The Man From Her Dreams ☾ Doctor Who Fanfiction

Chapter 3~ Who?

Elizabeth as a 16 years old:

Guess who is turning 16 today?
Me!
And guess who's birthday no one remembers?
Mine!

As you can see, my self-esteem didn't grow.

Technically this wasn't even my birthday. This was the day I was found. I had no idea when I was actually was born.

As in all my birthdays, I was sitting on the roof and watching the sunset.

A cool wind bit on my shoulders causing me to shiver. Unluckily, I didn't have a jacket with me.

So, instead, I rubbed my shoulders trying to feel warmer.
That worked for a bit, but not for long. So I decided to focus on my thoughts.

I haven't had the dreams with the Doctor since we saw each other that night, 2 years ago. I always thought once there was no dreams, I would be normal. But now that it was possible... I want everything back. I wanted the Doctor back in my life. I wanted to feel special again. But nothing of it happened.

I even started forgetting his face. That beautiful not-ginger and messy hair or just his black. Those beautiful brown eyes or blue ones.

Luckily, I still had my old drawings of him. I could've just thrown them all out and start a new life. A normal one. But I didn't want to be normal. Normal is boring.

I smirked remembering those words and like the Doctor said them. He promised that he would've came back. But he didn't. Is it because of what I said before leaving? Is it my fault he didn't come back for me? If it was, then I would've killed myself.

I let out a sigh. I want him back.

I closed my eyes, which would've stop the tear in my eye to slide down. Then leaned my forehead on my knees, which I brought to my chest and hugged with my arms to keep warm.

I sighed again trying to forget and never remember. But how was that possible? That man was everything for me. My entire existence. Literally.

«Nice view from here.» I heard a man's voice saying.

I looked up to see a tall man with gray hair and blue eyes. He wore a black jacket with a hoodie and black pants. I wanted to ask who he was but, instead of that, I smiled at him.

«Loving it almost.» I said. Like if I knew the man from ages, even though I never saw him in my life. Or at least that was what I thought.

«May I enjoy it in your company?» he asked, his look lowering to the spot next to me.

I let out a chuckle.
«You may.» I then replayed with a smile. He smiled too. Then sat down next to me while I looked ahead at the sunset.

Suddenly I felt something being but on my shoulders. I turned around only to see the mysterious man putting his jacket on me.

«Oh, you don't have to-» I started.

«But I want to.» he cut me off. I smiled gratefully then looked back at the sun. It was going down, slowly.

With a corner of my eye I saw him looking at me. «Did you want something, Sir?» I asked politely turning my face to face her.

He didn't move and was still looking at me. In his eyes I noticed an admiration. Was he admiring me? Who even was he?

He just smirked.
«You never change, Elizabeth.» he calmly said, ignoring what I asked.

That made me slightly panic.
How did he know my name? And why was he talking like if he knew me from a long time? And then I recognized that eyes. That eyes ready for the war. For revenge. The Master.