Staying Grand (The Fault In Our Stars/Doctor Who)
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  • Reads 62,469
  • Votes 1,986
  • Parts 26
  • Time 1h 28m
Complete, First published Sep 05, 2013
!!!DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU HAVE NOT YET READ THE FAULT IN OUR STARS!!!  Six months after the eventful morning in which Augustus Waters passed away, Hazel Grace Lancaster still visits him everyday. But Hazel's routine may be put on halt forever when she meets The Doctor and discovers secrets about her late boyfriend that may change her perspective on the past half year.  I DO NOT OWN ANY CHARACTERS OTHER THAN THE ONES I MADE UP. ALL CHARACTERS BELONG TO THE AMAZING JOHN GREEN AND THE BBC
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Completed ✅ When I was four years old, I saw a woman die. I didn't understand what was happening at the time. I didn't know why she was lying on the floor. I didn't realise I was stepping in her blood. I just thought my mother had gone to sleep, and, in a way, she had. When I was eight years old, I saw a man turn to drink. My father was struggling to deal raising me without my mother, and alcohol was his coping mechanism. When I was twelve years old, I saw a man lose himself. The alcohol had not helped my father, and when the drugs came along, things got even worse. The man I used to love had changed, disappeared, and in his place was a drug-ridden wreck of a man, who barely knew my name anymore. When I was sixteen years old, I saw a man die. I understood exactly what was happening. I knew why he was lying on the floor. I realised I was stepping in his blood. I thought my father had gone to sleep, and, in a way, he had. And it was my fault. Back then, there were three of us. But I'm twenty years old, and it's just me now. My name is Hazel Richards, and I'm the only one left.