HELLFIRE || Doctor Who ✔

Thirty-Seven: Coulson & S.H.I.E.L.D

Nothing was right. Here I was, Mrs. Doctor, and yet my husband still knew nothing of me. He did not know where I came from, what happened, nor what brought me here. I thought I felt guilty before, but that was nothing compared to now.

I had to deny being intimate with the Doctor for the pure reason of being afraid to set something on fire, or worse, burn him. Married people slept in the same room, on the same bed. Nope, not us, something which I'm sure the Doctor would speak with me today about.

I locked the door last night, so he couldn't come in. That was a horrible thing to do, I'm a horrible person.

I had to tell him, soon. I would tell him, I swear, at some point.

My lips pulled into a frown as I gazed at my reflection sadly. Same flight jacket, same cargo pants, same boots, even the damn same tank top. But it didn't feel right, it felt like Effie Quill, someone who didn't exist.

With the recent visions and nightmares of my past, keeping up the Ravager Space-human alias of Effie Quill was getting harder by the day. Persephone Surturson was practically oozing from my skin, the Goddess in me begging to be released.

The Goddess who fought side-by-side with the Guardians, the Goddess of Fire. Groaning in irritation, I harshly yanked the flight jacket off my shoulders throwing it in the corner.

I sniffled, falling back on my bed resting the palms of my hands against my face.

"What am I supposed to do?" I asked out loud knowing no one was listening.

Except I was wrong, someone was listening. The TARDIS whirred throughout my room, almost like she was comforting me. Breathing out, I sat up, pulling my tank top over my head. The force caused my boobs to bounce a bit, one actually popping out of my bra.

Huffing in frustration, I shoved the boob right back in, before pulling off my boots and cargo pants. Standing in my undergarments, my hands pulled the closet doors open.

It was time for a change in attire. Without much thought, I gripped a black shirt with a huge bell printed on it, the words 'Hells Bells' and 'AC/DC' running over the top and bottom. Deciding it looked good enough I left it on, picking a pair of jeans fastening those with a belt.

Last but not least came a pair of Amy's converse that she had given me in the hope that I would wear them. At the time, I told her 'never in a million years', but it looks like times change. I didn't even both looking at my reflection, knowing I was dressed more human than Space-girl.

I scowled seeing as my hair was already growing, the roots a very noticeable light brown color in comparison to the other black strands. Seriously, how was it possible that it was already an inch longer within a four week period? It made zero sense.

Giving up, I trotted down the hall to the console room while pulling my hair up. When I got to the console room, Amy was leaning her head on Rory's shoulder as they both read individual books of their own.