A/N- I am so sorry for not updating for so long but I've been going through some stuff at home and could simply not find the energy to write anything. I'm also sorry this chapter is also short but many people have told me they would prefer it if they were shorter and more frequent and hopefully I will start to update quicker now. Feel free to leave any suggestions in the reviews and I really encourage you to so I get an idea of what you are expecting. Thanks for being so patient.

Chapter 7

I literally dragged myself through the halls as I sleepily mumbled. I had just woken up a minute ago and had been wondering how I had awoken in my bed since I remember the Doctor and I were watching cartoons yesterday after our adventure.

"Morning Sexy." I greeted the TARDIS, my voice still gruff from sleep, as I continued clawing my way through the halls.

Now that I thought about it, it was much more of an effort to drag myself through the halls than if I just got up and walked.

Screw that.

I stopped crawling around and pressed the side of my face into the cold floor. I was so tired.

I just want to crawl back into my soft bed and...

Pulled out of my thoughts by arms around my waist, I let out an annoyed huff of air as I was hoisted onto someone's shoulders and of course it had to be the bloody Doctor's.

I was still really mad at him. Our fight had brought back memories of my life in the other world and strangely, I could remember that bit. Like whatever was erasing my memory wanted me to keep that part of myself. That memory was what made me who I was before all this and right now, it seems clear enough.

Screaming.

The memory that never goes away.

Usually it was always followed by feminine sobs. Sobs that broke your heart.

The wailing that sounded so heartbroken.

Enough tears were shed to the point where I was worried I'd drown in them.

Feeling my bottom lip quiver and the self control that was left, fade away.

When I was small, I never heard them argue but that could be because I didn't want to. Ignoring what personally didn't concern me and denying what didn't fit into my 'perfect' life.

Now I understood. I had simply blocked it out before.

Life wasn't as happy and cheery as they had made it seem. Later on in my life, I began to notice the fact that everything wasn't perfect.

Little heated arguments that didn't seem that big of a deal, turned into full fledged out fights that involved a lot of crying and screaming. They always scared me with their fights but never like they did that day.

One day, they couldn't just deal with each other. My mom just broke down and closed off to everyone around her. My dad later tried to make it better but it didn't help this far in their fights.

When she got home from work, she wouldn't even look at me and when she thought she was alone, her screams came. Her screams were blood curdling screams. She sobbed and screamed until her throat was sore and when I tried to help her, she simply pushed me away.

I would get so depressed when I heard her cry that I would bury my face into one of my pillows and scream too. I never needed to worry about them hearing though. My mom's screams were always overpowering mine. You couldn't hear me even if you tried.

I knew that the fights were my parent's problems but they didn't know this hurt me too.

I always thought we were the one perfect family that everyone wanted to be like. Turned out we weren't. It took me awhile to notice it. We were just like every other broken family out there. We were desperately trying to hide it from the rest of the world. Even after I knew this, I still held hope.

Nothing helped.

We all slowly started to drift away into different directions. My brother wasn't born yet so it wasn't as tough as it would have been with him around.

Sometimes, the glares that my parents gave each, found their way to me. They were so mad at each other, they didn't care where they pointed the glares.

Was this my fault? Did I do something to cause this? If not, was there even a way to have avoided it? It didn't feel real, it felt staged.

I kept expecting it to be one big sick joke. That one day my mum and dad would just pop out in front of me, holding hands, and explain that it was all a joke. I needed it to be a joke. I needed to yell at them to express how angry I was, about how they ended up breaking me. They hurt my feelings, made me feel like I was the only reason they were both still standing in front of me. The reason why neither had walked out on the other. Like if I was in the way of what they truly wanted to do.

Over time, we were all empty shells of who we used to be. Later on, my mum sat me down to talk with her for the first time in weeks. She explained how she was hurt and that she couldn't be close to my dad any longer. She told me she was getting an apartment and asked if I wanted to move in. I accepted out loud but in my head I questioned myself about this situation. Did I really want to move in with my mom? After all I was only eleven and this seemed like such a big decision.

After I said yes and we moved away into a different part in town, my mum slowly came back to who she was. Not completely, but close. She wasn't as happy but it was enough to notice the change.

