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Prompt #230

When I speak, people hear me in their native language. Most people are surprised and delighted. The person I just helped in the shop I work at is horrified.

The man made his way around the shop picking things up, looking at them confused, and putting them back. I followed him around fixing the things he messed up. He knocked over an entire rack of shirts and I spent nearly 15 minutes picking it up before I heard the sound of glass breaking and a thick Scottish accent say “Oh no,” I stepped away from the now fixed rack before sending someone to clean it up as I went to help the man.

“Is there something I can help you find today, sir?” I smiled as kindly as possible, hoping to keep him from breaking anything else. His eyes widened as he stared at me, taking a step back.

“That language,” he said. His first language must have been scottish, he must have heard me in something other than english and now he was confused.

“Yes, I can tell you speak Scottish… by your accent, sir,” I tried. He shook his head.

“Not scottish?” I whispered just loud enough for him to hear.

“Nobody’s spoken that language in hundreds of years,” he circled me.

“I’m sorry, sir. I don’t think I understand,” I tried breaking away from his glare.

“Stop speaking in that language, talk to me in english,” he demanded.

“I can’t!” I whisper yelled. He stopped circling me and gave me a confused look “What do you mean?”

“People hear me in their native language, I can’t change it, whatever your native language is, whatever you’re hearing me say, I cannot change it, so if you want it to stop, then you should just go,” my voice shook.

“I’m sorry,” his voice got softer.

“It’s fine,” I replied. He pointed towards the door “I’ll- I’ll go,” before I could say anything else he hurried out the doors.

*Skippty Wippity*

I saw the man again, later that day after I got off my shift. I grabbed a coffee from the cafe next door and went to run some errands. However I was cut off by the man digging through the flowerbeds in the empty front patio of said cafe I had just exited.

“You’re a very strange man,” I said, startling him. 

“Language girl, how lovely to see you again,” he turned towards me.

“My name's Y/N, not language girl,” I pointed to my shirt “see I’m still wearing my name tag,” after pointing that out I pulled it off and tossed it to him.

“What's this for?” he asked.

“So you remember if we ever see each other again,” I laughed before walking away to go start my shopping.

*skippity wippity*

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were following me,” I laughed as I faced the scottish man once more. I had found him knocking over another clothing rack (thankfully not at my shop) and furiously cursing at it. 

“Laungua-” he cut himself off pulling the name tag out of his pocket “Y/N” he corrected himself before dropping it back into his coat.

“That is my name, yes,” I responded.

"Have You seen anything strange happening on this street? Like at all?" He changed the subject.

"I can't say I have, but if i do, you'll be the first i tell… uh"

"Oh right, I'm the Doctor," he stuck his hand out for me to shake. I shook his hand before speaking "what language do you hear me speak?" He paused momentarily "a language called Gallifreyan,"

"Gallifreyan?" I'm sure I looked unbelievably confused.

"Yes," he nodded.

"Are you an alien?" I shot out before realizing how stupid I probably sounded.

"Yes, how did you know?" 

"Gallifreyan. Never heard of it in my life, keep in mind i speak every language. Also you said that nobody had spoken it in hundreds of years and it's your first language, making you hundreds of years old," I explained my reasoning.

"Is that a problem?" He asked.

"No," I shook my head. He smiled "wonderful, wanna help me save the world from an, at the moment unnamed, alien species?" 

"Obviously,"

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