A Match Made in Heaven | Doctor X OMC | Doctor Who

Amy's Choice

Things had changed, and Haylen didn't like it. Whatever had happened when his anger had overtaken him was to blame for all of this, he thought sulkily. He'd been blinded as the fire had ravaged through his very being, and when it had receded, finally, everything had been different.

The very world around him was changed, and it looked like it was going to stay that way, he thought as he clenched his eyes shut, refusing to take it in anymore. Once the light had disappeared, he'd been ushered into a room that was not his, by a combination of the Doctor and the Tardis, and he currently wasn't speaking to either. He knew it was childish to be taking out his feelings on them, but he was scared.

Everything was distinctly at odds with the way he remembered them, and he didn't understand.

The room he'd been in for the past few days (he could tell because it honestly looked like day and night happened inside it), didn't look like a room. It looked like it somehow held a forest in it's walls - not that he could see any walls. Once the door had closed behind him, it had disappeared.

So there he'd been, standing in the Tardis, but unable to tell for all that it looked like he was outside, all alone. If he hadn't been able to hear her periodically checking in on him, he'd have thought he'd been abandoned on some strange planet. It didn't help that he had a pair of oversized wings growing out of his back that he didn't know how to control. He had overbalanced a few times, only to find the ground rise up to meet him, literally, and help him back to his feet.

Everything had been too much ever since, and he'd thrown his bow tie away when it felt like it was going to choke him, ditching his jacket at much the same time. It was trashed anyway, he'd found once he'd managed to wrangle the offending piece of clothing off of his new (and incredibly sensitive) wings. He'd expected to be distraught about the loss of both of those pieces of his usual attire, but all he'd felt was relief that he didn't feel so restricted anymore.

That first day, he hadn't moved far from the entrance - or at least, where it had once been. He'd had to force down the urge to cry out in his confusion. Aunt Sharon had said long ago that he was too old to be doing things like that, but it was how he felt. He was all alone, and scared. He didn't know what was happening to him, and he didn't like it one bit. Not to mention the way that his emotions were swinging from one extreme to the next with barely any chance for him to identify them before they'd moved on again.

He'd hoped that answers might appear at some point, or at the very least, a person, when it was time for food to be delivered. It hadn't happened however. Food appeared on its own when he was starting to get hungry, and the bowls and utensils disappeared when he was done. Just as he thought he was going to have to figure what they intended him to do for a bathroom, another door had appeared. The normal looking bathroom inside just infuriated him more, not to mention how he felt once it disappeared when he was done.

He'd slept curled up in a miserable ball, on the surprisingly soft ground by the place where the door had been, his wings spreading out to cover him almost instinctively. That was the only good thing about it though, he'd found the next day. When he tried to make them do anything himself, there was either no response, or they'd somehow manage to smack him in the face. The next few days had been a merciless repeat of that first one. Needless to say, he was bruised as well as irritated the first time that the Doctor poked his head back through the newly reappeared door.

He spun around, crossing his arms and refusing to look at the man who was at least partially responsible for this situation.

'How are things going?' the Doctor asked, a hopeful note valiantly trying to break through the worry that Haylen could hear and feel coming form the other man.