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lizzygrantarchives · 16 years

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Index Magazine, fall 2008

I'm waiting at Alice's Tea Cup, a café on the Upper East Side, when Lizzy Grant saunters up. She's wearing skintight black pants, a vintage floral blouse and a red letterman’s jacket. Her bright blonde hair is piled on top of her head and her eyes are rimmed with sooty eyeliner. If we were in a movie, her entrance would be scored with a vamp, the bass line revving to announce the arrival of an enchanting young ingénue.

But since we're not in a film, she's scored her own entrance with her CD Kill Kill. Produced by David Kahne (Regina Spektor, Sublime, Paul McCartney), the music is lush and cinematic, with strings, Wurlitzers, and electric guitars, recalling 50s-era Americana both sonically and thematically. The mix is anchored by Lizzy's voice, which twists between a smoky gravel and a breathy Marilyn coo as she wails about the timeless ache of love in a modern world.

Her EP, also titled Kill Kill, is out October 21 with a full length LP due in February ‘09. Over coffee, we discussed her music, her trailer home, and Tiger Beat.

You describe your music as Hawaiian glam metal and surf noir. How did you come to those descriptions?

At first I didn't know why I liked the “Hawaiian and glam,” idea but as I started listening to more artists I like, it made sense. There was just something about the look of Hawaii and then I started thinking more about Elvis and I couldn't believe how many Hawaiian references there were in his work. And the glam came from an old boyfriend, who was very handsome. He said that his music was glam, so I copied him. And then I started to look at other glam-y artists and movies-- you know, like “Velvet Goldmine,” and I thought, this is what I've always wanted to do. I'm very into a drag queen world-- anything showy and gold.

And what about metal?

The same boyfriend taught me all about Van Halen and Poison, and he called them metal bands. As soon as I heard them, I thought, “these are my people!” And then it was all that I listened to, so... When I met with all the big record labels, they didn't like the term “metal” at all, because admittedly the music doesn't sound like metal. But, it is influenced by men who like metal.

And surf noir is the similar to the Elvis references?

Surf noir is one of those two word phrases that came together for me. I was listening to a lot of Beach Boys and watching a lot of movies and I just felt like what I wanted to be was something “surf noir.” But then I started searching for the words together, and there is a movement called surf noir, but it’s a style of cinema… I couldn't buy Surfnoir.com.

So the EP has three songs-- any plans to release a full CD?

Yes, when I recorded with Davey [David Kahne], we recorded 13 songs. So I was never expecting to release an EP, but when iTunes came to us, and became fervent supporters and said, “put out anything and we'll give you the artist's spotlight.” We decided, okay, we'll just put out an EP, which was released on October 21.

The instrumentation is very theatrical and I was wondering what sort of process you used in writing those parts. Was it collaborative?

Before we started, we spent three weeks with really thorough emails back and forth-- I really liked the sound I had and I wanted to make sure to keep it. I told Davey that I wanted to sound like black and white, and I wanted it to sound famous and like Coney Island and like a sad party. And he wrote back, “I can do that! I understand that perfectly.”

How do you feel about how it came out?

I am pleased. The funny thing is, if it was exactly the way I wanted, then I would say that I am completely pleased, but because it's different than I expected, I'll be pleased if many other people like it too. I feel like a shithead saying that...but I hope it gets some kind of recognition just so that I can move on and do some different things.

What type of things would you move on to?

I always expect that once I do something, I'm going be able to transition into this better life, like maybe move somewhere else or get to know more people. Ideally, I would like to move back to a little part of New Jersey or Coney Island and have people to work with on little projects like music videos, because I do much better in a box. Performing is really, really hard for me, so I would just like to have more people and more money to do more sexy projects.

Sexy projects!

Yes, I just want to have something to do all the time-- and it's easier to do when people think you're great.

Where do you see a record like this being played?

That's a good question. I was sure that I knew, but I've been wrong. For instance, I've been singing recently at private parties for young Wall Street, and not so young Wall Street, and I'm surprised that they like the music. I guess that's not really a demographic though is it?

A recently unemployed demographic, but...

[Laughs] And I started singing at places in my hometown like the American Legion, and the friends I have here-- biker guy transplants from small towns. So maybe them too?

I thought it was really interesting that you use a lot of very feminine cultural signifiers with references to Daddy figures and pinup styles. At the same time, it feels modern because the narrator of the songs is very clearly the one in control. Do I understand it correctly?

I think you do. I guess my songs started being songs that I liked when I stopped being nervous about the content. I do like singing about “Daddy” and “baby”-- “Daddy” being the man and me being the “girl.” I didn't know that that had been such a prevalent theme in the Fifties, but now that I’ve listened to more music from that era, I see that it is. And I’m very relieved, because I don't want it to seem like I have a complex! But it's something I can't get over. I want to have a life where there's just one man in it, and I haven't found that.

But then in the song “Gramma Blue Ribbon Sparkler,” it seems your grandma is telling you that there will be one guy, and you respond that you want to be “the whole world's girl.”

