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hybrid baby AU / life is strange x doctor who crossover

Tragedy isn't funny, and it isn't fair. I don’t need my parents to tell me that--but I wish they could. I wish they would. It’d make this whole fucking week easier to bear.

Listen. I know it’s silly, and I know it’s a dangerous habit to pick up, but I can’t help but hope that this storm is kind of like my cry for help across time. And maybe if I let it eat this town alive, somewhere, in some corner of space, at some point in time, my parents will hear me. They’ll come running back to me.

But that thought isn’t only dangerous, it’s tempting. And I have to be better than that. I have to better than who I am at my weakest moment. I have to be the kind of daughter they’d be proud of.

hybrid baby AU / life is strange x doctor who crossover

Einstein said time is like a river. But that's too gentle of a word to describe how this feels. I am drowning in time. I can feel it in my throat, filling up my lungs, taking up the space where my breath should be. It fills me to my fingertips and comes flooding out, just like the way a new wound weeps blood.

I wish I could be like my mother: I heard she’s fearless, brave, strong--and kind. She has a good heart; I just hope mine's the same. And I can't help but wonder: is this how time feels for Dad, too? How does he endure it? I wish he could tell me. I wish I could hear his voice. They say I have his eyes, but is that all? What else of me belongs to him, and to her? When will they come back to claim it--to claim me?

hybrid baby AU / life is strange x doctor who crossover

I'm always taking pictures; I am a camera. Always seeing, watching, taking, but never having anything of my own. Like a family, a home.

I bounce back and forth between Seattle and Arcadia Bay, but neither place is really where I belong. My heart, my home, my soul--that's in the sky. With my mom and dad. Do they miss me? Are they looking for me? Do they know about me? Can they hear me, feel me--love me?

Alfred Hitchcock once called film "little pieces of time"--I hope he doesn't mind if I say that that's what memories can be, too. But what happens when you don't have memories of the people most important to you--the people who are responsible for you?

hybrid baby AU / life is strange x doctor who crossover

I know what the prophecy says. I know what Rassilon thinks I am and what I can do.

But I don't care. I am my mother's daughter. I am my father's pride and joy. I'm not the killing type. I'm not.

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