Sorry, trigger warnings for this entire story. It's supposed to be realistic, and, well, the Doctor kills and people die quite a lot. Just a warning.

Sorry this took so long... I want to rewrite the entire chapter. What do you all think? Rewrite, make more realistic, or keep as is?

I woke up, groaning, and sat up, "Fuck, where'd I even get that injury?" I snapped to thin air.

"You had internal bleeding, remember?" The wrong Doctor said.

I frowned at him, "So my stitches ripped. Great. And… the TARDIS flew herself to Martha?"

"The cloister bells were going off, but when I tried seeing what was wrong a golden avatar screeched and pointed here, and Martha followed me."

"Not to be offensive, but she was after Martha. Not you," I admitted, "I requested a doctor, and I could only think of Martha since you'd been ignoring me. I presumed she took the time and location from my mind or my phone."

The Doctor observed me before nodding. He strided forwards and engulfed me in a hug. I hugged him back because I liked hugs at that moment. He was a good hugger, despite being a twig, I admitted to myself silently.

"I'm sorry," He apologized, "I'm so, so sorry. I didn't even pay attention to you… I'm sorry."

I accepted his apologies silently, exhausted.

"Where's Martha?" I asked.

"Sleeping. She showed me what to do and what to look for. After this I'm taking a refresher on being a doctor," He promised.

"Mm. Best not to. I'll not be able to tease you about being a bad doctor if you're actually a good one. Just get nanogenes," I claimed. I looked at my stomach with a frown. There were no scars, no threads, nothing, "Speaking of, where's the stitches?"

"Martha only needed to close the wound enough for me to heal it with regeneration energy," He supplied. I nodded absently.

"Let's test it, then," I stood up, strengthening my core as much as I could. He gave me a confused look The Doctor spun, my hand stinging as I watched him stumble, trying to keep his balance, "Oh, what do you know, good as new. My core really helped there."

"Ow," He exclaimed as he stood up, shaking his head and holding his cheek as he pouted at me.

I felt my cheeks flush. Oh my goddess he was so adorable. I rubbed my hands over my face. You ship him, River, and Jack. Don't ruin that, idiot. I looked at him again to see he was giving me a concerned look, "Oi," I grumbled, "Stop looking so adorable or I'll start calling you dogboy."

"Is that why you call me that?!" He exclaimed, eyes wide with the revelation. He gaped at me for a few moments, before speaking again, "You think I'm adorable?"

I blinked at him, giving him a confused look, "Of course I do. What did I say when you asked?"

"... Spoilers," He admitted.

I blinked, "Did I say spoilers or no?"

"You said that," He explained. I nodded.

"Yeah, I can see why," I looked at his converse, then up to his hair, "Because you're hot as fuck to Rose," I shrugged, "And Jackaboi Harkness. Did you two hook up yet, by the way?"

I observed his wince, realizing in that moment that Rose just left. Oops.

"No. Jack and I never hooked up," He quoted me. I blinked at him, frowning, before it turned into a pout.

"But why not? You three would make the perfect polyamourous relationship!" I whined in jest.

"I'm not hooking up with- aargh, you're so thick," He complained.

I grinned happily at him, sitting down just to wave my feet around, "Thank you. You're very melodramatic and oblivious too." I sarcastically put my hands in the shape of a heart on my chest. He rolled his eyes at me before walking over and sitting next to me. He slung an arm around me and I leaned into him.

He hummed, "You're very cuddly this early in your timeline," He observed.

"The only reason I don't sling my arm around you and hug you relentlessly is because I ship you with Jackaboi Harkness and the perfect third piece of the puzzle. I have restraint. I fucking love hugs. And walking with my arm slung around someone. And generally being close to people."

The Doctor sighed, his arm gripping me tighter for a moment, "Except with me."

"Jealous? It's okay, puppy-dude," I pat him on the head gently, "I like you just as much as I like the others. Probably more. Again, I have restraint, though. I'm probably used to avoiding doing it with you because, if you can't remember, your previous regeneration is about as kind about closeness as a cactus would be if you hugged him."

His face twisted, before he shrugged, "Eh. Yeah, I was, wasn't I?"

I hummed, not looking up at him even as I kept the hug up with him. This would probably be the last time in a while I'd get such a long and enjoyable hug. I had to stock up until Everest was big enough to hug, Jack got onto the TARDIS, or the Doctor hooked up with one of the two I shipped him with.

"... I'm glad you're alive," He murmured into my beanie.

I'm silent for a long time, just basking in much missed attention. Ah. A hug. What a nice thing to exist in the world.

"Am I?" He asked after a while.

"Hm?"

"... Am I hot to you?" He repeated.

I blinked, before chuckling, "I'll tell you when cats fly and River kisses me," I told. If River ever kisses me I'm either dead or my ship has fallen apart, so I wouldn't mind at that moment in time. Plus, if the Doctor ever got River to kiss me I'd owe him my life. She was a Grade A Badass, and anyone would enjoy that, despite me not really being into women.

