#v.dw

“what’re the consequences of changing someone’s past? you know, how bad could it really be if something changed?”

“i’ve never met a time-lord before, and i have to say it’s an honour? you guys are legendary.”

“my mother is not scary, she’s just... protective.”

“you know the doctor?” you’re hopeful, perhaps this was the first bit of good news you’d heard in a while. “is he with you? can you take me to him?”

“you know,” your brow raises and a smile peeks your lips, “if you’re going to be on the ridge you’re going to have to look the part. i have a spare breeks if you want them? maybe a shirt?”

“why sonic sunglasses though, i need to know.”

“no war in anger was ever won”

you had to admit, you were somewhat reluctant to believe your mother’s hypothesis on time travel; you were quite unwilling at first to accept that you had magical abilities to touch a fifteen-tonne slab of granite and travel through the ages- though now as you spun through time in a blue box you couldn’t help but think that was simple. that it was the uncomplicated mode of transport. that the buzzing had been your calling. because this? this seemed like something that was specifically lifted from the back of the boston times paper in comic book form. 

foreign stranger, the opportunity to take a risk, to spill into an adventure. you’d lept at the chance to begin with, “smaller on the outside,” you had mumbled when he’d invited you along. the dangers that came with someone unknown completely lost on your utter fascination. though you’d apparently landed now. no buzzing, no spinning, no feeling as though you were in a car crash. oddly simplistic that was for something that’d almost killed your mother twice over. moving towards the door, you linger, not quite sure you believed your new companion on his quick mode of transport. “and we’re somewhere new? you swear?” your brow lifts as you turn to him, cheeks flushing at the possibilities. “your old police box, it moved?”