Eden

Mental health : Let's not annoy this person anymore.

Me : It's cool when I don't want to kill someone or have hallucinations.

Mental health : I'm bored.

Me : No, you're not. What about watch some series ?

Mental health : You mean 'what about paranoia' ?

Me : Oh god a criminal takes the appearance of my mother for entering home.

Mental health : It's so funny.

28.03.19

No warnings.

Words count : 881.

A/N : I'm satisfied. Jack is one of my several fictional crush characters and every time I see him inside I'm like "fuck I like him".

Your stomach was hurting badly, and the only thing you could do was support this. Sound couldn't coming out your throath that was burning. Your arms were so heavy that it seemed to be totally impossible to move them. You had the impression that the world were crushing you and you wished to die as soon as possible.

Finally, the noise around you started to fade and you let your last sight go, grateful.

Your lungs gave you the impression of burning when you restarted to breathe, at the same time your eyes opened and you fell of the thing on wich you were cause of your jump. You painfully use your arms that were apparently now healed and start watching where you were. A spaceship, you were in a bedroom that were amenaged for being an infirmary on a spaceship, alone.

An angry feeling started to come through you heart and gradually in your mind. You should have die, this death was perfect.

After several minutes being sat on the couch you finish by capitulate, it wasn't still probably not your time.

« Eleven. » You started nearly amorphous.

« And now I'm on a spaceship I don't know where or even with who or if there is another living thing here or even a robot. » You said starting obviously repairing your energy.

You walked to the door and press the button for open it. The metallic structure formed arches that were evidently not from your century.

« Iridium. » You stated while sensing the metal under your fingers.

« This ship is beautiful. »

You watched where you were, it was a living room where the lights were less agressive than in the chamber you were before. The architecture was definitely so 46th century.

« Retro. »

You turned your head for seeing every single thing in the room and your eyes caught an unbelievable sexy guy who was standing in an ark of a door.

« Hi. » He said watching you.

« Hi. » You respond calmly. « You observe me since the debut isn't it ? »

« Yes, I'm. » He smirked and his beauty hits you.

« God thanks that it's not an ugly guy that observe me. » You smirked your turn with a dramatical expression and voice. Suddenly you recovered your stoic self and with a little frown. « Why am I here ? I was... well, dead. »

« No you weren't. » He said while you frowned harder with a raised eyebrow. « Your breathe was inexistant but your heart was still in function. »

« Shit. » You simply respond with your normal face. « Who are you ? »

« Captain Jack Harkness. »

Even his name was sexy. And oh god, his smile was everything.

« (Y/n) (Y/l/n). »

« Are you hungry (Y/n) (Y/l/n) ? »

You thought, trying to listening your stomach for a few seconds.

« Well... I guess healing of... all that makes anybody starving. »

He smiled with an it's-fucking-true-face.

« All I have here is pizza, is it okay ? »

« Perfect, I love pizzas. » You stated before continuing. « Where are we ? »

« Still in the same galaxy where I found you in the same century and I heard you said it was "retro" but it's from this century. Where are you from exactly ? »

You pull a chair and took a sit before he does the same.

« Eraizor, 49th century. »

He watched you in your eyes, and you returned the thing. His blue eyes were so deep and the only thing you were able to think about was the fact that they looked so old and sad.

« Your eyes, » You started without breaking the eye contact. « Your eyes told me all you want to hide. »

« Yours too. You're pretty old aren't you ? »

You smirked slightly. « Probably less than you. »

« The (e/c) of your irises is beautiful, they tell a story, a story of desolation and emotional wrench. The story of a long time suffering in silence and dark war centuries. Your eyes are the one of a really old person or... an immortal. »

At this instant his eyes showed you a suffer, an old and painful suffer.

« Are you immortal ? » You questioned. « Just ago you teached me that my heart was still beating and you know like me that I was the only survivor. »

The silence was fallen, not in a heavy way, it was a silence for thinking while eating pizza.

After a moment he spoke. « You are immortal too ? »

« Yes. »

« When you woke up you said "eleven", what for ? »

« I count the time that I should have die. »

« Reassure me, it's your deaths in only one year ? »

You laugh for the first time since a very long era.

