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

Chapter 7- Captain Smith

"Do you like it?"

We were back in the TARDIS and Sarah was observing the interior. "Oh, I, I do. Yeah. I preferred it as it was, but er, yeah. It'll do," she awkwardly smiled. "We're about to head off, but you could come with us," the Doctor suggests. Sarah purses her lips together and gives the Doctor a sad look. "No. I can't do this anymore. Besides, I've got a much bigger adventure ahead. It's time I stopped waiting for you and found a life of my own," Sarah expresses with sadness still lingering in her eyes, most likely because of the loss of her dog. "Doctor I'd like to come with you. I don't want to be the tin dog anymore," Mickey claims. "Oh, go on, Doctor. Sarah Jane Smith, a Mickey Smith. You need a Smith on board," Sarah lightens up. "Sure. I could always use a laugh," the Doctor shrugs. I switch my gaze to Rose and see that her face had turned into a deep frown. "Is that alright?" Mickey turns to Rose and her frown immediately disappears. "Yeah, no that's fine," she said through gritted teeth. While the Doctor went outside to say his farewells to Sarah, I decided it would be a good time for me to get some sleep, so I left the couple in the console room and headed into the hallway that held endless rooms.

I had gotten a room after our first couple ventures and had actually taken quite nicely to it. I think it would be the only thing I would miss, to be honest. The TARDIS gave me everything I needed. I don't mean money and a car, but in terms of everything, you could need in a bedroom. I wandered the halls until I saw the familiar pastel colored door. It was how I usually found my room. There were no specific spots to the rooms. The TARDIS just showed you whatever room you needed to get to. I entered the room and looked around at the simple decor. I never really cared for girly decorations and frilly bed sheets. Maybe it's because I never got to settle down.

I stripped the dirty clothes off of my body and let them rest on the floor since all of the dirty clothes seemed to disappear after a while. I never really figured out who was the one cleaning my room. With my arms wrapped around my torso, I walked into the connected bathroom, the only thing I had to cover my modesty was my undergarments. The bathroom was also pretty simple, not like Roses I'm sure. I stood in front of the wide mirror that rested on top of the sink and stared at my body. I saw a different body than the one I remembered. This body was thicker and heavier. I could no longer see ribs poking out of this body. I could no longer see the discolored bruises that took forever to fade. I refrained from looking at my face and I quickly walked out, the haunting image of the skeletal frame that I used to have still lingered in my mind.

The closet in my room always had clothes that I was comfortable with. The Doctor had explained that the TARDIS has a telepathic field that translated foreign languages and also, stocked closets full of clothes depending on the person's preference. I spotted a black hoodie and lounge pants and picked them off their hangers and carried them to my bed. You should sleep. I slipped the hoodie, and the lounge pants followed. You need to eat more. Take advantage of the fully stocked kitchen. I let out a sigh and crawled onto my bed pushing away the voices in my head. You need to take better care of yourself. "And you need to shut up!" I said out loud. You're talking to yourself, you know that right? I slipped the covers over my head and lay my head down on the soft pillow. "I know," I mumbled to myself.

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I wandered the halls until I spotted the doorway that led to the console room, still feeling groggy from my nap. I found the Doctor fiddling with one of his many gadgets while leaning against the console. I walked up the ramp until I reached the spot on the console next to him. "Hey," I greeted. He looked up and his face lightened. "Someone was tired," he lets half of his mouth turn up into a smile. "Yeah," I swat away a strand of hair. "Where's Romeo and Juliet," I smirk. "Thought they needed some time alone, so I dropped them off so they could have a little date," he set his gadget down on the console. I snickered at the thought. "Where'd you leave them?" I asked. "Somewhere blue," he shrugged. The question I've had since we got back from the school started to nag me again. "Why was the bat guy so interested in me? I'm just normal. Nothing special about me," I said. "You're special Daisy," he breathes. I feel something jump in my stomach at the sound of my name. It's been a long time since I heard someone call me that. "Is it alright if I call you Daisy?" he pondered. I nod. "I started suspecting that there was something more about you once the TARDIS kept locking you in," he continues. "She obviously wants you here, I just don't know why," he peers up at the ceiling of the dome. "Can't you just ask her? You talk about her like she's alive," I joke. He turns to me with a serious face. "Oh, she is. She is very much alive." I listen to the hum of the TARDIS. "Finch wanted you more than he wanted me; a Time Lord. I know a lot of blokes that would tear apart the universe for just one cell from my body," he explained. "But I'm just...me. I'm not an alien or a God. I-I'm a thief," I stutter. He raises an eyebrow and I see his interest peaked. "A thief?" I nod. "I didn't tell you why I was being chased. It was because I stole something very valuable from some really bad people. I wanted to sell it so I could finally get the hell out of there," I went on. "They found out and I was screwed. If I had gotten caught, they would have killed me," I say quietly. We stand there in silence for a few moments. "If you let me run a test, I could find out why he was so interested," he says softly. "You mean like a shot?" I feel my stomach tense up at the thought of a needle. "No," he turns around and reaches into the console, pulling open a hatch, revealing a bundle of wires stuffed together. He reaches into the hatch and pulls out a pair of wires with plastic circles at the end. "Won't hurt a bit," he grins as he pushes up the sleeves of my hoodie and places the plastic circles on each of my arms. "It's cold," I mumble as he smoothes over the plastic with his thumb. He reaches over to the console again and presses one of the many buttons that lay scattered across the console. "Now we wait," he leans against the console. "Now, the real question is, what was Daisy stealing that almost got her killed. And need I remind you that since I-well the TARDIS technically, since she kept you in here, saved you, you should really explain," he said quickly. "How do you talk so fast? And no, I really don't think you want to know," I kept my eyes trained on him. "Nah, I really think I do," he teased. I quickly searched my brain for an excuse. "It was just a stupid rocket ship or something. I was gonna sell it to science geeks." The Doctor furrowed his eyebrows. "I'm a science geek," he mumbles. He turns to me and locks his dark brown eyes with mine. "You're still running from your past, even now aren't you?" his voice softens. I keep the stare between us for a few quiet moments. "If you dig deep enough into who I was, you won't like what you find," I say in a low voice. I feel a sudden rush of energy through my veins as the TARDIS lights dim. Anger blooms in my gut and the haunting thoughts in my head start up again.
Kill.
"This is stupid, you won't find anything," I stutter as I reach towards the wires to pull them out. A shrill beeping came from the monitor that stood above the console and my hands froze right above the wires. The Doctor looked at me with worried eyes before reaching out to pull the monitor closer to him. He squints at the foreign symbols spread across the screen and his face suddenly falls. "What's it say?" I lean in closer to see ye