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When you get to your room you close the door behind you and rest your back against it. You can't stop thinking about what just happened. You bring your hands up to your face and drag them down your cheeks, laughing a little bit like a crazy person.

“What the hell just happened?” You say out loud to no one but yourself. After a few moments you compose yourself and begin getting ready for bed. 

You start by hopping in the shower, letting the water fall down your soapy body while thinking about what happened in the last hour. The way the building lights shined in the night. The way he held you. The way his hands felt around your waist. 

After your shower you finish your night routine and crawl into bed. Your thoughts consumed by…

The next morning you wake up to your alarm blaring next to you and sunshine peeking through the window. You groan, get out of bed, and complete your morning routine. It was a Monday, meaning you had two classes at Upstate College. 

You take the bus to the college and go to your first class. After the class you decide to get lunch at a little cafe on campus. As you walk in you immediately run into someone, their coffee spilling on your shirt. Thank God it wasn't hot coffee. You look up at the person you ran into and see a southeast Asian man with short dark hair and brown eyes.

“Oh fuck, I am so sorry.” He quickly apologizes. He looks at you and his eyes become startled, but only for a second, before returning to normal. You open your mouth to speak but he continues speaking. “Let me get you a napkin to clean that up. I'm really really sorry.” 

You laugh slightly, you're surprisingly not mad. “It's okay. Accidents happen. Let's just get the napkin, yeah?” You walk into the cafe and towards the counter, the man trailing close behind you. You ask the cashier for a few napkins, gesturing towards your shirt and she happily obliges. 

You begin patting down your shirt, not that it would help with the stain but at least you wouldn't be wet anymore. 

“I really am sorry. I should've been paying more attention.” 

You look up at him, “Seriously it's fine. Don't worry. It will wash out… hopefully.” 

“Uh, let me make it up to you? I'll buy you your coffee.” 

“Oh you really don't have to do that.”

“No, no, really, I insist. I ruined your shirt, the least I could do is buy you a coffee.” He smiles at you sheepishly - a strangely familiar smile, but you can't place why - and begins scratching the back of his neck nervously.

You smile at him, “And a sandwich?”

He laughs, “Sure.”

“Okay. I would be an idiot to refuse a free coffee and sandwich, huh?” 

He laughs again and smiles widely. “Yeah, maybe a little.”

He goes up to the counter, orders himself a new drink, and asks you what you want. You tell the cashier and he gives her a twenty dollar bill, telling her to keep the change. 

You find a table in the cafe and sit opposite of each other. 

“So, what's your name? I'm y/n.”

“Oh right, I'm Mark. Nice to, um, meet you.” 

“Nice to meet you as well.” You smile, “Wish it were under different circumstances, but what can you do?” 

“Yeah… again I'm really sorry.” 

“Seriously, Mark, it's okay. I mean I'm definitely not going to class anymore with this stain on my shirt, but I don't really like the class anyways.” 

“I can lend you a shirt? If you'd like. I keep a spare set of clothes in my car.” 

“Is that just an excuse to see me again?” You lean in slightly, smirking flirtatiously.

“Maybe,” He leans in as well, “if that's okay with you.” 

“That's more than okay with me.” Your order is called by one of the workers, and Mark stands up to get them. “Be right back.” He says as he taps on the table twice. He returns with two to-go cups and a to-go sandwich, he hands your order to you as you stand up, “For you, y/n.” 

“Why thank you, Mark.” 

“C’mon, let's go get you that shirt.” He leads you outside to the parking lot nearby and to his car, as you eat your sandwich. He pops open the trunk and, as he said, there was a spare set of clothes in there. He grabs the t-shirt and hands it to you. 

You look at the shirt, "Seance Dog?” You laugh.

“Yeah sorry, that's all I've got… he's a comic book character.”

“You say sorry too much.”

“Sorry.” He smiles at you sheepishly, once again, and rubs his left arm nervously. 

You roll your eyes and smile, “Thank you for the shirt. Even if it will make me look dorky.”

“You'll be a cute sort of dorky.” 

You blush slightly and smile softly. “Thanks.” 

“You're welcome.” He smiles down at you, “Can I get your number?” You stare at him with a smile and your eyebrows raised, “So you can return the shirt?”

“Sure. As long as you promise to text me.” 

“Deal.” He hands you his phone and you put in your number, adding your name to the contact with a little emoji. 

“Here you go. I'll catch you later, Mark.” 

