Just a Little Bit

Forget Me Not

P4 Forget Me Not-
The Winchester Diaries:

"We hunt demons and the things that go bump in the night. We are called hunters. Out family business basically." Dean told me as I huddled to get warm in the back seat of the impala they told me about.
"We pretend to be the FBI to get places. Our family is gone. It's just Dean and I on the road taking strange cases and saving the world." Sam continued. "And he's dating and angel." He added.
"No I'm not!" Dean protested.
I snickered before going back to chattering my teeth.
"We're the Winchesters." Sam said, "and what about you? How are you so normal with what happened tonight?"
"Where do I start," I began to explain my life story, in a nut shell. "My name is Tara Harkness. And, well, I'm a time traveler."
They looked at my like I was kidding.
"An angel?" Dean questioned.
"No, I have a blue box and I travel around the universe and time."
"That's a first." Sam said shifting uncomfortably. Dean turned and started the car to start driving.
"I travel with the Doctor, he's a time lord. And his girlfriend Rose. And my dad, Captain Jack Harkness. I'm in collage because I wanted a break for a bit." I continued.
"What about a mom?" Sam asked again.
"I..." I could remember, I truly drew a black. A mom? I never have had a mom, of a real dad. Jack was my father but only adopted. Who where my real parents? What was my last name?
Dean snapped his fingers in front of my face, "your mom?"
"I can't remember. I can't remember any of my parents. Jack isn't really my dad, he took me in off the streets."
"Why were you on the streets?" Sam was getting very confused.
"I'm not sure." And it hit me, " the creature! It took my memories! My parents! I can't remember anything about them! Not even my real last name!" I grew frantic in the back seat, spinning through my head trying to think of something. "Take me to my dorm room. Now! I might have something there." I instructed.

When the impala pulled into the campus lot I sprinted to my room, Sam and Dean right on my heals. "All my things are on the tardis."
"The what?" Dean said.
"Time and relative detention in space. The time machine, the blue box I told you guys about?" I said like it was common everyday knowledge. "Most of my things are on board, but I took my diaries with me."
"And you keep diaries..." Dean commented again.
"You don't?" I said with sass. I was done with them for tonight, I needed to find out about my parents.
"Can't you call Jack or the Doctor you talked about? Have them come in their blue box?" Sam made a very good point, I could, but I promised I would get through collage without them.
"No, everything I need is right here." I pulled out a blue book, similar to what the tardis looked like, River, a friend of the doctors, gave it to my to keep track of my timelines. "This has my life story written down."
I opened up to the first page. "Hello, I'm Tara Hollywell, and this is my diary." I read. The book told me of 9/11, and my parents, Peter and Linda Hollywell passing away.
It felt like the event happened all over again. The pain came rushing back in like a dam crumbled apart.
"Tara, I'm sorry." Sam comforted me. I fell apart, it should have hurt because it happened so long ago, when I was 3, but the way the feelings came back. I could see the buildings fall again, I felt lonely and left on the streets. I longed to have someone to be with, a home, somewhere to go.
"How did you get through this the first time?" Dean asked nicely.
"Jack found me, he saved me." I replayed emotionless, still falling through the relapse of agony in my head. "He thought me live, without me I would have killed myself."
Dean and Sam must have understood how deep I sunk that night. They wouldn't leave me alone. Strangers, but so much in common, felt more like long lost family.
They took me to the bunker and sat me down on the couch for the night. I didn't sleep. My heart pounding thoughts, replayed now, through my whole body. I felt cold and lost all over. Only time could tell how long this curse would hurt me.