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dw belongs to bbc. this fanfic belongs to me.

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teagan greene • twenty one • main
the 13th doctor • over 2000 • main
ginny • three • teagan's beloved cat
more will be added once introduced
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prologue • chapter one • chapter two
chapter three • chapter four • chapte
r five • chapter six • chapter seven •
chapter eight • chapter nine • chapte
r ten • chapter eleven • chapter twelv
e • chapter thirteen•chapter fourteen
linked means finished.

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reserved post, 'cause knowing me, i'll probably need it.

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one more cx feel free to post now.

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blissieThe weird thing about dreams is that sometimes you can remember them vividly, or they just fade away, leaving only bits and pieces of the dream scattered in your head. It’s almost like the dream slipped into your consciousness by accident, and scrambles your memories when you wake up to keep you from blabbing about it. As if … maybe … just maybe, it doesn’t want you to remem—
blissieTeagan heaved a sigh, lifted her custom, flower-printed pen from the yellowing pages and gingerly laid it on her old, wooden desk, leaving the –ber in “remember” unfinished. The desk was originally supposed to be painted white, but the paint had been chipping so that there was more brown than white. She made a mental note to paint it, more to silence her mother’s consistent nagging—who, although no longer lived with her daughter since she moved out, still got after her—rather than for the sake of the desk. Teagan leaned back, which caused the front two legs of the chair to lift off of the ground, and tapped her chin with her pen repeatedly. After a moment, her silvery eyes brightened and she scribbled the last sentences onto the notebook’s page, which was bursting with hasty, indecipherable scrawls.
blissieBut why? Why, why, why?
blissieThat is how Teagan Greene’s mind worked. It processed information differently than others; examined the little things that most would overlook or toss to the side. Granted, she wasn’t special. She didn’t have mind-blowing intelligence and she certainly wasn’t going to be president one day. Teagan Greene wasn’t anything special or extraordinary … but she was different. Gears were always turning in her head, always working. Always thinking.
blissie“Ginny, do you think I’m crazy?” Teagan said to the cat perched on her knee, giving the fat thing a scratch under its chin, to which Ginny (that was the cat’s name) craned her head around, staring blankly at Teagan before giving her fluffy, speckled chest a quick, furious lick. “Yeah,” grinned Teagan, absent-mindedly running her fingers through Ginny’s long, silky fur. “I’d have to agree with you.” She sighed, pushing her chair out from the desk, daring a quick glance at her alarm clock. The time 1:37 a.m. blinked in and out.
blissieYikes.
blissieTeagan pushed her tangled mess of hair from her face. The neon numbers seemed to taunt her as they continued to flicker in and out. Teagan made a face at the clock, scooping Ginny up in her arms and plopped down on her bed, which had been messily made that morning. Ginny curled up in the inward curve of Teagan’s waist, purring contently. Teagan couldn’t sleep, though; her head was still swimming with memories of the strange dream she had had the night before. She remembered the man’s voice, the way he called her by name even though she had never once mentioned it. She thought about the strange way he talked. She thought about how much she was like him—scatterbrained, always busy and … odd. How so very odd he was. He had mentioned his name, but she couldn’t seem to recall what it was. Something strange. Frustration simmered inside of Teagan. She pressed her fingers against her temples, willing the memories to return, but it was to no avail.
blissieSleep did come eventually, but when it did, it was troubled and fitful.
blissieWhat was that blasted man’s name?

[sky dancer.]

you can't make a dw fanfic and except me NOT to post/read. <3

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you can't make a dw fanfic and except me NOT to post/read. <3

aw jen, you're the best <3 <3

[ivory.]

Marking x3. I really like it so far!

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ebony & thorrissia // i just saw these posts. thank you both sooo much! ♥ i should have the first chapter up tomorrow. cx