you unless they're full or too weak," I admitted, "At this rate I'd only… well, I'd only be sent back in time, which isn't too bad, all things considered. Better than being eaten alive. Or dying from falling off of a building. I mean, even getting my neck snapped isn't the worst-" I blinked, hand raised to my cheek. I looked at Kate.

"You were having a panic attack," She said. I blinked, before shrugging.

"I'll take your word for it. You have Oswell. Oswin. Osborn. Os-"

"Osgood. Her name is Osgood," Kate interrupts me. I nod.

"Yeah, her. Hers," I nodded again.

It's silent on the way back to the black van. Kate scrunched her nose when I walked a bit too close to her, looking at me.

"We'll get a hotel in New York, New York, where I'll get you new clothes. You need a shower. Were you homeless that long?"

I hummed, shaking my head, "Fell into a trash bin. It's what saved my life, I think. Ah! My beanie!" I cried, hand on my messy hair. I pout as I fix up my hat-hair. It's still messy, just less so. My beanie was gone. I frowned, slumping, "Damn. It's in a trash bin in 2012. That sucks. Wait. 2008? Maybe 2009?"

I felt how exhausted I was suddenly, and realized that I had read once that sleep and being unconscious were two different things. I focused on that thought, trying to remember where I read that. I mean, common sense, getting your head kicked in wouldn't give you a restful sleep, but where did I read that it did nothing? Did ko-ing off of bloodloss count as rest? It didn't feel like it, honestly. I felt like I had two hours of sleep and the energy just ran out.

The streets were barren but lively, the cement and brickwork aged. Were we- no, of course we weren't in a good side of town. I just ran through like twenty different sketchy alleyways. What did I think would happen? I glanced around, trying to see the state of the area besides worn down, and frowned when I saw that the crowds of people were blocking most of my vision. I struggled to stay by Kate's side, and wondered how she even kept pace with me, who was rather good at blending into crowds.

Was it the pale skin? I looked at my hands, glowing in the low light. It was a cloudy day, a great contrast to the sunny day it had been back on my Earth. Would the day be the same here? If I went to 2020, the exact day I left, which I didn't know when it was besides sometime between late March and mid April, would the sky be brilliantly bright? Would the grass be glistening green? Would the heat be getting to me? I sighed, shaking my head.

How can someone so used to running away be so homesick? Why is it that I only appreciated my universe once it finally released me elsewhere? I wish I could go back, just one more time. To tell my universe how much I appreciate it, even though they aren't really sentient to my knowledge. To tell it that this universe, however diverse and adventurous it may be, would never compare to it. I blinked away tears. It was like saying goodbye to a friend you didn't know you had until it was too late. I wondered if I'd ever get over having feelings for inanimate things. I should name my previous universe, I decided. I previously have called it the General Universe, but that wouldn't work. It didn't sound important enough, and it had to sound brilliant. GU… Goo. No. Guhan. That flowed much better. Guhan, the General Universe of Stories and Other Such Escapisms. Better. It's long and important-sounding, so it'd have to do. I miss Guhan.