That's funny. I mean, that was the last song we recorded and I already had the choruses, and I got to write the verses while I was living in a trailer in New Jersey. The best part of it was the light rail that ran from the Park to Hoboken. I wrote the verses on that, back and forth, because that’s the best view of the city. I think that was one of my happiest times, and I think that makes for happiness in the verses. And I remember telling my grandma, “I wish I could meet someone.” And she said, “When I was young, we didn't have the chance or the choice to try and see a lot of people-- you had to meet a man and that was kind of it-- but don't be afraid to meet everybody.” And I thought, you're the first person in my family who's ever made me feel like it’s okay to want to try and find the right thing.

Were you living in a trailer when you were making the record?

Yes. And I know how that sounds. But the fact is that I always thought it was a dream. It was the first place that was mine. And the people-- it's a real community. People decorate their homes.

Speaking of embellishment, it seems like style is very important to you and you have a very cohesive package in music and your look.

Well, wanting to have a defined life and a defined world to live in has been a lifelong ambition and desire for me, but it has changed a lot. Which is fine.

Now, it's very retro-inspired but modern, similar to the music.

A lot of the songs on this record came about because I didn't have a lot of exposure to all things cool, but now that I do, I just realize that I fit in perfectly. So I plan on just gratefully incorporating more of it.

Sounds very organic.

Yes, though now that I have been exposed to more, it's getting harder. I don't want it to feel like I'm copying anyone.

Did you ever read Tiger Beat magazine?

Tiger Beat? Like Jonathan Taylor Thomas?

Exactly! They always do quizzes about things people like, so I thought it would be fun to give you a little Tiger Beat style test!

Cool! That's a big deal.

Three things you always have with you.

Three things I always have with me… [rummages around in her bag and pulls out items.] A sparkle notebook. Lip liner. Cayenne pepper.

Cayenne pepper! Why?

When I get nervous, I put Cayenne pepper on my lips. It calms me down.

Best pickup line ever used.

It was something like, “If I said you had a beautiful body, would you hold it against me?” I didn't get it at first and I was like, well no, but that's very nice.

Most embarrassing song on my iPod or generic MP3 player.

I would say a self-help audio-book.

Favorite food.

Coffee. And pie.

If you could kiss any celebrity, who would it be?

Oh that's good. Antony. From Antony and the Johnsons.

Describe yourself in three words.

Confused. Floral. And ah, odd?

I was expecting Hawaiian glam metal.

Oh, that too!

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Originally published on indexmagazine.com.

#2008 #Kill Kill #Index Magazine #Brea Tremblay

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themowearchives · 5 months

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Press Archive, Part 2

The Noise

No Guarantees CD review, September 2003

Too often, between a first demo, a first EP, and a first full-length release, some intangible quality which helps to make a band great gets lost or misplaced in the mix. This happened to the Throwing Muses and the Pixies. My Own Worst Enemy, on the other hand, has made the same transition with grace and aplomb. The older material is kickass as always: Who Knew is akin to 'Roadrunner' fronted by a sloe-eyed chanteuse; MIA is like electroshock that makes you smarter. Delicately bleak and lovely ballads like Why Not Beautiful, Pills and Pride, and the superb Late Show vary the pace. Poison is a nascent classic, with a desolately lively feel right up there with Human Switchboard; ditto the downright catchy dirge-cum-drunken-chantey "(I'm the One You Wanted) Not the One (You Got)". This isn't a perfect CD, but even interesting experiments like the quaintly odd Mr. Leatherboots, overproduced declamations like Throw It All Away and the dynamic but misguided power-pop cover of Never Talking to You are ambitious efforts. And the CD's craziest song, Yearbook, with its start and stop dynamic and inspired xylophone obbligatos, belongs on every college radio station playlist in the Western world. (Francis DiMenno)

No Guarantees CD review, via email, November 2003

I've been spinning the fu*k outta the thing and have fired off e-mails to Dubrow and Allison demanding they play "No Guarantees" on the airwaves!...That's some good singin/good playing...Sue is the real Mary Ellen, and (Steve is) the basher of strung-out chords and high-strung singing! No wonder Lindsay was inspired to swing from the chandeliers. My favorite song is Hey Hey Sunshine...a real anthem. Goddamn the fu*kin' EXHILARATION of the thing--total 11th Dream Day first album 1988 vintage days of college radio. Something about those days never ended and I wish it was then right now (aw god we didn't know how good we had it). But My Own Worst Enemy seems bursting with that same sense of epochal climax (which is what I look for in all music). Should also mention John is one fu*kin' awesome skinpounder. It's the luck of the Irish. (Joe S. Harrington, Author, SONIC COOL)

South of Mainstream

No Guarantees CD Review, November 2003

If you're anything like me you're wondering when this retro-cool trend in popular and indie music is going to end. It just isn't my cup of tea. Now, that being said, I'm not one to turn my back on, or my nose up at a good album. No Guarantees by My Own Worst Enemy made me set aside my lack of enthusiasm for this kind of musical expression. The driving force behind my "turnaround"? Susan Minichiello.

