Child of Nowhere

Long Game

AN: I would just like to say the world has suffered a real loss with the surprise death of Christina Grimmie. She was shot and killed at a performance on June 10. Most of you should know I chose Christina as the face of 2nd Terra, so this came as a shock to me. I don't think I'll forget her because her music was what brought me to her, and her personality was a shining light on anyone that really knew her.

My heart goes out to those shot and killed in Orlando. I have a very close friend in the LGBT community, and it would shatter me if he died, so I can only imagine the pain of the families of those involved. It hurts to see that magical place usually referred as Disney World's home or Universal's home, now be the subject of pain and loss. The victims are in my thoughts and prayers, and I hope this tragedy inspires people to let go of the hate directed at the LGBT community.

Alright. Sorry about the depressing subjects. Back to Who.

Gotta say, I am loving all of the reviews. You guys are the best! I made Dalek pretty heavy, so I tried to make Long Game light. (Key word is tried). It took so long because now I've added it to Wattpad, and other stories.

==CON==

The box was sitting on my desk, taunting me. I wanted to see what happened, but there were all of these negatives thoughts. What if they were lost? What if they hadn't come looking for me and this was stolen? What if they were dead? What if they weren't?

There were dozens of other ideas, and none of them were good ones. I eventually convinced myself it was better to wait for when Adam wasn't on the TARDIS. I put on a new tunic, and grabbed a headband the TARDIS gave me. I made sure my bag was still there, and all of the buttons. My lollipop necklace and TARDIS key were hanging from my neck, safe and sound. I even fixed the chip in my nails.

My body was somewhat sore, which should wear off in a couple hours I hope. There was no time to rest, to get a long night of sleep in my bunk bed. Long Game was needed first, the job was needed first. I had to get back on track. I lifted a hand up to my chest, feeling my first heart beating then moved to the second. The four beats that I had been used to for two months, now felt odd and misplaced. Like me.

When I put on my jeans and, I stared at the strands of choppy and short brown hair. 'Brown...my Fourth self will have black. Suppose that's a plus. I only have to die twice, or I could just go Home.' I looked down at my body, like seeing it for the first time. I had some curves, though they were mostly at my hips. My arms were a bit on the muscular side, and not to mention my spotty freckles.

My room lacked mirrors, though it didn't take a genius to figure out why. Mirrors had not been my friend in the 30, every reflection tinted red with blood and covered with sharp jagged teeth. Some days, I was scared that if I looked into one I would see her.

More than that, I didn't exactly like the body I was in...any body I was in. Despite trying to shake them off, Van Statten's opinion of me stuck. 'I dug myself deep into a pit of despair. Who knows how long until I can crawl back out.'

Why was I having all these doubts and stuff now? I shouldn't be...I should be out there in the console room being my proud and unusual self. I wasn't a victim, I was strong. I wasn't a nothing, or a freak.

"My name is Terra Johnson." I said to myself, staring at the homebox. It was one of those rare Jumps where I had complete confidence in who I was, and what I did. "I'm a Time Lady." 'Storyline, I think that's the first time I've said it out loud.' "I'm Terra Johnson. I'm a Time Lady."

It was like I was trying to convince myself of it. I had known for months I was a Time Lady, yet saying it out loud made it real. I wasn't a Jumper, I was a Time Lady. I wasn't...my old self, I was Terra Johnson.