I stared at my reflection in the mirror, kind of confused if that was actually me or not.

"What do you think?" Alternate-Me piped as I smiled.

My hair was waved a little more professionally and had more order to it, rather than it being a tangled mess. She helped me shower, so I wasn't covered in dirt, soot, and ash. She supplied me with a new outfit; a baby pink dress that went down to my knees with red buttons and red ribbon tied around my waist.

"I love it," I whispered, looking over and offering her a smile, which she gratefully returned.

"Great! Oh! One more touch!" She spoke, walking over to me and sliding my glasses onto my nose and over my eyes. I fixed the arms that hooked behind my ears as she smiled.

"Now, I want to know about your life. Because, apparently, the same people in alternate dimensions have different backstories," She spoke as I nodded.

"Well, my mother died giving birth to me. My dad raised me in Vault 101, having everyone tell me that's where I was born. He left one day and the only option I had was to chase after him, otherwise the other dwellers would've killed me," I started as she listened intently.

"I left the Vault and was left in the middle of nothing. No friends or family. No anything. I had found civilization, but it wasn't enough. I had then managed to make a friend. He isn't what you're expecting. He was an old mangy mutt that had been starved and raised out in the loneliness of the Wasteland," I whispered as she smiled up at me.

"Just like you?" She whispered as I grinned.

"Just like me. His name is Quasar," I spoke, instantly making her gasp.

"Wait, that's how you met your Quasar?" She beamed as I nodded.

"My dad bought me a puppy when I was born. That's my Quasar," She spoke as I smiled.

"I'm just so happy that everyone has such a safe life here," I sighed in relief.

"So tell me, how'd you meet the other mutt? Y'know, the one you came here with?" She spoke as my eyes narrowed on her.

"My boyfriend?" I sassed as her jaw fell.

"Okay, so tell me. What lovey-dovey story happened for that madness to go down?" She asked as I cleared my throat.

"You want a story? You got one. A little girl, who went by the name of Cywren Caster, wandered into a shabby village that was titled Big Town. Cywren roamed around until her curiosity led her into the clinic. She entered the room, finding a boy, only a few years older than her, laying unconscious on the operation table. Now, Cywren had very high science and medical understanding. The doctor was out and Cywren was this boy's only hope. Fueling herself with confidence, she performed surgery. And successfully at that. He woke up later on, and she could almost feel her heart melt as she looked at his pale hazel eyes. She smiled instantly as he looked over her in confusion. His name was Timebomb," I spoke, hearing clapping from behind me.

We both snapped our heads back, seeing the two Timebomb's standing there.

"Never heard the story from that point of view," My Timebomb spoke, making me blush and pull my head down.

"Can it," I playfully laughed, lightly pushing him back as he chuckled.

  I smiled at him, walking out the door as Timebomb placed his forehead against mine.

His pale eyes stared into mine as he played with my waved hair.

"You look amazing, Love," He whispered against her skin as she giggled.

"Thank you," She whispered, placing a peck on his lips.

"Cy?" I heard a voice speak, making me turn around and look at the owner of the voice.

  Of my voice.

"Hmm?" I asked as she smiled.

"I may have had the perfect life... But you got the amazing love life," She spoke with a smile as I grinned.

"And even though we can't stand one another, we hope you two are happy together," Alternate- Timebomb said, making me smile brightly.

"Thank you," I heard Timebomb whisper, placing a kiss on top of my head.

  Timebomb and I headed out and back in the direction of the TARDIS.

"I have a question," Timebomb spoke as we stopped. Our eyes met and a smile spread across my face.

"What is it?" I asked as he smirked.

"How do you know you didn't take the wrong Timebomb?" He asked as my smirk grew.

  I placed my index finger at the base of his neck and drug my finger over, allowing me to see his collarbone. He looked at it too, smiling over at me.

"I picked the right one..." I whispered, poking the scar tissue from one of the seven bullet wounds that I had healed.

"I'm glad you did..." He whispered huskily, placing his palm on the back of my head and connecting our lips, both of us smiling.

  Both of us enjoying each other.

((I apologize for anything that doesn't make sense... It's currently 1:50 and my brain went to sleep a few hours ago...))