Friend, Please

I Know About Your Gift

*Alex's POV*

I felt strangely... Warm. I opened my eyes and looked around. The Doctor was still in here. Did he stay in here all night? Oh fuck, what the hell was that dream? What could I have possibly done to fuck up the future this time?

Surprisingly, this didn't feel weird. I actually felt better than I did last night. Better than I have in a while. It was almost like a safe feeling. I laughed a little, his mouth was slightly open. Should I leave the room so when he wakes up it'll be a little less awkward? I don't really wanna move. He's warm as fuck. Is it because he has two hearts? Yes? No? Probably not. I put my face back in the Doctor's neck and I felt his arm tighten around me. He stretched a little and I heard him sighing. I expected him to get up and leave quietly, but he didn't. The Doctor rested his cheek on top of my head.

Was I supposed to fake wake up or something? Would that make this less awkward? I pretended to stir and groan. I rubbed my eyes as the Doctor looked down at me, "you stayed?"

"Course I did." He smiled at me. I felt his hand playing with the ends of my hair. "If you need someone, I plan on being there." That's nice, but I didn't need anything until I thought about how fucked up I am because of Mason. I really should stop blaming him for my own issues.

Now's not the time to be an ass, Alex. "Thank you." I hugged the Doctor tightly.

"Did you have any other dreams?" The Doctor tilted his head at me.

"Sort of." I shrugged, "it was just the man telling me that he didn't mean it." I don't even know if it was an actual message. It was fucking strange.

The Doctor scrunched up his face, "he's weird." Why are you judging him? Doctor, you're probably the strangest man I've ever met.

"I know." I shrugged.

"Are you okay now?"

"I'm okay as I'll ever be." I scratched the back of my head. The Doctor looked at me worriedly, but didn't push it.

"Go on, get dressed." The Doctor sat up and grabbed his jacket, "places to go, people to see."

"Lives to destroy." I shrugged.

"Shut up." The Doctor rolled his eyes at me and walked out of my room. I grabbed a pair of light blue jeans and a nice flowy shirt. I shoved my wand in my boot and brushed out the knots in my hair. I hate having wavy hair. Half of it is curly, half of it is straight. It'll look like a mess no matter what I do. I stared at myself in my mirror and sighed. How bad would it be if I thrusted my head through the fucking glass? Life is fucking stressful. Don't know what I ever did for life to always rip me a new one.

More importantly, how could the Doctor calm me down so fast last night? What did my future self mean by telling me to stay with him at the museum? I hate museums. I don't plan on going to one anytime soon. After he came, I slept better last night than I have in years, even when Mickey Mouse or Jack would stay with me. Why would my future self tell me to hug him and that I'd understand? Does the Doctor just give good hugs? Maybe I was just vulnerable last night? That's it. That's got to be it.

I walked out to the console, seeing Rose sitting on the jump seat while the Doctor ran around, pressing what looked to be every button. "Some kind of signal is drawing the Tardis off course." He was grinning like he won the lottery. Man, I want to win the lottery. That'd be pretty nice.