“Catch you later, y/n.” He smiles and waves a goodbye as you walk back towards the building.

You find a bathroom and change into the dorky t-shirt, grinning like an idiot. You go to your second class, midway through the lecture your phone dings. It's a text from an unknown number.

Unknown number

Hey y/n, it's Mark :) 

You decide to leave it for now and focus on class. Once you're on the bus to go back home you open your phone and answer the text. 

You

hey Mark :) thank you again for the shirt

though i definitely look like a dork

You take a selfie of yourself and the shirt and send it with the message.

He responds immediately 

Unknown number

You look really cute in my shirt 

You giggle to yourself. You respond back and continue to text him throughout the bus ride. Once you're home, around 6pm, you throw the shirt in the laundry and send a quick text saying you can't talk for a bit, and decide to take a nap, still wearing Mark's shirt. 

You wake up three hours later. You switch the shirt from the laundry machine to the dryer, whoops, you think to yourself. You then go to the bathroom and fix up your makeup. After that you go to your closet and pick out something cute - yet casual - to wear. 

You make your way up to the rooftop and wait for Invincible.

About thirty minutes pass and there's no sign of the superhero. Your phone is softly playing music, although tonight it's not sad, it's chill. You grab your phone and open the messages app. 

You

hey sorry i fell asleep lol

You set your phone back down and wait for a text back.

A few minutes after you send the text Invincible arrives. He sits down next to you without you even noticing, “Hey y/n.” He says with a cheeky smile. 

You jump, “Jesus dude, you scared the crap out of me!”

“Gotta be more aware of your surroundings.” He chuckles. 

You punch him in the arm. It slightly hurts, once again. 

“Ouch.” He feigns pain.

“That could not have possibly hurt you.” 

“It hurt reallyyyy bad.” 

“Uhuh… sure.” 

He looks at you and smiles widely, “So, what'd you get up to today? Anything fun?” 

“Um, not really. Just had class. Oh! And some guy spilled coffee on me.”

“Oh that's no fun. Did he at least apologize?”

“Yeah he did.” You laugh, “He apologized a lot actually. And gave me a dorky t-shirt with a comic book character named Seance Dog on it.”

“Hey, Seance Dog is good.”

You look at him with your eyebrow raised, “You like Seance Dog?”

“Um, yes?” He smiles sheepishly.

“Wouldn't have taken Invincible as a dork.” 

“You'd be surprised… I am just a guy at the end of the day.” 

“Yeah, a guy who is literally invincible.” You chuckle slightly. “Tell me something else about you.”

“Can't be giving away my identity, can I?” 

“Ugh.” You groan, “You're no fun.” 

“I'm plenty fun.” He says defensively with a hand over his chest.

“Prove it.” You smirk at him.

He stands up, immediately grabs you and positions you in bridal style again, and boosts off the ground into the sky, making you shriek. 

“What the hell, Invincible!” 

“What? You wanted fun!” He smiles devilishly. He goes over to the waterway and flies close to the water, “Put your hand out, the water usually feels nice.” 

You do as he says and watch as the water reacts to your touch, a huge smile on your face. You splash some of the water up into Invincible’s face and laugh.

“Hey! I could just drop you, you know!”

“You would never.” You challenge him. 

He squints his eyes at you and flies back up to the sky. You wrap your hands around his neck and pull your body close to his. He smiles down at you. 

He brings you back to your building, where your phone is still sitting playing music, and places you down gently. 

“Did I prove I'm fun?”

You roll your eyes. “Yes, yes you did.” 

“Good.” He smiles.

“Good.” You smile back. 

You stare at each other for a moment, it feels like one of those moments where he's going to lean in to kiss you, but he doesn't. 

Instead he groans and says, “Be there in a second, Cecil.” He looks into your eyes apologetically, "I'm really sorry, y/n, but I have to go.”

“No rest for the wicked, huh?”

“Yeah, not really.” He rubs the back of his neck, "I'll see you tomorrow?”

You smile. “Yeah, sure.” 

You hated living in Chicago. Especially after the Omni-Man and Invincible fight that killed over 2,000 people, including a family friend.

Losing that family friend has been really hard for you. You'd known them since the day you were born, they took care of you and loved you just as your parents did. They were basically a third parent. And they were gone.

So, you found yourself sitting at the edge of a building, ready to fall off. To meet with them again, in a ‘better place.’ You were playing some music softly from your phone, which sat to your left. You stare into the black night sky, dotted with the twinkling stars, just thinking.

