Child of Nowhere

221b Baker Street

AN: Sorry this took so long! I was adding this story to Wattpad, had an 80 hour work week, and am on a trip to San Diego with my aunt. I hope you like it.

Spoilers to Lilo and Stitch. Be prepared for feels and whump.

==CON==

==CON==

The TARDIS had guided Rose and I along to our new bedrooms in the same stretch of hallway. It was close to the door to the back of the console room. Rose had her room across from mine, so I guess that's a plus. It had some Gallifreyan circles at eye level, but a little bronze (or what I assumed was bronze) translated name plate beneath them.

I will admit, it was always an ego boost to see my name in bronze. It had one of those cool sliding doors that disappear into the wall, so I slide my door open.

My jaw dropped, staring at the room in awe. The door closed behind me as I walked in, almost making me feel cut off from the Whoniverse. It wasn't too big, or too weird. It was just a sucker punch to the gut.

When I was in my mid-twenties, I had been kidnapped and trapped by a guy named Tobias Hankel. Needless to say, I went somewhere Disney to stop the nightmares. Like when you watch Disney princess movies after a horror movie. It was an effect method. I didn't go to Disney princess movies, no, that was in my forties. Twenties, I went to Lilo and Stitch.

Through a strange set of circumstances, I ended up being the adopted child of Jumba Jookiba. It was perfect, better than. Though mentally at age twenty-seven, I had the body of a six year old. I was reliving my childhood, but with less bullies and more aliens. Jumba (Or Pops, as I later called him) taught me how to make crop circles, and gave me my knack for tinkering. I even learned some genetic sciences from under him, as he was always open to share. I was proud to call him Pops.

Then, a few months after I celebrated a whole decade linear with them, I died. Stabbed, right where the X now rested on my stomach. It was the first time I'd ever been fatally wounded, and it caused a whole new set of nightmares. Even more so when I found out I'd go through puberty all over again.

This room was just like my room in that old house. It had sky blue walls, absent of all of my blueprints or ideas for new robots, and the floor was tan carpet bare of any clothes or shoes. On the wall to my right was my bed, at it's end was a wooden wardrobe. Straight across from the door was where the window had been, the curtain had usually been drawn so I couldn't see the jungle just outside my room. The wall on my left I had a big wooden desk with a black cushioned chair, with a stack of blank notebook papers and a pencil holder filled with black pens. Where the window had been was now a cork board, with a small bowl of pushpins beside it. The breeze was made by a fan overhead, plain white wood but with pale yellow star shaped pull switches. The ceiling was midnight blue, with some of my favorite constellations in what looked like glow-in-the-dark stars. Virgo, Gemini, Orion, Big Dipper, and Sirius. There was a one random one that was completely unknown to me, so it must be one in this universe.

My bed was made, the black cover pulled over the blue pillow and blue sheets, if it was an exact copy of the old room. It was something that I hadn't seen the ten years I had that bed. It was a bunk bed with silver metal frames, a thing I had requested after adopting my own experiment. He ended up sleeping on the bottom bunk, because he apparently liked it. I was cool, because that meant I got to climb up a ladder.

The room still felt the same, like I had left for college and came back home. I walked over to the desk, tossing my bag onto my bunk.  I inhaled, smelling green apple and peppermint. Not my favorites, but this body seemed to love them. With a heavy heart, I sunk into the cushioned chair. It was a nice chair, comfy. I could see myself working for hours on Planning or sketching new designs. I glanced to the right, noticing a bookcase that I could have sworn wasn't there a second ago.