The Doctor just sighed sadly.

Martha walked in a few hours later, pausing, "Oh, am I interrupting something, or…?"

"I've known him for little under a day, Martha. There's nothing to interrupt," I called with a sigh. I hopped off the table and easily hugged her, "Thanks for saving my life." I backed off, smiling at her for a solid few seconds before it dropped.

"Oh! No problem. We haven't met before, right? I'm Martha Jones," She introduced. I nodded once, giving her a firm handshake.

"Nice to meet ya, Martha. I dunno my name yet. Red- Justice I guess," I chose from my words on Platform One.

"Justice Red, yeah, I know who you are," Martha claimed. I shrugged, giving her a kind smile.

"Ah, at least I was nice enough to pretend not to know you," I complained good-naturedly, voice relaxed as I glanced at the two, "Uh, which TARDIS am I in, by the way?"

"We don't have ours yet, actually. We've been waiting," Martha claimed and I nodded.

"Okay. You can use this one to get where you need to go, if you'd like. Unless you don't want to."

"We've tried," The Doctor admitted, "No luck. She won't run for me."

"Probably because she's trying to remember the exact location and time to return me," I guessed, shaking my head, "All hail."

"All hail," Martha repeated.

I looked at Martha, and saw something glittering around her neck after she tapped it four times. A closer look showed a TARDIS blue TARDIS charm. I grinned and nodded at her.

She nodded back with a grin too. The Doctor groaned.

"Every companion I've had. Every. Single. One," He whined, "Even the ones that lasted a day!"

I turned to him with a grin, "Just giving her the praise and adoration she deserves. Plus, I'm ninety percent certain that some of them joined Whovianism only because it makes you react like that. One in particular."

"Jack was obsessed with the religion," The Doctor denied.

"That's brilliant. It's also a good religion to follow. Because, if I might say, she's the one goddess that's visible and obviously a goddess. Like. If she dies, the universe dies. That sounds awfully like goddesshood to me."

"All hail," Martha input.

"All hail." I repeated, both of us tapping our chests four times.

I blinked. Wait. Was Sexy amassing a cult? I grinned. I didn't mind if she was. She has to have some amusement to pass the time.

"Please, I'm begging you, please just stop. You're making her unbelievably entitled, please," The Doctor begged. I turned to him, tilting my head.

"Ah, the TARDIS has saved my life, Doctor. The least I can do is lavish her in praise and adoration."

"I'm the one who saved your life!"

"By following a signal that she put there," I argued.

The Doctor threw his hands up in an awfully familiar gesture. I observed him closely, before smirking. Looks like I was rubbing off on him. I bit my lip. Was that even a good thing? I was helping Sexy gain a cult-following, fucking up the timeline… And having the fun of my life doing it.

I recalled the question I asked, what could possibly make me forget how wonderful this is? Even when it's bad it's amazing… I'd never regret coming here… How could I? How could I forget how wonderful this is?

"Dogboy, looks like I've rubbed off on you. Those were my gestures. It's okay, though. Y'all need to go so I can continue my adventure and you can continue yours. Have fun!"

Martha was already leaving, but nodded and turned to go the other way in the hallway, "Come on Doctor. Can we pay respects to the shrine before we go?"

"I uh, haven't created it yet," I admitted, "It's my first day."

Martha nodded, "Okay. I'll pay double respects on our TARDIS."

I nodded in return, and she left. It was just the Doctor and I left, and when I turned to look the Doctor was just staring at me, contemplative. I gave him a confused look. We stared at each other for longer than strictly necessary.

"When cats fly… Who's River?"

"You'll meet her in a year or two, don't worry," I said, amused, "And there's a snowball's chance in hell she'll kiss me." He pouted.

"I don't want to wait a year or two! I want to know now," He whined.

I observed him for a long while. Nah. I wouldn't tell him unless those two things happened, which they wouldn't. I held my ship close to my heart, and I wasn't going to ruin it by my own hands.

"Fine. I'll tell you early if you fuck Jackaboi. No? Not happening? Thought so," I said, getting annoyed at how much I was getting swayed by his pleading look. I barely knew the man. Jesus, did he put all of his stat points into Charisma?

I shook my head and walked out, going towards the TARDIS, frowning at the streaks and drops of blood leading the way. Oops. Sorry Sexy. I tapped my chest four times with the tips of my fingers.

Walking along, I observed the console room. I saw the splatters where I fell into the TARDIS, three bloody handprints on the opened doors, Martha just outside the doors looking around.

"Doctor!" Martha called, scolding, "What took you so long? Come on! Our TARDIS just arrived!"

