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“During the second world war,” Fitz said with a simple shrug of his shoulders. “And afterwards. It got less bad as it went on… or I got used to it,” he mused. Upon a brief thought about the year and how young he was – or how young he looked; it would never sync with Fitz that although his mind had been alive for thousands of years, his body was only a few years old – he grinned. “Time travel. I think I mentioned. Although… maybe that hadn’t happened yet.” He rolled his eyes to show he was joking.
He stood up after finishing his own sandwich and made her another one, this time putting a little more on it to help fill her stomach. “Here you go,” he said, setting it down in front of her and refilled her tea. “Hey, if you want to stick around, I’m sure the Doctor will be waking up in a few hours. He doesn’t sleep for very long, anyway. I bet he’d be willing to give you a little ride.” The Doctor normally didn’t like Fitz letting strangers into the TARDIS, but Fitz figured that in a pinch, Evelyn could just pout. She was cute enough to get away with it like that.
So he was from the past. Well not the past to him, it would be his present, but her past. Or would it be... The mere thought brought Evelyn a headache. He smiled at him when he made his little joke. It wasn't really funny, but she wasn't gonna point that out. Right now.
"Thank you." She immediately started on her second sandwich, this time eating it slower. "Really?" Evelyn perked up, sitting up a little straighter, and her face lighting up with interest. She would love to see how this machine worked, and to meet this 'eccentric' Doctor. But she wasn't going to let Fitz know this, she had an image to uphold. Instead she simply smiled brightly at him, mischief sparkling in her eyes. "I take it he's used to you bringing strangers around."
“Really,” he confirmed. “The Doctor loves kid geniuses.” He could name around five off the top of his head that the Doctor had told him about, though he’d only met two of them. He picked up on her excitement rather easily – even if she didn’t say anything, she didn’t seem to bother trying to hide her body language. At her question, he rolled his eyes slightly and shrugged.
“Not quite,” he said. “First time I brought a stranger around he wasn’t too thrilled. Threatened to kick me off, actually. And then once I accidentally invited this weird bug creature that could take over minds.” Fitz leaned closer and narrowed his eyes. “Are you a bug creature? If so, keep the weirdness at a minimum.”
She started to get a little nervous when Fitz told his little story. Would the Doctor really be thrilled? Or upset? She locked that away in her mind for now, she'd just have to wait and see what happens. No point and making her self upset over nothing, if it would be nothing. No eve, stop it.
She giggled a little before, putting a hand over her mouth to stop it. "Last time I checked, I was completely human." She poked him in the chest playfully, before going back to her sandwich. "What was it like in your time?" She was curious to know about the past, sure she had read about that time in history books. But it never talked about what it was actually like to be there. What better way to learn then from someone who actually grew up there.
“Well, as long as you’re sure,” Fitz grinned. “Though you might need to check again.” He stuck his tongue out at her when she poked him. At her question, he looked a little affronted – ‘his time’ made him sound like such an old man. He’d only been taken from the sixties, and he was prepared to tell her that when he realized that she lived half a century into his future. Oh. He was old.
Fitz chuckled. “Well, we rode our pet dinosaur to school each day. We warmed ourselves by the fire during winters and grunted at each other. I only know English because the Doctor taught me,” he said. “But I was the tribal leader, you see. Fitzgerald the Fantastic, that was my name,” Fitz declared. “You buying any of it?”
Eve raised an eyebrow as he told his story. She hoped he didn't expect her to believe any of this. Even if it was funny. In a way. "Not a word. Nice try though, extra points on the Dinosaur statement." She finished her second sandwich, and pushed the plate in front of her a little, so she could rest her arms on the table. She fidgeted with her shirt for a second, it was a little big on her ( like most of the clothes she wore) but she would get used to it. That was the downside of being so small. You could never find clothes that really fit.
She sipped her tea gratefully, letting it warm her from the inside out. She wasn't looking forward to going back to the streets, But she pushed that aside. Right now she was happy and warm, and that's all that mattered.
“Can’t blame a bloke for trying,” he smiled, taking the plate and washing it. He sat back in the seat put his arms on the table, mimicking her posture. “It wasn’t too different than the time you’re used to. The people were a little less nice, the drugs were cheaper, and the music was better. Not that I’d expect you to know anything about the second bit.” He grinned at her and brought his knees up to his chest. “There’s probably other clothes that fit you well… he’s had a few kids travel with him before, mostly girls.”
“I don’t listen to music anyway.” She took a sip of her tea, eyeing him over the top of it. “I’m fine with the clothes I have. It’s comfier to have clothes that are a little too big, instead of clothes too small anyway.” She brought her knees up to her chest, mimicking his posture. “Was it hard growing up during World War two?”
“You don’t listen to music?” he repeated incredulously. He couldn’t understand how someone could just… not listen to music. “I was a musician before I met the Doctor,” Fitz told her, grinning a little cockily. “Fitz Fortune.” He could understand her thoughts about clothes – all of his clothes hadn’t fit either growing up, and he was too skinny to find anything nowadays, so he just wore loose clothing.
“Sort of. The other children all went to the countryside, but I stayed in London. I was German, so they didn’t really care. It was mostly just racism and the anti-German propaganda that went with the war than the war itself,” he mused. “And my family that was left in Germany had it worse than us. My uncle was taken into one of the camps…”
“A musician?” She pursed her lips a little, trying to imagine him as a musician. She couldn't see it. “Were you any good, Fitz Fortune?” She listened to the rest he had to say politely, thinking it over. People must have been terrible in those days, even if there was a world war going on you think they could have been a little nicer. Then again, people weren't that different nowadays.
“Did he live?” She knew most people didn't survive the camps, but a few were lucky. She still couldn't understand how one man could hate a race of people so much. Not only was it ridiculous, but it was just.. not human. Who knows, maybe he wasn't human. Wouldn't be the strangest thing she'd learned today.
“A musician,” Fitz agreed. He scoffed as she asked him if he was any good. Any good. He tugged out his collar a little smugly. “Yep,” he told her. “Intergalactic rockstar. Keeps me busy,” he told her. A slight exaggeration, but hey. He’d been well-liked at Molly’s. He was one of her only regular musicians, and he did have more than a modicum of talent. It was the only thing he could lay claim to. “People liked me.” Never mind it was at a seedy bar where the patrons were drunk.
The term ‘alive’ seemed strange to apply to his uncle. He had never met his uncle before he’d come back from the camps, but what he had seen was a broken soul with broken bones and a numbered tattoo that never faded. “Yeah, he lived.” By the skin of his teeth, and with only the Kreiner persistence to see him through. “—I guess he was one of the lucky ones.”
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