What a set of pipes! Her voice is powerful, emotive and intense. The disc's cover sticker mentions the band has been compared to Throwing Muses and Patti Smith. I can definitely see the validity of these comparisons. She's got incredible power and presence, best showcased on the dark and thrilling Poison. Another showcase is Late Show. With its simple musical arrangement, it highlights her voice, showing off its depth.

The tracks on which Steve provides lead vocals don't go over quite as well, with one exception: the short, catchy Throw It All Away where the fuzziness of the vocal track softens the nasal quality, making pitch less of an issue, creating a very catchy vocal sound.

Musically it's a competent display of retro-feel modern rock. It's not going to blow you away with its awesome display of originality or groundbreaking use of their instruments. But it's certainly well crafted, catchy and, for the most part, quite melodic.

Generally speaking, two things can woo me to enjoy a disc that falls into a genre or subgenre that I don't normally appreciate. Fuzzy jangle guitar will get me every time. The other, the one that made me take heed of No Guarantees, is exceptional vocal skill. Thank you, Sue. You broadened my musical horizons. My Favorites: Poison and Throw It All Away. (SpodySingAlong)

Bostonia

No Guarantees CD Review, Winter 2003

Comparing My Own Worst Enemy (a great name, if too long) with the Modern Lovers and Patti Smith, as their label does, gives a good indication of the spunk found on this CD. Sue is mostly on lead vocals, and cuts like Poison are the best here, with loud, fuzzy guitars, the kind of music more likely to star on college radio than on MTV, and all the better for it. (Taylor McNeil)

Rock Pulse

No Guarantees CD Review, April 2004

Boston based trio My Own Worst Enemy consists of singer/guitarist Sue, singer/guitarist Steve and drummer and backing vocalist John (that's right, they're a completely bass-less band). Having being compared to the likes of poetic rock 'n' roll Queen Patti Smith and indie group Throwing Muses, this band have obviously been making an impression on the industry. The group's second full-length release is No Guarantees.

The 13-track album starts with 'Who Knew'; one of the more 'punk' influenced tracks on the CD. It's a strong track to open with as it showcases the raw, honest sound that this band are so good at, and starts to hint at Sue's rich vocals (this isn't really fully shown until later in the CD.)

Track 2, MIA has a more 'rockabilly' feel to it. This time, it's Steve on the vocals, with lyrics such as "listening to your records makes me wanna start a fight" conjuring up images of an American country bar where the beer flows as freely as the smart talk and punch-ups (or at least in my imagination...)

Track 3 is Why Not Beautiful and we're back with Sue on lead vocals. This track has a light, summery feel to it with striking singing. It is, quite basically, 2 minutes of purely pleasant music that will get you singing along in no time (just don't try to sing as well as Sue, it won't work.)

Poison is without a doubt my favourite track on the album. The music has a dark, sinister atmosphere to it that works perfectly with Sue's smoky, hazy voice delivering the disturbing lyrics. You have to listen to this song!

Late Show, is in my opinion, one of the best tracks on the album. It's a slow, thoughtful ballad with truly emotive lyrics that are delivered passionately by Sue; I can imagine lots of drunk and emotional people all over the world sitting in their rooms and singing along to this (again, I think I have an over-active imagination.)

Track 6, Hey Hey Sunshine is a poppy, happy hippy kind of song, with loose vocals and a beat that will get you clapping along, if not waving your tambourine about. I'm thinking wonderful summer days and lots of daisy covered fields.

Other highlights of this album include Not the One, with it's grungy guitar, moody vocals and repetition of the lyrics, "I'm the one you wanted, not the one you got." Track 10 is an impressive version of Husker Du's Never Talking To You Again, which is actually pretty catchy.

The penultimate track is Yearbook, a slightly strange song with Steve providing lead vocals. The lyrics include repetitions of such classic American yearbook signings as 'have a great summer', 'see you in September' and 'we'll be friends forever'. I'm warning you now, if you listen to this track more than once, you will get these phrases drilled into your head and will probably start using them in everyday life instead of the popular 'Good bye'. Possibly.

The album finishes with Pills and Pride, another ballad with heart-felt lyrics and a genuine performance from Sue, who takes the lead vocals. This song really communicates Sue's great voice, and is an effective way of winding down the CD.

Overall, this is clearly a good album, produced by a great band. And although I'm not a huge fan of retro-indie music, (or whatever those crazy kids are calling it these days) I have to say that this CD has changed my thoughts on the genre. No Guarantees has a little something for everyone, and the use of two main vocalists is effective in creating an appealing male/female dynamic. This album is poignant, passionate and powerful. (Jess)

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luminous-shifting-vibes · 3 years

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actual fucking quotes from the shiftblr coffeehouse discord server

out of context of course, what do you take me for? a sane person?

"they made lightning mcqueen hot"

"inch resting"

"Nix: Cars (2006) several people are typing..."

