A Demigod in the Tardis

Chapter 2

The Doctors P.O.V.
Even I know what it feels like to be left out.
The moment I saw the kid, it didn't take more than a minute to figure out a lot about him. He was in a forest, alone, so he couldn't have been the most popular person. And between the lack of smiling and the sad look in his eyes, it wasn't anything short of obvious he was a melancholy person overall.

Nico di Angelo, he had said. The name was Italian, I knew, but there was something off about him. He wasn't Italian. Hades was a Greek god. If whoever his father was had a Greek name, he might have been Greek too.
The change of emotion on his face when he had stepped in the TARDIS had been dramatic. You could tell he was fascinated, even if he did try to not show any emotion. Everyone in the world has inner child inside them somewhere, and his had shown right then.

And it hasn't taken me much after that to ask him to come. He was in obvious need of a companion, and I was in lack of one. There wasn't much more to think about.

"So, di Angelo, where'll it be?" I had asked him. Nico had still been rushing about the place, making sure it was real.

He didn't answer, and instead completely changed the subject. "Okay, so here's the thing. I've dealt with magic before in my time, and lot's of it. Yours is nothing like any I've seen before, and neither are you. You just... You don't have the aura most humans do. I can usually sense the living in humans, and even other creatures, the same I can do with death. But with you, it's different. You're obviously alive, from what I see, but you don't have the aura. It's as though you're dead, but you're here anyways. The same thing happens with the gods, but that's different. You aren't a god, are you?"

"You can sense death?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Did you not hear anything else I just said?" he asked, annoyed. This kid was straightforward.

"Right. I am, once again, going to sound crazy, but I think you're used to that. Your life doesn't sound ordinary either. But the thing is, although I'm alive, I've died. Many times. And each time, I look different. That may be why you can't sense my living."

"You aren't human. I know that. You call yourself a Lord of Time-"

"Time Lord," I corrected automatically.
"Yeah, whatever. I've never heard of that, but you don't seem to have heard of people like me. I like that. And that's the only reason I'm here," he huffed.

"Right," I responded. "So, where'll it be?"
He thought wistfully for a moment before answering "Could you go to Washington D.C. in the 40's?"

"Which 40's?" I asked.

"1940's. It...It's when I was a child," his voice lowered along with his gaze, "Before everything in my life went completely downwards."