Humming. That's the first thing I hear.

I keep my eyes closed as I listen to the humming, trying to remember what just happened. I remember Thorton and Victor finding us. They shot Taylor, and then shot me. I was shot in the forehead, but how am I not dead?

I then remember: my healing factor. It worked.

When I open my eyes, I see that I am in a white room. The walls are decorated with circles with white light coming through them. Directly above where I am lying is some sort of circular table. I roll out from under it, and begin to stand up. As I stand up, I see that I am still wearing the white short and black pants I wore when I found Micky. My short still covered in blood from Micky and Taylor. I notice two new holes in my shirt, along with blood surrounding them. Obviously Thorton and Victor shot through both the hearts to make sure I was dead. Other than those, nothing has changed about me. But where am I? Maybe I did die and this is the afterlife.

When I finally stand up, I realize that it's not a table at all. In fact, it looks like a control panel. The top is decorated with different coloured buttons and levers, similar to the ones Howard had back during the war. In the centre of the panel, there are a bunch of sticks surrounding some sort of energy source covered by a glass-like structure. It is fascinating. I walk around it, brushing my fingers across the board, I stop at a screen. Currently, the screen is black, but who knows what it could show when it is active. I look around the room, there's a door with two windows at the top. Unfortunately, the windows are higher than I can reach, so there is no hope in me seeing where I am. Plus I don't really want to know exactly where I am yet, in case I am actually dead. Who wants to know they died because of their brother? Not me.

The room continues to hum, almost as if it was some form of machine, I decide to try to locate the source of the noise, and try to turn it off. However, soon after I begin my search, I hear the door begin to open. I tense up, first I find myself outside of my regular life, and now I'm going to be arrested by the death police for breaking and entering, or even for not leaving this room. Fantastic.

I stay completely still, maybe whoever is entering won't notice the bloody 5'1" girl with the messy ponytail, two bullet holes in her chest, and a steel bar welded to her arm. Not to mention a girl with bright green eyes. I can dream...right?

Four people enter the room. Three boys and one girl. They are all talking about some adventure on the moon, making me wonder even more where I am. I stand still, watching them, until the one boy, who has a soldier build notices me.

"Doctor!" He says, never taking his eyes off me, "someone's in the TARDIS!"

The man who apparently goes as Doctor turns around and looks at me at first with surprise, then with confusion. He walks towards me. He has dark hair, and is wearing a blue shirt and bowtie covered by a dark jacket. In his hand, he has a long silver stick with a light on the end of it. I step backward, fearing it's a gun or some form of weapon. He stops moving towards me.

"Easy my dear," he speaks, putting the stick away into his jacket, "I'm not going to hurt you."

I look at him suspiciously, "who are you? Please, where am I?"

The other three look at me sympathetically, the girl speaks up, "you're in the TARDIS. I'm Polly."

"I'm Jamie," the boy who first noticed me speaks up.

"I'm Ben." The other boy says.

I nod at them, "Keegan."

The man steps towards me again, "pleasure to meet you, I'm the Doctor."

I look at him, "Doctor who?"

"Just the Doctor."

Ben looks at me carefully, "why are you covered in holes? Two in the chest and one in your forehead. They look like bullet holes."

I look down sheepishly, "You're right. I was shot and killed. I escaped from a prison and was wanted by criminals. They found me and my friend and shot us both. I don't know where she is now, but I hope she's alright..." I trail off. Polly, Ben and Jamie are looking at me in horror, while the Doctor steps towards me again, offering me his hand. Carefully I reach out to him, only for his hand to go completely through mine. The Doctor grins, everyone else stares at him with confusion.

"What's going on?" I ask him.

"You're not physically here. You're a ghost." He replies.

"I'm dead?"

"No," he replies, "your body isn't physically here, it's an out of body experience human would call it.

"You're not human?"

"No."

"Great, along with everyone else I know. How am I not here, if I am here, speaking to you right now? If I'm dead, like a-a-a ghost, how can I be speaking to you?" I'm starting to get anxious, but I can't feel my heartbeats.