« Because for you it is ? Do you like dying ? Not me though. I hate it. »

« I don't like dying, it's just the death that try to catch me every single time. »

You laughed again and he does too. You stopped a little before him and you could see how magnificent he looked.

When he stopped at his turn, you catched his eyes.

« We're not alone anymore. » You said softly and with all your honesty before smirking. « And seriously what was the chance that the only other immortal I encounter was so attractive. »

Does he mean I'm a manipulator ?

12.02.2019

Warning : Reader is a psycho with murder thoughts.

Words count : 753.

Note : I needed to calm down when I wrote that so sorry if there is orthographic mistakes. The sentiments and reactions in this were mine in reality while writing that so sorry if it's... weird ?

And I love Mycroft, he is such a wonderful character.

You were walking in the streets of London with only aim to calm yourself. You were edgy, really edgy. You were frustrated because you can't do what you want, the laws was really annoying some times. Not that you wanted to respect it but the perspective to being in jail doesn't enjoy you.

You couldn't make your mother disappear, first because she was seemingly close to you and your psychiatric file was not blank. Two, your little brother will immediately suspect you.

You were in a place where nobody goes in a park when you hit a tree with your fist, and you re do that again and again, till no skin was remaining on your knuckles. It was hurting badly but you didn't care, it was calming. Plus your technical skills allowed you to hit something with all your strength without breaking your fingers.

When you turned, you sees a man that was elegantly sit on the bench behind you who were reading a book. Probably someone who were searching for calm. You didn't care about and sat on the grass, your back against the tree before closing your eyes.

You felt like you were about to explode then fall, explode then die. It was quite unpleasant.

« God, I have to kill someone. »

You whispered with a calm voice. You open your eyes and watched the man on the bench. You observed how he seemed really into this book and realised it wasn't the type of person you wanted to kill right now. You sight.

You close your eyes again and focused on the sensations. The sensation of the bark on your back, the pain of your knuckes, the fresh of the grass, the wind caressing your face and agitating your hair. All these things you could feel because they were physicals and not mental were the only thing why you weren't totally out of the human kind, because you were actually quite of liking that, except the hurt of your hands.

After few minutes you opened your eyes. The man in front on the bench were still sat but he doesn't read anymore. He was watching you with his brown eyes and you couldn't denied that he were kind of attractive.

You get up, walked at the bench, you really had anything else to do and sat on an edge.

« Hello man with an important government worker look. » You weren't sure if this was a good way to approach someone.

« Hello you with the look of someone who wants to murder someone. » He respond surprisingly, making you smirk a little.

« I can tell that you are not a part of these humans. » You stated.

« Yes, I'm not. And your approach probably scare goldfishs. »

You laugh a little.

« Yeah, they are afraid of me. But it's good like that, I don't need them. »

« I understand what you want to say. »

You smirked.

« I think you don't. »

« You are right. »

« Of course I'm right, Mr. Government. I'm always right. »

« Who are you ? » You asked.

« Mycroft Holmes. »

« (Y/N). And you really are an important government worker ? »

« I'm. »

You smiled slightly.

« And you really want to kill someone ? » He asked back.

Your really slight smile faded.

« Yes. »

You resentment came back in the front of all your thought.

« But I can't. So I'm searching for a random someone which whom I'm not related. »

« Glad for not being this 'random someone'. »

« People with a brain and not all that much of fear are so rare to be killed. »

« I could incarcerate yourself in the jail with the higher security of the country, you know ? »

« You won't do that. »

« Why ? »

« You are testing me. » You stated.

« Yes. »

« You are lonely. Even if you strive to say the opposite. »

He didn't reply.

« And you're caring about someone. Probably your little brother. »

He kept quiet.

« A man like you can't caring about another thing other than family and being so lonely. »

« I'm not lonely, (Y/N). »

« Yes you are. » You smirked.

The silence that follows weren't heavy, it was calming. All your thoughts about murder were quite far. The thinking of the two of you were interrupt by some rain drops that were falling from the big clouds in the sky.

Mycroft opened his umbrella and get up.

« You come ? »

I can't.

Frustrating.