"im evaporating"

"enjoy precipitation"

"tow mater is more attractive than lightning mcqueen/hj"

"lightning mcqueen looks like he would call me a slur"

"why did I come back to a discussion regarding the attractiveness of vehicles"

"lark is the braincell of shiftblr tbh"

"you all need some grass in your life"

"me over here simping for block men and now literal cars"

"didn't nick wilde commit fraud canonically"

"i have no strong opinions on whether or not nick wilde is attractive"

"I AM AROMANTIC AND I AM NOT IMMUNE TO NICK WILDE"

"I am bisexual and I. Am not into Nick Wilde based on a simple fact he looks like he will drink all my pepsi and call me names"

"What is shiftbkr but not a bunch of simps"

"cries in Bianca Monroe"

"listen i have a folder called gayass

it is mostly pictures of kyoka jiro and virgil sanders"

"Nick Wilde x Reader where he steals your car 📷 carjacker to lovers AU 📷"

"he says "mama i like to step on keyboard""

"MY MOM JUST WALKED IN AND I HAD TO TELL HER I WAS LOOKING AT LIGHTING MC QUEEN HUMAN FANART"

"crab walks away"

""Y/N..." Nick whispered into your ear. "Your car...is a Honda Civic, right?" You looked up at Nick with a baffled expression. "Nick, my beloved? Whatever are you talking about?" "Just asking..." He said as he let you out of his embrace. "Hey, wanna see a magic trick, babe?" Your eyes sparkled. "Really, Nick? Of course!" Nick smiled. "Ok, close your eyes!" You giggled and closed your eyes, waiting for Nick to tell you to open up. Instead, you heard the loud rumble of a car starting up, and you open your eyes. Nick has stolen your car, and he has driven off into the sunset..."

"did y'all know his name used to be canonically Montgomery--he changed it to lightning mcqueen to get rid of his past"

"That is my exit number"

"cars trauma arc"

"wait do y'all know about car jesus" "as if jesus wasn't a ford focus in the bible"

"oh yall do not want to know about the trauma in my cars dr lmao"

"Dewit tau style babey make Lightning McQueen outlive everyone and stalk their reincarnations"

"Do they baptize other cars in like gasoline then"

"there is a pope car in the cars universe which means car jesus died for cars sins"

"NOT THE BOOMER MEMES"

"-lays facedown on the floor while caramelldansen plays-"

"like im serious how many of you guys endorse me falling face down on my floor" (NOT THE SAME PERSON AS PREVIOUS QUOTE)

"I will be Tall and no one can stop me"

"is a soft floor?"

"stop I thought faceplant meant like a succulent in the shape of a face instead of falling onto your noggin for a solid 10 seconds"

"Touch some grass??? What about eating grass"

"what if for every employee of the month i just printed out really horrible boomer memes"

"what ab smoking grass /j"

"Can the grassdirt smoothie be a special in the cafe"

"PLEASE IM ROLLING ON THE FLOOR REWRITINH THE DECLARATION OF INDEPENDENCE WHIKE SPEEDRUNINT MINECRAFT"

"you have to get good dirt from like the middle of a pennsylvanian forest for it to taste good though"

"I ate a four leaf clover as a kid cause i thought it would make me lucky"

"guys how do i see the mee6 leaderboard"

"I used to think i was half dragon and I ate plants out of sidewalk cracks"

"i think i punched someone"

"my parents told me to stop doing that so I looked at them and ate a flower"

"I ate grass when I was 9 bc I read warrior cats and thought I was a medicine cat ....................."

"bees are just spicy flies"

"I had a mental breakdown when I was three cause I didn’t know how to turn off a phone"

"My mom drank a bee once"

"when I was a baby I kinned ink sans."

"bro who here find the yellow hat man from curious george fine as heck 📷📷📷"

"mY LUNGSSSSSS"

"no one topping Him"

"I like em big"

"I think Moto Moto has no game like move over hunky boy I could beat you 1v1 Roblox Arsenal 📷📷📷"

"If you didnt have a crush on springtrap, jeff the killer, or Underfell/Gaster/Error sans don't talk to me /j"

"LOOK THEY'RE BOTH DILFS WITH ABS THAT WOULD FIGHT GOD"

"ZORO IS BANNED"

"Guys please help I found my old fnaf fanart from when I was 8 I'm in literal tears"

"OH NO BOT MY FIFTH GRADE HAMILTON PHASE"

"The worst attraction ive ever had has to be Sombra Overwatch"

"My family is like "save all ur art so I can sell it when you're famous" I literally could not sell this if I tried"

"screaming puppet"

"I just remembered Ive drawn overwatch/hamilton crossover fanart"

"my hermit crabs ate each other again"

"we're cannibals ????"

"having me here is a curse you have inflicted on yourselves and I for one am glad for it <3" "scitters around like a crab in anticipation"

"CARB DAY"

"WE NEED TO HAVE A WATCH OARTY"

"hey y'all ill be right back i have to throw away a crab carcass"

"if I watch cars I'm going to start laughing in the middle of it nonstop just because the word cars is funny and also cars are funny like how do you move silly little metal box with rubber circles"

"Lark asleep post catboy pitbul"

"Mwista Wowldwide! Nya!" "hermit crab 2: electric boogaloo"

"Is that why your name is chaos"

"manifest the crab power!!"

