Doctor Who and Jessica Jones

Chapter 2 Not Kilgrave

Jessica watched warily as the 'Doctor' happily munched on the poorly wrapped shawarma. They were currently sitting in Shawarma Shack, which was two blocks away from her apartment, across from each other at a booth by the walk by window. The meat was falling out at the end every time his teeth tore into the wrap, his fingers squeezing into the middle. She considered him as he spoke with his mouth full and eyes wide with excitement. Her fingers clenched tightly into fists on her lap to keep from shaking.

"…lovely of course. People assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect. But, if you really think about it from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint, it's honestly just a big ball of wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey stuff. Oh, I really love saying that. It got a nice ring to it, don't you think?"

"So," Jessica drawled in a forced dull tone. "You're telling me that you are a little green alien that travels through time." She said,

Perhaps Kilgrave lost his memory when he somehow came after having his neck snapped and completely lost it.

Yet the lopsided grin and the wild excitement that was barely contained in eyes that were ancient as if they witnessed the entire universe, were hard to rationalize. His upbeat attitude and angsty sassiness separated him from the Kilgrave she remembered. Kilgrave always had his hair slicked back while this 'Doctor' had it disheveled. While Kilgrave kept his clothing style prim and ironed, this version of him adorned a striped pressed suit with converse sneakers and a large brown trench coat.

The Doctor looked affronted and rolled his eyes.

"Oh no. no. no. Why does everyone assume all aliens are green?" He question,

His features turned immediately grim as he leaned on his elbows towards the raven haired PI. The half-eaten shawarma dropped on his plate with a slight plop. His brown eyes bore into Jessica's intensely as his rogue Scottish-Britain accent deepened.

"No, I'm the Doctor. I'm a Time Lord from the planet called Gallifrey in the constellation of Kasterborous. I'm nine hundred and three years old. I fly on a ship called the Tardis. And that's what I am, just a traveler. Imagine it, no tax, no bills, no boss. Just the open sky. Forever wandering through space and time alone. I am last of my kind." He leaned backwards,

Until his back touched the booth and crossed his arms behind his head.

"Come on. You are Jessica Jones. Private Investigator. Use that fantastic brain of yours. Nothing is impossible otherwise where is the fun in believing in the possible? The universe is big. It's vast and complicated and ridiculous. And sometimes, very rarely, impossible things just happen and you call them miracles."

Blinking, she shifted uncomfortably. The attack on New York two years prior uprooted from her mind as the memory taunted her in proof to his words. She shook her head.

"It's impossible. What you're saying is insane." She tried,

To rebuild her life as a private investigator, dealing with cases involving people with remarkable abilities in New York City. After Kilgrave and she couldn't help the suspicion that he was just confusing her for his own means. It didn't surprise her that he made himself out to be this 'savior of planets'. He was a terrible man that didn't see himself as terrible, but rather a liberator. He justified using his mind control for the greater good. Standing up, she grabbed her leather jacket after slapping a twenty down.