DISCLAIMER: DOCTOR WHO BELONGS TO THE BBC.
A/N: THIS STORY IS A RESULT OF ME BEING ILL. I DIDN'T WANT TO WRECK MY OTHER ONES WHILST I FEEL LIKE THIS. IT WOULD MAKE ME FEEL SUPER HAPPY IF YOU TAKE THE TIME TO READ THIS FIC.
WARNING : MPREG ( A GUILTY PLEASURE OF MINE). IF YOU DON'T LIKE THAT SORT OF THING THEN I SUGGEST YOU TURN BACK NOW.
From the moment Matt opened his eyes on that fateful Sunday morning he knew something was desperately wrong with him. Growing up, huddled underneath the ground, and running from the freaks that evolution had spat out had left him with a highly tuned perception.
Which meant the one droplet of sweat that was hovering on the surface of his forehead didn't go unnoticed. Matt never sweated! Reaching up he placed a hand on his forehead and swiped it away. He sat teetering on the edge of his bed, a frown creased into his features. His head felt unusually clouded, as though a giant rain cloud was blotting out any clear thoughts that arose within his mind. Matt literally jumped in fright as he heard a voice whisper into his ear,
" Matt are you alright?" It hadn't been the question that had startled him, but rather the voice. He swivelled round and stared at the beautiful woman lying in his bed in shock.
Letting out a slightly relived laugh, he nodded, " I am now yes." Moving forwards he placed a delicate kiss upon her lips. It was the most fantastic feeling, kissing her. All this time and he'd had to hold himself back. Only a couple of days ago he hadn't wanted to evolve her in his life. His life had been dangerous, and besides he had had to focus on saving the future. Now however he realised that he had been foolish. Emily wasn't a distraction! She made him a better person, and without her his mission could have quite possibly gone wrong.
Except it hadn't, he'd succeeded. At least he had succeeded stopping new dawn. Whether he had changed the future was another thing entirely. If the future really had changed then shouldn't his entire existence be a complete impossibility? Shouldn't his memories change? Why had his future self turned up? These were just a few of the many questions whirling around his mind, and he wasn't really sure if he even wanted to know.
This was his home now, and nothing was ever going to change that. Here he was happy, he had friends, and a gorgeous woman that stood by his side. He'd never go back, not in a million years. There was nothing for him back there.
" Matt, you're burning up."
Matt blinked and shook himself free of his broken reverie, " What?" He questioned.
" I think you've got a temperature. Darling, are you sure you're ok? " Emily cupped his cheek and looked at him with an unnerving amount of worry dancing within her dark pools.
He pried her hand off of him and backed away from her, rising to his feet, " I'm fine, honestly. Guess It's just been a long week." The lie struck him in the heart several times.
He wasn't fine. He was definatly not fine! In fact he felt down right awful, but for some reason he couldn't bring himself to tell Emily.
The fact of the matter was that he was scared. Terribly so in fact. Scared of what was happening to him, but even more importantly scared of having someone looking after him. No one had looked after him before. No one had even spared him a second glance. As a child he had had to care for himself, and that had been alright. It had been the absolute normal in the broken down society that he had been raised in. If you couldn't look after yourself then you'd die, simple as.
Reassuring Emily that he was fine one last time, he fled in the direction of the bathroom. Staring into his bathroom mirror, he sighed. His pale, pasty faced self glared back.
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