"cool dex fact: i can't read 📷"

"sighs adds to worship these entities list"

"with a knife <3"

"yeah and if he betrays me I could probably throw him across the atlantic ocean"

"give me his eyes"

"my good citizen i am a- wait no im nonbinary nvm"

"it worked on a fish idk what to tell you"

"what is gender??? Is that a board game?? If so can I be apples to apples that one's my favorite"

"CHUTES AND LADDERS"

"anyways actually my gender is Candyland"

"Oh god romes the destroyer of friendships/j"

"i am a simple gay i see math i run in the opposite direction survival instincts 101"

"math my beloathed"

"algebra makes me want to rip open a bag of swedish fish and swallow them whole"

"cackles in they're au characters and this will be very fun"

"pog !!!! me too ksajgks one of my drs is a sanders sides au"

"Is that bipper"

"tumblr sexyman"

"Good because he’ll fuck u up if u hurt a child"

"I want a wing-suit"

"looks like a bean would poison someone"

"my hermit crabs are cannibals what can i say"

"sonic the hedgehog kinnie"

"get yourself a man who is capable of the most ungodly actions but won't do them because of their morality owo"

"tell him he can steal my wallet"

"eyes"

"idk about y'all but I need blueberry sweet tea to live"

"y'know the red souls from soul eater i really want to eat those"

"but like only respectable crimes like stealing from elon musk"

"You can go cultbashing with he!"

"He acts like a flamboyant gay man, but if a flamboyant gay man was straight."

"Simp Satan 📷"

"definitely arson"

"They look like they enjoy lemon squares and other lemon desserts"

"Satan is all-powerful but he spends most of his time building honeymoon locations because he is convinced that the protag loves him"

"bc shes the reincarnation of his dead wife or something i guess"

annd here's a quote from our very own dream (@shiftingwastaken) that sums this post up:

"shiftblr but context makes it worse"

#not shifting #shitpost #out of context #tw cannibalism #tw stealing #tw poison #tw swearing #tw: drugs #tw: smoking #tw: death

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isis-astarte-diana · 4 years

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Milk and Honey: Day 2

Day 1 ‖ Day 2 ‖ Day 3

Summary: “I don’t need your pity. I won’t stand here and be fussed over by some idiot human child.” Wounds healing and ego bruised, Missy self-sabotages. You pick up the pieces the only way you know how.

Warnings: Possible bit of self-harming/OCD behaviour (obsessive cleaning and fingernail trauma, nothing too heavy). Missy does not handle vulnerability well and she gets nasty, but then she’s such a soft troubled baby that we all collectively pretend that it’s not problematic. Unhealthy relationship dynamics and angst. MIHOW.

Word Count: 3615

NB: Oops! It’s angst. Mostly hurt, bit of comfort. Stay tuned and hopefully the fluff will be back soon!

You wake up warm.

The bedside light is still on, its amber glow shaming the thin autumn sunlight that streams grey from the window. When you reach over to switch it off, something drags you back.

Missy has her arm flung across your stomach.

Beneath the duvet, her hand presses just above your navel. You can feel the weight of it when you breathe. Her fingers are splayed across your pyjama top, gripping the fabric tightly.

You stop dead still, half upright. Inexplicable panic floods your chest. "Missy?" You whisper into the pillow, hardly daring to turn your head and look at her.

"Hmm?"

For a single bloodcurdling moment, you think she must have woken; but then she hums again, squirming closer, her nose brushing the back of your neck. Any relief at realising that she’s still sleeping is lost when her arm tightens around your waist.

You think of staying there. With all of your free time spent travelling in the TARDIS, you can’t remember the last time you were held like this. She’s soft and warm behind you, her breath stirring the fine hairs at the nape of your neck, sending goosebumps prickling across the sensitive skin there. It would be so easy to wait for just a few minutes. Half an hour, maybe.

She would never do this on purpose.

The disgust hits you so hard that you flinch. To lie here, taking advantage of her unconscious embrace, enjoying the sweet comfort of an arm around you and peaceful breathing behind you - what would it make you? What would she think if she knew?

You tear yourself away too forcefully, fuelled by the self-loathing that burns in your throat. Missy groans softly in her sleep but doesn’t stir, burying her face in the pillow where your head had been resting. You tuck the duvet back around her, pointedly not looking at the inch of milk-pale skin on her side where the shirt she wears has ridden up.

She looks better already. The angry graze on her cheek is fading, and the long, deep cut down the side of her face is healed and red with new skin. You wonder how long it will take for them to disappear completely.

It’s clear that the sleep is working how she’d hoped, so you leave her there. The clock on the bedside table reads 9:47. Gathering your things, you head for the shower. As you close the bedroom door, she opens her eyes blearily and mumbles your name. You don’t hear it.

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“How’s the patient?”

The Doctor leans against the kitchen counter, watching you make tea. His hands are thrust into his jacket pockets and there’s a careful aloofness to his voice that does very little to disguise his obvious concern.

“Fine.” It sounds clipped. “She ate. She slept. Still sleeping, last time I checked.” You glance at the time on the microwave; it’s after twelve. “For quite a while now.”

