who_contest | Who Am I? ("Peculiar" entry)

Title: Who Am I?

Rating: G

Word Count: 719 words

Pairings or Characters: Eighth Doctor and Grace Holloway

Spoilers: The Eighth Doctor’s movie (Doctor Who Movie)

Warnings: N/A

Episode Setting: During the Eighth Doctor’s movie

Summary: “It’s all so strange. I can remember some things. I remember living so many different lives. But this one ... I don’t know the ending to. If I’m not one of them then…. who am I?

My head shot up as the clock struck eight o’clock. My memory had gone completely blank for a minute, but it all quickly returned. Or at least as much as I already knew … which wasn’t very much. I rubbed my temples and sighed.

Grace was still sitting next to the table after many long hours there. Her head was deep in medical books and charts. Her eyes darted from her books to her microscope and back again. Under her microscope was a sample of my blood. Grace insisted that this would find out who I was. I highly doubt that blood could tell me who I am, but I trust her.

Who am I? Could I be nobody? No, a nobody couldn’t be anyone. But anyone could be a nobody. Oh, stupid paradoxes and human logic. Out of the billions of creatures in the world who could I be? I’m certainly human. No, two hearts, can’t be human. Well, I do know one thing for sure. I’m very peculiar for whatever species I am.

I stared at Grace as she looked at her microscope. All of a sudden, a familiar song sounded from a box on the counter and I jumped to my feet.

“Oh, Grace! Grace!”

“What?” Grace looked up towards me quickly.

“I know who I am!” I smiled, brightly.

“You do?” Grace rose from her seat and walked over to me. “That’s great! Who are you?”

“I’m Jean Valjean! I just asked at that box told me!”

As I gazed toward Grace, my face full of delight but her face only held disappointment. She grabbed the box and started changing songs with a dial on the side.

“No, you’re not.” Grace sighed. “Jean Valjean is a character in the broadway show Les Miserables and are definitely not him. Also that’s a radio it plays music and that music is call “Who am I?”.”

“Oh,” My cheeks started to burn red as I realized my blunder. “Sorry. The memories are coming back slowly, but surely.”

“That’s alright.” Grace walked back over to her microscope and started examining my blood again.

I, on the other hand, decided to walk around her house to better understand Grace’s personality. You can tell a lot about a person on how their house looks.

I think Michelangelo told me that one.

I walked up the stairs of her house and my adventure began.

It’s slower than I thought it would be.

As I reached the top of the stairs I turned around the corner to her bedroom. It was very, very neat. The bed was made. The curtains were open wide allowing the sun to shine brightly through. Her pile of books and papers were in an orderly fashion. Suddenly, a picture frame caught my eye and I picked it up. In the picture was Grace and a man, happily smiling.

She was beautiful. Grace wore a gorgeous blue and white sundress that reached down to her knees. Around her neck was a lovely, clear-glass orb. Her face was perfectly framed by her red hair.

She is human. She looks like she has all her problems figured out. Well, except for her boyfriend. Stupid boyfriend. Who would ever give up Grace? She’s kind, sweet, very smart, and a doctor. Wait! A doctor? But I’m the Doctor! Ugg, so many memories and so little space in my brain. I wish I knew who I was.

I sat on Grace’s bed, still holding the picture in my hands. I pondered about anything that came into my head. Honestly, it wasn’t much. I wish I could have just remember my name at least.

“Why can’t I remember anything?” I asked myself. “Everything is missing. Where memories were aren’t there anymore. It’s all so strange. I can remember some small things. I remember living so many different lives. But this one ... I don’t know the ending to. If I’m not one of them then…. who am I?”

I heard Grace’s voice call me downstairs. I got off her bed and placed the picture back on the table. I rubbed the sides of my head and walked out of the room.

Well, it’s not like I have to save the world tonight. I have plenty of time to figure out who I am … I hope.

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gallif-migrant.livejournal.com

Feels like perfect Eight. Just like him to call going on a stroll through a house an "adventure!" Well done!

roseglade.livejournal.com

Thanks so much!
Did it really sound like him? I was inspired by your "Hindsight" entry to write something with Eight and Grace in it.
Thanks again! :)

Yes i did, and it's nice to know my story inspired you.

And yes, you got across the naive childlike nature of Eight, but also his ability to perceive things that most humans wouldn't pick up. Well done.

dancingdragon3.livejournal.com

This is thoughtful and a little sad, in a wonderful way. I'm not familiar with the movie, but this seems like something many of the doctors might go through, and I appreciate seeing this scary time from his pov.

Well, it’s not like I have to save the world tonight. I have plenty of time to figure out who I am

LOL! I'm guessing that proves not to be the case :-)

Oh, thanks for the nice comment!!

Yeah, the poor Doctor. Always having to save the world and never getting a day off. :)

Thanks again for reading!

a-phoenixdragon.livejournal.com

Bless...this is Eight to a tee!! Thank you, honey...

*HUGS*

Really?? Ya!

I just re-watch Eight's movie a little while ago and I literally fell in love with him ... again! He's so close to knocking off 10 as my favorite Doctor. Still can't decide though. :)

I'm so glad you think I captured him!
Thanks for reading!