"It means you're not dead my dear," the Doctor explains, "you're still very alive. In fact, I could probably send you back."

I look up at him. I can go back? I can live? "How?!"

I watch the Doctor take out his stick again, "my screwdriver can help restart your heart."

"Hearts," I correct.

It's the Doctor's turn to be surprised, "pardon?"

I look at him, shyly smirking, "hearts. I've got two hearts. Right where the two bullet holes are." I point to the holes in my shirt. "It happened when I was in the prison."

The Doctor once again looks at me, before pointing the stick at the right heart, "alright. Are you ready?"

I look at the stick, widening my eyes, "what are you doing with that?"

The Doctor laughs, "I'm trying to send you back. You're not ready to move on my dear. The Timelords know about you. I'm going to send you back with the help of my sonic screwdriver."

I hesitantly nod, "I'm ready."

"That's very civil of you," the Doctor points the screwdriver at my right. Immediately I begin to feel a heartbeat. It feels so weak compared to having two, how do people survive with one? Soon after, my left heart starts to beat once again. I inhale a deep breath, I am alive. Not here physically, but alive.

"Doctor, look!" Polly exclaims as I watch my hands begin to glow a soft gold light. I watch the light climb up my body as it begins to glow brighter. I look at the Doctor, who is smiling and waving at me.

"Farewell Keegan, perhaps we will cross paths once again." He says as he gives me a final wave, I can barely see through the light, but I'm beginning to feel more alive.

I lift a hand and return the wave, "goodbye, and thank you."

My vision goes white.

TIME SKIP

"Keegan, you better get your dead ass up or the force will need to be with you." The first thing I hear after coming back from the dead. I open my eyes and see Taylor directly above me. I sit up immediately, and begin checking myself over.

"How...why...what?" I begin asking myself, what just happened? I feel my heartbeats increase; I'm starting to get anxious. I always do when I'm confused.

"Whoa, you alright?" Taylor asks me, walking towards me, "you're actin' like you've just seen a ghost."

I stop looking at my hands and back up at her, by now I'm shaking, "I-I-I didn't see a-a-a ghost, I w-w-was a g-g-ghost."

"Keegan, clam down and slow down," Taylor says, trying to keep her voice steady and low, "what's going on?"

"I-I saw a m-man with a s-screwdriver Taylor..." I say, trying to take deep breaths, only for it to fail, making me worse, "I was dead! H-He put a-a-a hand through...through m-my body! How do you expect me to STAY CALM?! They shot me. They shot you, then shot me! How...how th-the bloody hell am I alive? My healing factor? It's been years! I-I-I mean I'm supposed to be dead, LOOK! They shot me through both hearts and the brain! Look at my clothes!"

Taylor looks at me for a second, almost as if she doesn't know how to help me. Eventually she sits me down on the ground, where our blood still paints the street. It must not be too long after the incident, because we weren't taken away when we were dead. "Keegan, listen to me. You're fine, you're healing factor healed you. You say a 'man with a screwdriver.' What did he look like?"

I sit in silence, trying to slow my thoughts and speeding hearts. I close my eyes, trying to remember his appearance. I eventually open my eyes, "dark hair, blue shirt, dark jacket and bowtie. He had an instrument and a silver stick with him."

Taylor nods slowly, clearly thinking about what I just said, "really? Okay, umm ok. Anyways, are you alright?"

"Yes, I think so."

"That's good; maybe you should see some help."

"Not as a wanted mutant with two hearts and a steel bar holding my left arm together."

Taylor responds with a sideways smirk. I look at her clothes, ripped and covered in blood. I look down at mine again, still bloody and two holes pierce the centre.

"Maybe we should get some new clothes and then maybe...clean the place? There's still your salt spill, Micky's blood and these clothes are kind of shot," I suggest, grabbing Taylor's shoulder and trying to hold back a laugh.

Taylor turns around, wide eyed, "was that a pun?!"

I start laughing, "y-yes!"

She rolls her eyes, "fine, let's go...bitch."

I move to right beside her. I'm feeling a lot calmer already, "jerk."