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

Chapter 13- Sink or Swim

The Captain's face was something a child would see in their nightmares. The left half of his face hung off by a thread of skin, the interior of the face being exposed, wires and circuits intertwined with each other, covering a metal skull. "Now I know what you meant by space robots," the Doctor yells. A garbled shriek escapes the Captains mouth and he raises his arm, ready to strike. The Doctor quickly ducks, and leaps away from the Captain frantically running towards the TARDIS. "IN!" The Doctor shouts as he nears the doors, and Daisy pulls them open, rushing inside along with Itward.

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"I TOLD YOU!" Itward shouts at the Doctor as he runs towards the console. "Yes, yes you did, congratulations," the Doctor calls back while flipping the switches. Daisy casually leans against the railing, intently watching the Doctor start the TARDIS.

The TARDIS engine starts to hum as the room shakes, and the trio held on to whatever they could to keep from falling. "YOU AREN'T DAISY," Itward points accusingly at Daisy while shouting over the engine. The room comes to a stop, and the engine dies down, leaving only a faint hum throughout the room. "What?" Daisy scoffs. "Daisy doesn't speak Russian. She's as white as a pearl," Itward folds his arms and angrily stared at the intruder. The Doctor set himself at the end of the railway, making the door the only way to run. She wouldn't get very far though since they were currently hovering above a star. "And how would you know sh- I don't speak Russian," Daisy looks at Itward with a blank expression, her eyes showing no trace of fear. "Who are you? Did you follow us from the ship?" The Doctor snaps. "I'm not from the ship idiot," Daisy spits. "Why would I ever live there?" She snorts. "What's your name?" The Doctor says coldly. "Can't tell you that," the stranger inside Daisy winks at the Doctor. "Get out of her, NOW," the Doctor snaps. Daisy rolls her eyes and sneers at the pair of men. "You're not very smart for a science geek," she smiles smugly and Daisy's eyes rolled to the back of her head, turning her green eyes white. Her limp body falls towards Itward, and he holds out his arms. She lands in his arms for a split second before falling to the grated floor. "Do you not know how to catch?!" The Doctor rushes to Daisy and crouches on the floor.

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"It's not my fault if I have weak arms!"

I groan and rub the itchy dressing around my wrist, slowly opening my eyes to see the Doctor and a man that seemed oddly familiar crouching beside me.

"Itward?!" I let my mouth drop as a realization hit me. "At least she remembers the important things," he grins and holds out his arms for an embrace. I sit up and wrap my arms around his neck, catching the Doctors relieved look. "You okay?" The Doctor mouths. I nod and give him a tiny smile.

Eventually, the Doctor leaves us alone to talk, leaving me and Itward alone in the console room. We sat on the bench that lay in front of the console while he explained to me what had happened earlier that day.

"So...I was possessed?" I ask slowly. "Yes. Blood in the eyes and everything," he says. "Then why isn't my shirt covered in blood?" I shove his shoulder playfully.

"You know, for basically my whole life I thought you were a dream," I say softly. "That's understandable," he shrugs. "So, are the 'Space Pirates' the ones that you've been running from this whole time?" I peer up at him. "Mhm. It wasn't even my fault! I had my whole crew, and life was good. It was FANTASTIC! Until one day, they just come waltzing into my ship. My ship! They throw me in a cell, and carry on! How rude," Itward vents. "And they used up almost all the ships power recharging themselves. Did I mention they were cyborgs? Yes, I did. Anyway, they were rude!" Itward scoffs and folds his arms. "What happened to the rest of your crew?" I ask and Itward shrugs. "Probably got thrown out and died in space," he said plainly. I slowly nod and fix my gaze on the console. I feel a hand on my shoulder and turn back to Itward, seeing only his extended palm holding a familiar bottle cap neklace. "You still have it?" I breathe. "They took my hat, but I snagged it before they could get their hands on it," he smirks. "I never got to ask, but did you make it?"