Thinking about how hard life has been since the incident. Thinking about how easy it would be to just fall. The way the wind would feel on your skin as your body went flying down. The way your mind would finally be clear.

A voice brings you out of your thoughts, though you're unsure what they said. Your head spins around to look for the voice, and standing right behind you is the one and only…

“What?” You ask, slightly confused, slightly starstruck.

“I asked if you were okay.” Invincible answered.

Your glossy eyes move down to the street below, watching as a singular car passes by, “Yeah I'm fine. Thanks.” 

“You sure? Your music is pretty sad. You look pretty sad.” He begins rubbing his left arm, almost nervously. 

“Yeah, I'm sure I know how I feel.” You state stubbornly. You look back at him, your eyebrows knitted in frustration. 

“And now you look angry.” He says, laughing softly. He moves over to your right and takes a seat beside you. He lets his legs dangle below and kicks them slightly. 

“Maybe I am,” you shift uncomfortably, “maybe I wanted some peace and quiet.” 

“Okay.” He says, but he doesn't leave. Instead he leans back on his hands and stares at the stars. 

You look at him, confused and annoyed. “What are you doing?” 

“Sitting with you. Enjoying the peace and quiet. Well mostly quiet. You are still playing music.” 

“Uh huh…” you shift uncomfortably once again. You don't really know what to say. “Shouldn't you be out saving people?” Or killing people, you think to yourself.

“Maybe I am saving someone.” 

You scoff and roll your eyes. “Yeah? Who?” 

“You.” Neither of you say anything for a moment, sitting in the silence. “I know what it's like. Wanting to just let yourself fall. Trust me.” 

You look at him, unconvinced, “Really?” you say, almost sarcastically. 

“Yes really.” He takes a deep breath. “After the… incident with my- with Omni-Man, I wanted to fly high into the sky and just let myself fall. In fact, I did do that. But I stopped myself before fully reaching the ground.” He looks into your eyes, “I get it.” 

You don't say anything. You look back out into the night sky. A minute passes. “You're the reason I'm here.” He looks at you, obviously confused, even behind that mask. “My… someone close to me died when you fought Omni-Man. They'd still be here if it wasn't for you.” There was a slight venom to your voice, but mostly heartbreak. 

“I'm- I'm really sorry.” 

Silence once again falls between you, the only noises being your music and the night. 

“I’m sorry, too. What I said was mean.”

“It's okay. I blame myself too.”

You look into the goggles of his mask, sorrow filling your eyes. You're about to say something, but instead look away. 

“What's your name?” 

“What's yours?”

He laughs. A real laugh. “You know I can't tell you that.” 

You laugh too, softer than his. “I'm y/n.” 

He puts out his hand for you to shake, “Nice to meet you y/n.”

You take his hand, “Nice to meet you too, Invincible.” 

He cracks a smile at you, toothy and charming. “Wanna go for a flight?”

“What?”

“Let me fly you around the city. It's very beautiful at night.”

“What?”

“C’mon y/n, seriously.” He stands up and offers you a hand, “let me show you Chicago from high above.” 

You laugh again, you can't believe this is happening. “Um… okay?” You grab your phone, then his hand, and he helps you up. 

“Can I carry you?” You nod slowly, and he swiftly picks you up bridal style, making you yelp. “Sorry.” He smiles down at you sheepishly. “You ready?”

“Yeah.”

He slowly begins to rise from the rooftop, careful not to scare you. He begins to fly forward. The wind against your skin feels fantastic, it's not too cold, it's just right. Your hair flies around wildly, though Invincible doesn't seem to mind. You close your eyes and smile. This is better than falling.

You open your eyes and look below, the buildings glow softly with yellow lights, it looks beautiful. You laugh. A real, genuine, full-hearted laugh. 

Invincible smiles down at you, “Having fun?” 

You look up at him, “Very much so.” 

He flies you around for about twenty minutes, it's the best twenty minutes you've experienced in who knows how long. Finally, he brings you back to the rooftop and sets you down gently.

“Alright, y/n, this is your stop.” He smiles cheekily. 

“If sitting on this rooftop listening to sad music gets me an experience like that, I might just have to do it more often.” 

“And if you keep doing it, I might just have to come to this rooftop more often.” 

You smile at him, “Thank you, Invincible, really. That was amazing.” 

“I'm glad you think so.” He smiles back. “Is this where you live? Or do I need to fly you home?”

“I live here.”

“Glad I know where to find you.” 

