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

Chapter 9-Hello old friend

We walk for a while, listening to the songs of the birds. "So is this like my subconscious?" I ask. "I guess you could put it like that," he shrugs. We reach a small clearing with small mushrooms decorating the corners. "What is that?" I follow the Doctors gaze and see a black top hat laying in the middle of the clearing. "It's a hat..." I let out a small gasp as I see the familiar blue bottle cap tied around the base of the hat with a white string. I let go of the Doctors hand and slowly walk towards the hat. "Daisy?"

I ignore the Doctor and pick up the hat, feeling the soft material in between my fingers. I fiddle with the blue bottle cap and feel nostalgia wash over me.

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I groggily open my eyes and look around the small room. The faint light from a streetlamp peeked through the gray curtains that lay on the window. I rub my eyes and sit up, still clutching the stuffed bear in my arms. A rustle from my closet catches my attention, and I squint to try and adjust my eyes to the darkness. I see the coats in the closet shift and shake, and I slowly lean back into my bed. "Hello?" I whisper. A muffled noise came from behind the thick coats, and I see an arm slowly slither out. I hug my bear out of fear and keep my gaze trained on the arm. The arm suddenly pushed away from the coats and a dark figure stepped out. "The boogeyman!" I gasp. "Actually, I don't dance," the voice of a man came from the figure. "Where are the bloody lights?" the man mutters to himself. The room suddenly lights up and I squint my eyes. "That's better." I force my eyes open all the way and take in the appearance of the man. The man stood draped in black clothing from head to toe, with small trinkets and charms chained to his bet. On his feet, he wore old tall boots and on his head, he sported a top hat. "Who are you?" I ask. His eyeliner-rimmed eyes dart towards me. "Jack-no not Jack. Everyone's named Jack these days," he frowns. "Did you know I'm a captain?" he pipes up. "Don't be so loud! You'll wake Nancy," I scold. He covers his mouth and suddenly hops over to my bed. "Who's Nancy?" he whispers. "My foster mom," I whisper back. "Is she any nice?" he cocks his head to the side. "She's okay," I shrug. "Fred," he blurts.

"What?"

"Do you like the name?" he questions.

"Shouldn't it be up to you? It's your name after all," I say. "And what were you doing in my closet?" I set my bear on the side of my bed and I fold my arms. "I used this," he holds up his wrist, a brown gadget with a tiny screen resting against a couple buttons, was wrapped around his wrist. "It's a time thingy. If I press a few buttons I can go to different places and different times. I met the Queen of England once. It's actually really neat. But I stole it, so that's not good," he babbles. I frown at the strange man and study his face, finding that he had a small stubble growing around his jaws and chin. "Well if you can go anywhere you want, why did you come to my closet? It's not that fun in there," I furrow my eyebrows. "Well, the truth is, I don't actually know how to use this thing. I just press random buttons and I end up in a new place. And I just keep doing it!" he grins. "I do it for two reasons. One-because it's fun and two-because," he paused and looked around the room with a worried look. "I'm on the run you see. I did something very bad to someone. And now they are very very angry, which makes my life a little complicated," he snickers. I frown and study the man. "You said you were a captain. A captain of what?" I inquire. "A ship of course," he peers at me quizzically. "So...you're a pirate?" I conclude.

He frowns. "I guess. But not the old pirates. You see, I'm actually from a long ways away," he said after peering down at his wrist gadget. "I'm about five hundred years late," he grimaces. I feel my mouth slightly drop. "Really?" I say in awe. "You bet love," he winks at me. I slowly nod and take in all the information he had just told me. "What's your name again? Sorry, I just forget," he rests his chin in his hands. "I never told you my name," I say. "Well now you have a reason to tell me," he grins. "It's Daisy," I let my mouth turn into a half smile. A content look comes across his face and he jumps off my bed. "Well then Daisy, I really loved our little chat, but it's time for me to go. I can't stay in one place for too long or they'll catch me," he heads toward the closet. "Wait!" I exclaim, praying that my voice didn't come out too loud. I quickly reach under my pillow and pull out the plastic zip lock bag I always kept there. I open it, and pull out the blue bottle cap necklace. "Here," I hold it out to him and he reaches over, carefully picking up the necklace. "Perfect! Something else to add to my collection," he loops the white string around the base of his hat. He turns back to my closet. "Have you decided on a name sir?"

He whips back around and has a blank look on his face. "Some call me The Captain of Death. But you can call me....Itward. Yes, I like that name," he gives me one last grin before slamming his palm against the gadget and disappearing in a flash of blue light.

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"Daisy?" I feel the Doctor rest his hand on my shoulder and I snap out of my daze. "Oh um. It's the hat that belonged to my imaginary friend I had when I was little," I explained. "Why is it suddenly here though. I haven't thought about him in years," I furrow my eyebrows and hold the hat tighter. "Him?" The Doctor pipes up. "Yeah. It was a guy," I look at him seriously. "Can I?" I nod and hand the hat to the Doctor. A groan escapes his lips and his hand flies up to his head. "Doctor?!" I feel fear grip my stomach as I rush over to him. "I'm fine," he gasps and stands up straight. He shakes his head and jumps up and down. "What are you doing?" He ignores me and stares hard at the hat. "Time to go back," he tucks the hat under his arm and rushes to me, pressing his fingers against my temples.