“That’s good.” He reaches past you, snatching a biscuit from the tin and biting it in half. He speaks through the crumbs. “We heal better when we’re asleep. Sometimes go into a coma for a few days, wake up ravenous and fully recovered.”

“She mentioned that.” You take both cups into the living room and he follows, carrying the biscuit tin, going back for another. The bag of Missy’s things is sitting in your space on the sofa and you move it to the floor. It’s a floral, Victorian-looking carpet bag, not particularly large but, you’re assured, bigger on the inside and full of everything she’ll need.

“So what else did you talk about?” He props his feet on the coffee table and you scowl. Looking suitably chagrined, he takes them down.

“Nothing, really." Taking a seat beside him, you feel oddly embarrassed, as if the prior evening’s events were a delicate secret that might wither under his scrutiny. “We watched some telly, and then we were both pretty tired so we went to bed.”

You can feel his eyes on you as you reach for your tea, and your face burns under them. Mercifully he doesn’t ask about the sleeping arrangements. “She didn’t try to kill you, then.”

“Not even once.”

“I was tempted.” Your head darts up at the sound of Missy’s voice in the doorway. She looks more like herself, her face the familiar mask of malicious indifference, the wounds there having healed even further since you woke this morning. The pink skin on her cheek is bisected by a blurry streak of red. She’s taken the braid out of her hair, leaving it to tumble in loose waves about her shoulders. “No tea for me, I take it.”

“You were sleeping.” The Doctor looks her up and down. “Nice pyjamas, by the way.”

“Aren’t they?” She gives a performative little twirl. She’s moving more easily than she did yesterday, coming to a halt with only the faintest wince. “I might move away from purple after all.”

“I brought the things you asked for. Well, most of them.” He gestures to the valise and she snatches it up, fixing him with a suspicious look.

“Most of them?” Her voice is thin.

“I’m not convinced that whalebone is suitable for a stab wound.”

“I’m not convinced that I asked your opinion.” She tears the bag open, reaching into its impossible depths, staring at the contents. “My shoes?”

“Ah, well,” he rubs the back of his neck, leaning forwards. “I didn’t think you’d be going anywhere just yet.”

“My sonic?” She spits it out through gritted teeth.

“The sonic stays on the TARDIS. I’m sorry.” He sounds anything but apologetic. “I can’t have you using it without my supervision.”

“No,” she mutters. “No, of course not.” She closes it slowly, snapping the fastenings with a flourish of her fingers. “Well, if there’s nothing else, Doctor-”

“Actually, I was going to ask-”

“If there’s nothing else, Doctor,” she repeats, speaking over him. He falls silent. “Then I’d better go and make myself decent. Do stop by another time.”

She slips back into the hallway and you hear a door slam. Beside you, the Doctor clears his throat.

“I’d best be going. Lecture on Quantum Chromodynamics this afternoon. Still need to pick out the perfect record for it.” He stands up heavily, thrusting two biscuits into his pocket for the road. “Let me know if you need anything.”

“Yeah.” Your eyes are fixed on the door. “Of course. See you soon.”

+++++

“Had a nice chat, did you?”

The bathroom door is open. Missy stands at the sink with her back to you, the tap running full force into the open plughole. Over the sound of rushing water and gurgling pipes her voice is low.

“Yeah, it was okay.” You move closer, gesturing towards her with the steaming mug in your hands. “I made you some tea.” She ignores you. Her attention is fixed on something in the sink, her hands busy with it. You peer around the doorframe. She’s wearing a clean chemise and nothing else, her hair pinned up messily, the muscles in her bare arms tight and flexing with the sawing motion of her elbows. “What are you doing?”

Her stained corset from the previous day is crumpled awkwardly in the sink. The bloody laces are directed under the freezing tap as she scrubs at them with a nailbrush, turning the water the colour of rust where it runs down the drain. Her fingers are a furious shade of pink from the cold and the rough work.

“He didn’t bring me any presentable clothes,” she mutters, not looking up from her thankless task. “No corset, no jacket, no shoes. He’d have me walking around in a housecoat and stockinged feet like an invalid.” She snarls, scrubbing harder, catching her fingers with the bristles. There’s too much blood in the water for it to all be leeching from the fabric; the delicate skin around her fingernails is ragged. Heart in your throat, you set the mug aside and reach for the tap.

“Missy, your hands-”

She knocks your hand away and turns on you. He’s obviously brought her some makeup; the injuries on her face are concealed and her eyes are lined heavily with kohl, flecks of mascara clinging to her lashes, dark lips stretched tight around her bared teeth. It’s hard to believe that she’s the same person who’d slept beside you last night.

“I don’t need your pity,” she snaps, the words poison in her mouth. “I won’t stand here and be fussed over by some idiot human child.”

It stings. After yesterday you thought you were getting somewhere; that you might do better than to tolerate each other, and actually start to become something like friends. Swallowing angry tears that threaten to weaken your voice, you bite back.

“I’ll bear that in mind next time you can’t get undressed by yourself.”

