I'm not supposed to feel lost. I imagine John sitting on a chair, staring into nothingness, wondering what had gone so wrong and when did he actually lose his friend; his best friend, Sherlock Holmes. He surely must feel lost, not me.

If it is so, then why do I feel so numb, so drained and tormented? I shouldn't feel this way; I shouldn't feel anything at all, if I were to be honest. I'm the only one who knows he's alive, yet I'm probably the only one (after poor John, of course) to have all this burdening emotions that just won't leave. They're like daggers, stabbing me whenever they get the chance, and I am ashamed to admit, I am allowing them to kill my insides every second that passes by. I don't know how to fight; I was never a fighter. I could take the burden of one's shoulders, but I wouldn't know how to carry it myself. I'm not sure how to go on, when I feel like everything in my life is so foggy.

Doctor Who AU//In which The Doctor is King of Time Lords and Amy Pond, Princess of Earth

He was probably the oddest alien she had ever seen, and truth to be told she had seen a lot of them. But it was strange to name him an alien for he looked just like all the other human beings: brown, messy hair, white skin, cheekbones, enough tall. He wasn't blue or green; he had no antlers or anything that could prove her that he wasn't from planet Earth, yet there was something about him, some kind of an extra-terrestrial aura, and it amazed her.
Princess Amelia looked around the room, her emerald green eyes scrutinizing the area to find the man who called himself The Doctor. A rather strange title for someone who might probably be a king; he had to be a king. She couldn't picture him anything else but that. As weird as he was, he had to be a King. She made a quick mental note that from now on whenever she would refer to him, he'd be the Erratic King. Yes, that denomination would suit him rather well. The redheaded princess quietly smiled to herself, while taking a sip out of the drink in her hands, and nodded slightly as one of the guests told her something worthless enough to not be listened to.
"Where is he? The Erratic King?", Amelia whispered to herself. She was sure she had caught a glimpse of him just minutes before, so where was he now? What even was he? There was a whole mystery floating around this man and her thirst for knowledge desperately required to be fed.
"Oh, tricksy time!", a voice behind her echoed, and the girl turned around just as she saw the man appearing out of a blue box. A box that very much looked like an old police box. "I know you're not fond of this place, lovely, but in order to leave this dimension you have to let me fix yTou!" Amelia watched the scene with interest glowing in her eyes. He was speaking to the police box. But it couldn't just be a police box. It couldn't. So what was it?
"Something's wrong!", the man continued, looking around, "Something is very out of place in this dimension. But what, what, what, what? Something, someone absorbed the entire knowledge of the universe ... someone ...", again his eyes wandered around and they eventually stopped on Amelia, with her long, green dress, her hair pulled up in an elegant bun, eyes fixed on him.
"How did you absors it all in there, human being?", he spoke quickly, running in her direction, something that looked like a wand pointed at her.
"I beg your pardon?", Amelia asked in a hushed tone, eyebrows furrowed at the man.
"You. You lived with a crack in your room. In your room in this castle. You, you are wrong. You're ruining my peregrination through time and space. You are the reason my TARDIS dragged me in here."
She observed how speaking quickly and waving his hands through the air at the same time was somehow of a twitch of The Doctor.
"You travel through time and space? So you're a Time Lord?"
"I'm not a Time Lord; I'm the King of Time Lords. Do your research."
"Modest.", she replied, rolling her eyes, but inwardly smiling to herself. She knew he was a King, she just new. And being the Kinf of Time Lords, that was even better.
"Get in.", he suddenly said, pushing her to the TARDIS.
"What?
"Get in the TARDIS. There's something wrong with you and I don't plan on staying in this dimension for too long, and you're the key to my escape so you're coming."
"Are you kidnapping me?"
"Borrowing you for a while."
"Where are you going to take me?", she asked, pushing the door open and refraining an It's bigger on the inside.
"All of time and space. Choose any galaxy and I shall take you there. Now sit, I have to figure out how you survived with a crack in time in your room."
"So we're going on an adventure through time and space. Brilliant. I'm Princess Amelia, by the way."
"Well it's good to see you're so keen to travel with an unknown Time Lord, Amelia. Nice name. Reminds me of a fairytale I once heard."
"Can I hear it too?"
"No. You're distracting me from fixing the TARDIS. Wibbly wobbly timey wimey stuff, time is."
She looked around, and with a smile on her face, waved at the closed door, as if she would say goodbye to the life she'd had before this man decided to take her to travel along with him through space. It was definitely more interesting than one of the boring parties she usually had to attend. She always wondered how the space looked like in real life.

The truth was, he never loved her. How even could he? He hated her from the inner of his heart; her despised her for every feeling she made him experience. They were all so new and mostly uncommon to him, it made him almost sick. And the worst was when she was friendly touching his hand or patting him on his shoulder as if they’d be old acquiantances.
He knew how all these feelings were worsening with every of their meetings. The last time they had randomly bumped into each other in the middle of a hallway, he couldn’t even mutter a word to her. She wasn’t beautiful, he knew that, but he found her radiant, as the sun flowers she so gently was raising in her small garden.
He was feeling not only disgusted with himself but would also laugh at the irony that life was. Some years ago he’d make fun of people like her, those who love Muggles and actually care for all those around.

“You know what’s unethical, Rowena”, Salazar heard Godric’s thick voice somewhere in the background, “cannibalism”, the man continued.

“It is not unethical if you have to survive”, Rowena explained him. “But I’m sure there are other unethical matters, not only cannibalism. What do you think, Helga?”
Helga, who was seated at her right, rose her brown eyes at them. She didn’t seem to have listened to their conversation, just like Salazar. “I guess to love to the point of hating, that is unethical”, the woman responded quietly. Salazar’s dark eyes wondered to her, scanning her delicate, innocent features. Her eyes flung at the same time in his direction and for a second they made eye contact, as if they were trying to tell each other something. Helga was the first to break it.
Godric and Rowena seemed to exchange some looks too. “And what do you think would make such a morality become ethical?”, Rowena questioned, her brown brows raising.
“I guess to choose a side. Either love or hate.”
Everyone turned astonished to realize the answer came from Salazar and not Helga. His eyes were still fixed on the petite woman, and she could sense it easily, as her cheeks became as red as her dress.