The Doctor, who I hadn't realized had been behind me, hugged me from behind once before slipping around me and loping towards Martha. Damn, he was so… Slender. Like… A midget Slenderman. Why was he so damned giant and thin? That was my goal in life. To be tall and thin, so that I didn't have to go on my tippy toes to see over others and so that I could slip through crowds easier. It'd be the perfect thing for my NPC energy.

I fell to the ground, hands landing in a puddle of blood as the TARDIS doors closed and Sexy shook, going into flight. Suddenly it stopped, and I stood up shakily, stumbling to my balance and ignoring my bloodied hands, knowing they'd just get bloodier if I wiped them on my shirt. I picked up my Hotel robe and put it on as I walked out of the TARDIS, wincing at the blood patterns left on her. I patted her exterior gently four times as a farewell and followed my own blood trail.

I sighed, bored after following the trail for fifteen minutes. Fuck man. I continued to follow the blood trail with a groan. Jesus, this was taking so damned long. Did I really make it this far? Fuck man.

An explosion shook the street, two people on the ground in front of the building. I jogged up, "Dudes, I'm alive! Surprise," I said with a frown, "Sorry Doctor, I was bleeding out. As you can see…" I gestured to the constant trail of blood. Charles looked at me like he'd seen a ghost.

"My lord! You've survived! How is that possible?" He exclaimed.

The Doctor rolled his eyes, "It wasn't that bad. Her hand was bleedin'."

Both Charles and I took a moment to give him an are you serious look. I laughed, shaking my head even as Charles Dickens tried explaining the severity of my injuries. You know it's gotten serious when Charles Dickens himself has to explain something obvious.

"No, her insides were slipping out of her stomach!" Is essentially what he said in poetic old-timey English, "My word, am I glad that you've made it alive."

I nodded, shrugging and looking to the Doctor, who suddenly looked like he wanted to be sick, "I'm still mad at you for being an idiot," I admitted as I walked up and slapped him as hard as I could, "So. Fun fact. Your future self is a bloody fucking idiot. You're a bloody fucking idiot and I'm going to punch you if you ever do something so stupid again."

"I admit to being confused," Charles cuts in right as I was about to slap him again, "You are… Slapping him for something… He hasn't done yet?"

The Doctor scowled at me, holding his cheek.

"Yes. Because what he did affects his entire existence and it was idiocy at its finest," I snapped, glaring at the Doctor.

"You flew my ship," He accused.

"No, she flew herself. I was trying to patch myself up in the med room. All hail her for it. I'd have died if she didn't," I frowned.

He looked mollified, "What did I do?"

I lifted my shirt slightly, showing off my excruciatingly bloody stomach, making the Doctor look slightly uncomfortable, but Charles was the one who was shocked.

"The wound- it's entirely gone! The stitches, the- he did that?" Charles exclaimed, wide eyed, "How- I'd call it impossible if not seeing it with my own two eyes!"

The Doctor observed the wound closer at Charles words, and looked distinctly more uncomfortable as he looked at me searchingly, "I…"

"Yes," I hissed.

"That?"

"Yes," I snapped out.

"I must really care for you, then… First my sonic, then… that," the Doctor said searchingly.

"It just proves what a sappy idiot you are!" I snapped out, poking him harshly in the chest with each word, "It. Wasn't. Necessary. And. You. Did. It. Anyway. Like. An. Idiot!"

"Should not you be thanking him for saving your life?" Charles asked.

I sighed heavily, "You don't understand the severity of what he did, Charlie boy. Imagine it like… Giving up thirty years of your life to heal a friend's papercut. Not worth it, not necessary, and not happening again unless you want a few missing teeth."

"It wasn't a papercut!" Charles argued.

"Ratio it, Charles. How long does a papercut heal versus how many years did he give up. It would've taken a few months to fully heal, which I could easily have done. How many years do you think he gave up?" I was glaring into the Doctor's eyes, "Because what I knew from when he did it- which he won't- in the future beyond even me, it took quite. A. Fuck. Ton."

"Don't give all my secrets away," The Doctor warned.

"Awee we can't keep him?" I begged, anger vanishing in my disappointment.

"Keep… Me?"

We both unanimously decided to ignore him.

"No."

"Please? He can have a few years with us, it won't change his future!"

"No."

"Oh come on, you know you want to."

"I can't."

"Yes you can."

"No. I can't."

"Please?"

"No."

"Come on! Just one adventure!"

"... One."

"Yes!" I celebrated, jumping up and down in excitement.

"If I may, keep me for what?" Charles asked.

"Charlie boy, do you wanna see something amazing beyond anything you've ever seen?" I asked happily, still jumping in excitement. He gave me a cursory once-over, looking unbelievably confused.

"Have I not already?"

"Better than that," The Doctor scoffed, "You've seen nothin' yet."

"Well, I'd say," Charles muttered, looking between the confident Doctor, the overexcited me, and the burning building behind us, "How long will it take?"

Sorry this took so long... I want to rewrite the entire chapter. What do you all think? Rewrite, make more realistic, or keep as is?