You regret the words before you’ve even spoken them. You understand that she’s lashing out at you because she feels weak, but it smacks of bullying and you can’t bear to be a punching bag for her wounded pride. Something sharp flashes behind her eyes.

“Oh, I bet you had a good laugh about that, didn’t you?” Her fingers, wet and cold as the grave, wrap tightly around your wrist. “He must have loved it.”

Softening immediately, you backpedal, realising the source of her rage. “Missy, I didn’t tell the Doctor about-”

She isn’t listening. She twists your arm up behind your back with startling strength, forcing it so high that your shoulder screams in protest and your words die in your throat. You’re up against the sink before you can draw breath. The tap is still running, icy spray soaking the front of your clothes. You brace your other hand against the slick porcelain and look down at the bloody water.

“Look at me!” Her teeth snap inches from your ear. Lifting your eyes to meet hers in the mirror, your breath falters at the expression on her face. In all the time you’ve known her, you haven’t seen rage like this. “Who am I?”

“You’re the Master.” Mouth dry, your breath fogs the mirror.

“I was reducing whole civilisations to rubble before your species stuck a feather into a pile of ash and drew their first hieroglyph,” she snarls. The threat in her voice makes your hair stand on end. “You’d do well to remember that.”

“I will.” The words come out strained. There’s a band of vice-like pain where she holds your wrist, an aching tightness in the muscles of your back that isn’t lessening. “I will. I’m sorry.”

She steps away so suddenly that you crumple, gripping the sink for support. Your forehead hits the mirror. As you squeeze your eyes shut and catch your breath, you can’t see the look of horror that flashes over her face.

When you open your eyes again she’s gone from behind you. Down the hall, your bedroom door closes. You stare into the sink until it starts to overflow.

+++++

You’re elbow-deep in soapy water, washing yesterday’s dishes, when there are four tentative knocks against the doorframe. You swallow hard and try to ignore them.

“Need a hand?” Missy’s voice is soft and hesitant.

“I’m fine.”

She doesn’t respond for so long that you think she must have left. You’re rinsing the last mug - the octopus - when she speaks again. It makes you jump.

“I’m sorry.” She sounds so genuine that your eyes flutter closed, pain twisting in your chest. “I’m sorry for earlier. That was- not my proudest moment.”

It takes you a second to steady your voice. “I didn’t tell the Doctor. About last night. About any of it.” Steeling yourself, you glance over your shoulder at her. She’s standing so far away. “He doesn’t know.”

“But you do.” It takes you by surprise. You turn around to face her, leaning against the sink. Her expression is implacable. Tracks of mascara stain her pale face; she’s been crying. “You know.”

You cross your arms and look away. The sight of her is turning your resolve into dust. “I understand that you don’t want to be here, Missy, but I didn’t ask you to come. That was his idea.”

“Wrong.”

“I’m sorry?”

“You’re wrong. It wasn’t his idea.” She scrubs a hand over her face, further smudging her makeup. Her fingers are trembling. She’s wearing the long violet housecoat, unbuttoned, over her thin chemise. Standing barefoot in your kitchen with her hair piled up in loose twists she looks like a ghost. “I don’t know what I expected to-”

“You asked him to bring you here?” You push away from the sink, your voice rising as you step towards her. She flinches, touches the wound on her back, leans heavily against the doorframe. “Why would you do that?”

“Because you’re the only one who doesn’t treat me like a criminal,” she snaps. Her words are tight with pain, and she bows at the hips to ease the strain on her back. “I’m a prisoner in the TARDIS as much as I am in the vault, but I thought that here I might be something else. Just for a few days.”

“I’m not keeping you here,” you snarl. “You can do whatever you like, as you took great pleasure in reminding me. You can leave whenever-”

“How can I?!” Looking up from the tiled floor, she fixes you with wild eyes. “How can I when he plays the warden and keeps my things from me on a whim? No clothes, no shoes, no sonic? Wherever I go the Doctor has my dignity under lock and key. What little sanctuary I find he takes, every time.”

“And you thought you’d take that out on me?” The trembling of your bottom lip betrays you. You bat at the mutinous tears in your eyes. “Put the stupid human in her place? Show me that you don’t-”

“That I don’t deserve your kindness.” She cuts you off, straightening up with obvious difficulty, her knuckles white on the door jamb. “Not so long ago I would have snapped you in half just to hear the sound it made. I have lived longer than you can fathom and done things that your language doesn’t have words for. I’m no stranger to regret, my dear.” The fury in her expression drains away and for a moment she looks as ancient as you know her to be. “So when I tell you that I am sorry for what I did to you, please understand what that means.”

Your throat tightens. She’s too easy to forgive like this, with her face lined with pain and her small frame quivering. She looks cold. The words sit heavy at the back of your tongue, ready to accept an apology whose sincerity you don’t doubt for a second. Swallowing them back, you murmur instead, “I think you need to sit down, Missy.”

She studies you with glassy eyes, breathing heavy. “Yes,” she whispers in the end. “Oh, yes. I think so.”

She slumps to the floor like a marionette with its strings cut. You land on your knees beside her just in time to keep her head from striking the tiles.

