His eyes closed, Theodore read Lila's mind, the many layers of her mind, he carefully sorted until he found the memories of the class squirreled away. Carefully, he treaded through the memories as it's re-enacted in Lila's sub-conscious mind. Even though she might've not remembered it in her conscious mind, her sub-conscious still carried the memories. Her eyes might've not seen every detail, but her sub-conscious mind picked up the slack.
As the imagery restructured and showed the classroom in it's entirely, Theodore watched the events unfold as he stood to the side. The memories don't treat him as if he's there, he's just watching them through a looking glass.
He sees Lila coming through the door and walked down the stairs towards the row with her seat and sat down. She pulled on her long-sleeves as she settled, looking towards her classmates as they're quietly waiting for Professor Stanford. They didn't even register Lila's presence.
Theodore took the time and went towards them as he studied them through the lens of Lila.
With a limited capacity, he's able to interact with the memories, if he remains in the same space as the memories, he won't have any problems. His scope limited by what the subconscious mind remembers, but that's expected.
Shemi and Eve sat together, the others close by, and Theodore looked closely at their faces.
There's bruising on their necks, he can tell by looking at their barely exposed necks covered by the turtlenecks.
Theodore noticed there's marks on Shemi's wrist, that she hid with her long sleeve.
He checked the other students, finding that hidden from sight, there's marks on them, hidden by their heavy clothing.
On his way returning to Lila, Theodore sees the coin underneath Eve's hand. He reached out and grabbed her hand, lifting it up. There's a coin with the head up, Theodore's able to view it precisely.
No one he knows.
Flipping the coin, Theodore sees the other side, completely marred, with chips on the edges, the whole side completely scorched by something. Heavy gauges going through the woman and her scale.
The woman's not Libra or some representation that Theodore's aware of, someone else, but he doesn't know her.
He sees faint grooves behind the woman, but they've been damaged and he can't see them.
Flipping back over, Theodore studied the background behind the head. Faintly, he sees similar circular grooves of different shapes and sizes that interconnected parts, but they looked like someone filed them, so they wouldn't show up easily.
"Stranger and stranger," Theodore blinked as he sat the coin back down in its original spot before placing Eve's hand on it before heading back to Lila.
He stands by her while with his hand out word, swiping like he would on a mobile, moves the scene forward when the professor arrived in the class.
Silently, Theodore watches as Professor Stanford arrived and took the books and papers from Lila, bringing them to his desk as he began class while looking through her papers.
Catching that detail, Theodore looked back at the students. They didn't have books or papers, only Lila. Looking back, he hears Professor Stanford talking.
"Today's lesson, class, is childhood trauma," Professor Stanford tells his class as he sat Lila's homework on the desk. "How do children handle them and how it effects them. You've already done your homework, but our new student Ms. Stevenson hadn't, and now that she did, I believe it's a good time to expand what our answers are."
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The Bizarre Adventures of Doctor Who
FanfictionIt's never easy stepping into the shoes of the Doctor-more when you're his son-and so, begins the tale of Theodore Levy Smith. The son of the Doctor. Or specifically, his second son. His father's the progenitor of the title and it'd seem that the ti...