You smile softly, “A little creepy there Invincible.”

“Oh, sorry. I didn't mean it to be. It's just that-”

“I'm kidding.” You punch him in the arm playfully. It kinda hurts.

“Oh.” He laughs, meeting your eyes once again.

“If I come to this roof tomorrow night, will you meet me here?” 

“Yes.” He answers immediately, “Um, I mean, sure. I can meet you here.” 

Traveling with The Doctor is… an adventure to say the least. It's fun, it's thrilling, it's even terrifying at times. But you wouldn't trade it for the world. 

The past four years of your life have been the best years; traveling the world - the universe - with a man you trust with your whole being. And sometimes he'd test that trust, like today. 

You were on a planet distant from earth, called Uropia, which claimed to be a utopia. The problem with this utopia? It wasn't an utopia at all. The people were prisoners of their own planet, controlled by one man and his army of alien robots. 

You were currently running from said alien robots, who were shooting at you with their built-in laser rays.

“So what's the plan Doctor?” You half yell while dodging the rays.

“I don't know yet. We'll figure it out.”

“I hate when you say that!” 

“Ohhh, you love it!” He yells back with a grin. 

You groan, but smile, continuing to run down the hallway. Four years ago, you probably would've passed out from fear, but today? Today you were more excited than terrified. 

Dodging death had become your new normal, somehow it became fun. Escaping from aliens, or simply deranged humans, became a pastime almost. You became more and more like The Doctor with every adventure. 

“Turn right!” He yells when the hallway finally splits. As you slide around the corner you notice The Doctor pull his sonic screwdriver from inside his trenchcoat and point it at the robots. It whirrs softly as blue light emits from the end, and the robots stop in their tracks, frozen and unable to move. 

You quickly come to a stop, nearly falling over, “Now why the hell didn't you do that before?”

“Didn't think of it.” He shrugs while placing the sonic back where it belongs. 

“I hate you sometimes."

“Oh, don't be like that. I know you love me.” 

“Those are not mutually exclusive, Doctor.” 

He rolls his eyes, but grins, and grabs your hand, “C’mon, let's keep going in case more are coming” 

You run together, hand in hand, until you finally reach a door to the outside world. He goes to open it but, of course, it's locked. He once again reaches for his sonic to use on the door. Before he can take it out of his pocket a ray shoots at you and hits the wall less than a foot away from you. You yelp at the close call.

“Hurry up Doctor, I didn't exactly plan to die today!”

“Sorry, sorry, one second.” He points the sonic at the robots once again and they freeze. He then points it at the door, which opens with a creak. He grabs your hand again. “Let's go!”

You begin running, your feet finally hitting grass, albeit red grass, after hours indoors. The sky is a beautiful shade of orange, it reminds you of the sunsets back home on Earth. You can see the TARDIS not far in the distance, the blue of the police box contrasting starkly with the orange sky. 

You look behind you to see more robots coming out the door, “Oh shit Doctor, we gotta run faster!” 

You both pick up the pace. As you get closer to the TARDIS the doors open, allowing you to easily run in without finicking with the lock. You run deep into the TARDIS as The Doctor closes the door behind you. 

“y/n, set the coordinates, we need to go!” 

“But we haven't helped the Uropians yet!”

The robots begin banging on the TARDIS door.

“We'll come back, but we need to go! Now!” 

You do as you're told and punch in coordinates that would have you floating not far from the planet. The Doctor runs to the console and begins flicking levers and pressing buttons, you do the same. Four years on the TARDIS and you learn a thing or two. 

The TARDIS begins to whirr, a sound that brings you joy, and the floor shakes slightly as you begin to travel. 

“Ha, we did it! Told you we didn't need a plan.” He winks at you.

“That is not what you said at all.”

“Eh, it's basically what I said.” 

“It really isn't.” 

“It kinda is.” 

“Sure, whatever.” You roll your eyes with a smile. You walk closer to him and grab his hands, “Thank you for saving me, Doctor.”

He holds your hands and looks into your eyes, “Always, y/n. Always.” 

You smile sheepishly, looking down at the pair of hands. He removes one of his hands from your grip and brings it up to your face, cupping your cheek and guiding you to look back at him. 

“I love you, y/n.” He smiles, “You know that right? I'd never let anyone hurt you.” 

“I know, Doctor. I love you too.” 

He leans closer to you and places a soft kiss on your lips. The TARDIS groans, you're unsure if she's pleased or displeased by the public display of affection.