With the fight, we had all become broken in our own way. I still visited my dad but I felt like he thought that I was choosing sides even though he denied thinking such things. I began to really miss the family we once were or at least pretended to be.

I was always in tears and no one offered help. Friends at school ignored me now and other family wasn't a choice. They weren't great in the comforting area so I was left on my own.

About a month later, my parents got back together. I thought I would have been happy but when it happened, I got a sinking feeling in my heart. I didn't want them back together because they would then have the opportunity to hurt me again. They thought the fight was just between them but that was where they were wrong. I was always on the sidelines. Seeing everything that had happened had hurt me to an extreme point.

I knew that they would fight again, it was guarantied. I couldn't handle another fight. They had broken me. I pretended that it was all okay and that I wasn't even bothered by it but as it turns out, I'm a great actor. Too great in fact. I just need someone to see I wasn't okay and help me. I don't even know why I tried to hide it.

All that pain made me more of a thinking person. Debating on life and the consequences. Scared of loving someone because we could end up hurting each other or someone else. It kind of made me grateful though, it might have even helped.The Doctor reminded me of how it felt. When he was mad, he had glared at me just like my parents had. He did what my parents also did. He projected his anger onto me, his anger of the time war.

I let out a low growl as I felt the Doctor carrying me into my room before softly placing me on my bed.

"Hurry up and get ready Lexi." He said before heading toward the doors.

Come on, hold it in. You can do this! Screw the curious side of me.

"Lexi?" I tilted my head to the side as I questioned him. I saw him slightly tense up before relaxing again.

"I think it seems fitting."

I crossed my arms over my chest. I guess I kind of liked it, just a little.

I barely caught the smirk that crossed the Doctor's face before he left the room.

That idiot. He was just annoying sometimes. I threw myself backwards onto the bed, letting out a frustrated grunt.

"How do you deal with him Sexy? Don't you just want to dump him on a random planet and just ditch him?"

A scolding hum came from the walls freaking the hell out of me so much that I fell off the bed.

"Curse you." I mumbled before an angry sound followed.

"Crap! Sorry." I quickly sat up before racing off into the bathroom to shower.

Humming I headed into the console room waiting for the big adventure to come. I had put on black leggings that resembled jeans and my tardis blue converse. I was also wearing a light blue undershirt and a black college jacket over it along with my tardis bag. I had placed my stuff back inside of it and I was so ready for another adventure.

Also, I was kind of curious as to see how long I could be mad at the Doctor before he made me forgive him. I knew he would make it happen, whether he was conscious of it or not.

I raced through the halls with a skip in my step. I wonder where he would take us next. Oh, right. Rose. On the last adventure, we had actually gotten along. I let a grin cross my face as I reached the tardis doors. If I was right we were in the 'Aliens of London' episode and the Doctor got the time wrong. A whole year late. Huh, what an idiot.

I skipped outside to find myself in London. Now, if I could only remember where Rose's flat was.

Oh! I had that scanner thing that told me where the Doctor was. I quickly pulled it out and followed the signal until I was outside of their door. A lot of people were coming in and out of the flat. Jackie must have already told everyone that Rose was back.

I slipped in with a few people ignoring the looks that were sent my way. Seriously, what was wrong with them? Even if I wasn't acting weird, people just stared at me.

I clasped a hand over my mouth quickly when a laugh threatened to escape as I saw the Doctor and a little kid fighting over the remote. No, I was mad at him. Ignore him. But he looked so adorable!

This isn't working. Know what? Screw this. I raced toward the couch and jumped onto the Doctor's lap, scaring him pretty good. He looked down, ready to push off the person that had dared to jump on him but as soon as he saw it was me, his frown turned into a gentle look before he tossed another glare at the small kid.

"Sweetie, give me that will you?" I tickled the little boy until he let the remote go, running off squealing. I gave a soft smile slip as I handed the Doctor the remote and slowly leaned back against his chest, placing my bag on my lap.

I kind of zoned out after that, remembering what Gwyneth had said.

The big bad wolf is no more. It has seized to exist.

Crap. Something was very wrong here.

There's nothing you can do to bring it back.

And of course, I was stuck without being able to do anything. The Doctor had to regenerate at that exact moment or who knows what could happen, I didn't want to risk it.