L E G E N D S (A superwholock fanfiction)

Chapter 4- Locked in

"OH COME ON!", I yell as I give the TARDIS doors a hard pull. "She let me back in so why can't she let me back out?" I press my forehead against the wooden door and feel a hand on my shoulder. I lift up my head to see the Doctors apologetic look. "We'll keep trying Clarke. I promise," the Doctor lets his hand fall and walks back toward the console. I sigh and walk over to the railing, running my hands over the cool metal. "Could we go back? And save Robert?" I ask. "His death is a fixed point in time. Saving him would create paradox after paradox," the Doctor flipped a switch on the console and the engine of the TARDIS began to hum. "What about Rose? How come the TARDIS let her go home?" I questioned. "Don't know honestly. She's never locked people in without a good reason," the Doctor frowns. "Is this a normal thing you and Rose do? You go on adventures and then take her home to see her mom?" the Doctor nods at my question. We both stand there for a few quiet moments and listen to the hum of the TARDIS. "You could come with me," he blurts. I stare at him with wide eyes, suddenly feeling extremely awkward. "Well, it's just, you aren't exactly going anywhere since we have no way of getting you home. Well technically, we are in Los Angeles but you can't open the doors. But you could stay. The TARDIS has plenty of room for you to stay in. Oh, and did I mention that we do have a giant library with a swimming pool. You can read and swim at the same time. Although the books would get wet it's still very fun. And there's a kitchen. But I don't actually know how to cook. Rose usually does all that," the Doctor stops talking and stares at me. I stare back and suddenly start laughing. "What? Did I say something funny?" I shake my head and catch my breath. "I can't believe I'm talking to an alien about swimming pools in libraries while standing in his spaceship that looks like a murder box," the Doctor gives me a small frown while tilting his head. "Come on. I can take you anywhere you want. There's a whole universe out there to explore. Endless possibilities."

Should I? Is running away really going to fix the deep shit I put myself in? Well that's what you've wanted all along, isn't it? "I mean, I guess," I casually say. A large grin spread across his face and he spun around and placed his hand on a giant lever. "Hold on."

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"Ready?"

I nod and nervously place my hand on the door handle. With a swift motion, I pull open the door, revealing the outside world to my eyes. My mouth drops open as I take in what lays before me. "Go on," the Doctor urges. I give a quiet laugh as I carefully place my foot on the turf, seeing the grass wiggle around my shoe, showing off what looked like tiny diamonds embedded in each strand. I hold my breath as I place another foot down and take a careful step forward, some of the grass inching away from my foot, and others shrunk back into the ground to reveal a clear spot of dirt for my foot to rest on. "It's moving," I look back and see the Doctor grin at me. "It's how they've survived for thousands of years. This used to be quite to tourist spot actually." I look around and find that the grass was only shorter around the TARDIS, creating a circle where the grass was barely visible. I looked beyond the circle around us and find that the grass was much longer. "They have a brain?" I ask, turning back to face the Doctor. "They don't all have their own brains. They're probably connected to a single power source underground. Never really felt the need to look. That would take ages," the Doctor takes a step out of the TARDIS and walks ahead of me and outside of the circle, into the tall grass. "Are you coming?", he pauses and waits for me. "What if I walk too fast? I don't want to squish them," I take a careful step and watch the grass shrink away right before my foot touches the ground. "They'll be fine," he holds out his hand and I carefully tiptoe towards him.

I rest my hand in his and he guides me into the tall grass. We both made our way through the tall grass, each strand moving out of the way to create a path. "What is this place called?", I pipe up. "Urophia. It's known for being covered in this," he runs his hands along the surrounding grass. "These little fellows are called Nā Hōku. I'm pretty sure it's Hawaiian. Don't know how the Hawaiians ended up here though," he shrugs. "Where are we even going?", I look around at the vast field, seeing nothing that resembled mountains. "You'll see," he says simply.

We walk in a comfortable silence and I found myself mostly distracted by the movement of the grass and the way they shined in the light. The Doctor suddenly yanks my hand and brings me to a stop, making a popping feeling erupt in my shoulder. "Why did you stop?", the Doctor points ahead and I look, drawing in a breath at the sight. Before me, the ground dropped into a deep slope and at the bottom, large pink flowers the size of my head, filled the field as far as I could see. Beside me, the Doctor sits down in his spot and the grass moves out of the way for him and he pats the spot next to him. I slowly sit down and we begin to stare at the field of flowers in silence for a few moments before I speak. "Daisy," I say quietly. "No actually I think they're-", I swat his shoulder. "Not the flowers, my name. My name is Daisy. Clarke is my alias," I look straight ahead to avoid his gaze. "It's funny," he blurts. "What?", I say, a little part of me hurt that he thought there was something funny about my name. "Rose and Daisy. They're both flowers," he states. My frown disappears and I laugh a little. "So, what's your story Daisy?", I turn to him and see his curious look. "You seriously want a whole life story about me? My life isn't that interesting, trust me," I bet. "I don't mind," he simply says. I scoff and fold my legs, bringing my knees up to my chest.

"When I was a couple weeks old, I ended up in a park. Someone found me and they took me to a hospital. They did all the necessary baby checkups and then I was adopted by a nice couple. It didn't work out in the end. After that, I became a brat and started acting out, so foster homes didn't exactly welcome me with open arms. I ran away from a group home when I was sixteen, mostly because I was stupid and didn't realize that being on your own required work. Now I'm eighteen and I live in a van. You know, just the cliche orphan story," I gave him a flat smile. 

"Why now? Why'd you choose now to tell me your name?" he wondered. I shrugged and let myself think, finding that I didn't really know why I had told him. Did I really trust him that much? "I just thought that if we're going to be chased by werewolves and monks, you should know my real name," I said quietly. He nodded and the corners of his mouth quirked up. I found myself thinking about the man that was possessed by the wolf, his haunting smile and dark eyes still imprinted in my mind. "When we were in the dungeon, I talked to the wolf while he was still human. He...he said I was the darkness and that I would destroy an empire. He said I was the Devil," my voice came out quiet and small. The Doctors face hardened and he sat in deep thought. "He was just trying to scare you," he answers. "Satan is just a story, passed down through religions for centuries. Same concept but different name. He just wanted to scare you," The Doctor suddenly jumped to his feet and brushed off his coat. "Come on," I placed my hand in his and he pulled me up to my feet, and together, we silently started back to the TARDIS.