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

Chapter 14- "This is illegal!"

I open my eyes and feel the bright light above me burn right through my brain. I groan and rub my eyelids, still feeling tired from my sleep. How did I even get in my room... My eyes snap open and I push myself up to a sitting position, frantically looking around my surroundings. Am I dead? Am I in space hell? I furrow my eyebrows as I realize that I was in fact not in space hell, but in a hospital room. "What?" I mutter. A soft pressure against my neck catches my attention, and I quickly feel around my tender throat, recognizing the texture of a band-aid. Wait... I quickly look down to make sure I was still wearing the same clothes I had started my day with, and let out a sigh of relief. Out of the corner of my eye, I spot a familiar plastic line that I had seen before many, many times. My eyes widen at the IV line embedded into the crook of my right arm. I glance at my wrist and see that the itchy bedsheet was replaced with gauze. I let out an annoyed groan and carefully peel off the tape that was securing the small needle into my arm. "Just like in the movies, right?" I grab a hold of the needle and begin to pull it out of my arm, quickly letting go at the feeling of pain in my arm. "Nope, nope, nope, nope, nope, nope," I pinch the bridge of my nose and press my lips into a straight line. "This is gonna be a bitch."

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After spending a good amount of time working to get the needle out of my arm, I finally got it out and searched for a cotton ball to tape to the small hole in my arm. Once I had taped up my arm, I decided to venture out and see where the hell everyone was. 

I stepped out of the room and looked around the vacant hallway, the dim lighting providing me with enough brightness to see where I was going. I closed the door behind me and waddle down the hallway, trying to keep my bare feet off of the floor as much as I could. "Where the hell is everyone?" I whisper. "Doctor! Rose!," I listen to my voice echo through the vacant hallways. "Mickey?" I scoff and continue on, trying to find my way to the console room. 

My venture through the endless maze of the TARDIS for a good ten minutes before finally finding the console room. 

I sigh as I look around the empty room, feeling frustrated that I couldn't find anyone when I spot a neon pink post-it note stuck to the screen that hung above the console. I shuffled over to the console and snatched the post it off of the screen. "Clarke, went out to see a spaceship. Be back soon or might not. If we don't come back there is pie in the fridge. -Doctor"

I scoff and stick the post it back on the screen, feeling a little hurt that no one woke me up to join them. "Is someone a little butt hurt that the Scooby gang didn't take you on a trip?" I feel my stomach drop at the sound of the unfamiliar voice. "Who are you?" I wildly look around the empty room but find no one. "You know who I am. I've been here all along." 

The voice moves behind me, and I whip around, backing away from the stranger. I come face to face with a woman wearing a leather jacket, with tight black jeans and a grey tank top peeking out from underneath her jacket. "How. Did. You. Get. In. Here?" I hear my voice shake and feel my ears grow hot. "I can go anywhere I like. Not literally, but in your head, I can," she flips her dark curls over her shoulder and gives me a tiny smirk. I feel realization hit me and refrain from letting my mouth drop open. "You've got to be shitting me," I deadpan. "You're the one in my head," I draw my lips into a straight line and feel my fingernails dig into the palms of my hands. "The one and only," she flashed a sarcastic smile. I kept my eyes fixed on the strange woman and studied her face, noticing the lack of blemishes or actually any imperfections in her face and figure. "W-why are you in my head? Why me? There are plenty of other girls that would love to have space herpes," I stutter. Her face twists into a sneer and she folds her arms. "I am not a disease. I'm here because I'm keeping you safe," she scoffs. 

"Yeah, I feel SO safe right now! I'm totally not weirded out by the fact that you've been possessing me this whole time!" I say, feeling myself getting flustered. She stays quiet for a moment and stares at me with her eyes squinted and lips puffed out. "I know everything about you," she slowly creeps towards me. "I can see your whole life, who you were, where you went," she says quietly. "How did you get in my head?" I snap. "I can see the moment you took your first breath, and the last moment you'll ever smile," her voice takes a steep drop, and turns into a low growl. "Who are you?" I plant my feet and feel her warm breath dance across my face. She leans close in front of me, our noses almost touching. "If you tell the Timelord that we had this conversation, I will take your friends, and tear the skin off of their bodies, and let them scream until they finally die like the pathetic apes that they are. And I'll make you watch," a bead of dark red peeks out of the corner of her lower lash line and fills the rest of her eye. The iron smell of blood fills my nose as it glides down her cheeks, turning the whites of her eyes into a crimson red. "No matter how much you cry, no one else can see me but you," she whispers. I blink, and in a second, she's gone. 

A ragged breath escapes my mouth and I slowly inch towards the floor, until I'm sitting on the grated floor of the TARDIS. 

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I keep my eyes trained on the old man that stood perched against the wall in front of the small bank and slowly start to move around him, trying to get a clear view of his back pocket. I see a bulge in the material of his jeans and assume that was either his wallet or his phone. No matter what I ended up with, I could still make a profit; unless it was a piece of trash that he forgot to throw away. I quickly scan the sidewalk around me to make sure no bystanders were looking my way and I come up behind him, quickly running my finger into the hem of the pocket, feeling around for the leathery texture of a possible wallet. I hear a high pitched ringing start from inside the pocket and I jerk my hand away, turning my body the other way. 

"Hello?"  the old man speaks into the phone.

I restrain from spitting out a train of curse words and bite my tongue. "Dammit," I breathe. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a black figure swoop in behind me, and I tense up, ready to flee. "Come with me," a mans hoarse voice whispers in my ear. "What the hell do you want?" I snap. A gloved hand holds out a stack of money, neatly piled up and sealed with a plastic ring. "You can make a lot more being a thief if you come with me," the man shoots back. "How do I know you're not messing with me?" I turn to face the man and come face to face with a tall figure with a hat covering his features. He takes the money in his hand and slips it into my jacket pocket. "The people I work for aren't the type to play around."