+++++

Despite your efforts, you can’t lift Missy onto the sofa. She’s fully unconscious and the dead weight of her is too much for you to move alone. Instead, you do the next best thing; you tuck a pillow beneath her head and a blanket around her, covering her from shoulders to bare feet, and sit in the living room to watch her breathing.

As the afternoon drags on, you make a late lunch - stepping carefully over her body to reach the kitchen - and pick at it, hardly tearing your eyes away from her for long enough to look at the television. You make no effort to be quiet but she doesn’t stir save for the soft noises she makes in her sleep and the occasional shift in her position. Recalling the Doctor’s words, you choose not to wake her.

“We heal better when we’re asleep.”

You have a torturous amount of time to think while she lies there. Did she sleep in the vault? What about the TARDIS? And before she came here, when she was travelling alone? The Doctor had told you once that Time Lords could go months without it and then spend the best part of a week unconscious. When the light begins to fail and evening falls outside the window, with Missy yet to awaken, you wonder just how long ago “the desert, last time” really was.

Phone in hand, you type and delete the same message over and over for almost ten minutes. The wording escapes you. Some iterations of it are huge paragraphs, wrought with pleading explanations; some are terse and demanding. The final draft ends up being one of the latter, sent before you can second guess yourself.

Bring her sonic tomorrow.

The response comes almost immediately. You open it with trembling fingers.

No.

Incensed, you don’t wait this time. Your jaw clenches with impotent rage as you reply.

Bring it.

You toss your phone to the other end of the sofa, ignoring the answering buzz that sounds angrier than an inanimate object has any right to. As if in response, Missy jolts upright.

It shocks you when she draws a deep, painful-sounding breath, her head whipping around, trying to make sense of her surroundings. Rising to your feet, you approach her slowly.

“Missy?”

She yelps at the sound of your voice, turning to look at you with wide eyes, reaching back to touch the healing injury when the sudden movement tugs at it. Her chest heaves with ragged breaths. The room is dim with autumn dusk, the overhead lights not switched on yet. In the gloom you can’t make out her expression; just those eyes, gleaming like a cat’s.

“It’s okay,” you say cautiously, showing her your palms in a gesture of surrender, trying to soothe her the only way you know how. “It’s okay, it’s just me.”

“What happened?” She throws it out like an accusation but there’s too much fear in her voice for it to wound you.

“I don’t know, you just- dropped. I think you passed out. It’s been a few hours.” Conscious of looming over her while she’s like this, you sink carefully to your knees, a few feet away. “Are you alright?”

It knocks the wind out of you when she throws herself into your arms.

“I thought you’d gone.” Her voice is muffled, warm in the crook of your neck as she claws at the fabric on your back, pulling herself closer. Your hands come to rest either side of the small of her back in an attempt to avoid the wound there. “I thought- I didn’t-”

“It’s okay,” you manage, stunned, propping your chin up on her shoulder. She’s shaking. “It’s okay. I’m here. Did you- were you dreaming?”

A stunted nod. “I can still hear them,” she croaks. “The drums. Always the drums. Whenever I sleep. Whenever I’m alone, they just keep coming back-”

“You’re not alone.” It spills out of your mouth before you can stop it and she whimpers, nuzzling deeper into your embrace. “I’ve got you, Missy. I’m here. You’re not alone.”

+++++

Propped up on the sofa with pillows behind her, Missy takes her makeup off with a damp cloth. She hisses as it drags over the graze on her cheek and your fingers twitch at your sides in sympathy.

“You’re sure you want to sleep here tonight?” As you tidy the remains of your shared meal from the coffee table, you resist the urge to look back at her. She’s lying awkwardly across the cushions, still wearing the housecoat, the blanket from earlier thrown over her body. “I really don’t mind if you want to share the bed.”

“No,” she answers too quickly. “No, I think- I think this is best. It’s easier on my back.”

“Of course.” The lie is paper-thin. After the day’s events, though, you don’t want to push her. “Let me know if you change your mind.”

“I will.”

The microwave dings as you set the dishes on the counter, and you remove the steaming mug of hot milk. It’s been a long time since you’ve made this. You add twice as much honey as usual - she takes four sugars in her tea - and stir it in with the spices, turning the drink the colour of sand. It smells like home.

Missy looks at you questioningly when you set it on the coffee table in front of her.

“Milk and honey,” you explain weakly, rubbing your neck. “My mum’s recipe. She used to make it for me, when I had nightmares. It helps me sleep.”

Her keen eyes follow you as you switch on the standing lamp and turn off the main light, casting the room in a dim orange glow.

“I’ll see you in the morning, yeah?”

“Yes.” She picks at a loose thread on the blanket without looking at it. Her face is unreadable. “Thank you. Sleep well.”

There are so many things you want to say. Come to bed, or I forgive you, or you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.

As you slip out of the door, all you manage is a quiet, “you too.”

+++++

When the bedroom door creaks open you close your eyes and fall still. There’s a rush of cool air over your back as the duvet lifts at one side, and the mattress sinks behind you. Missy whispers your name. Smiling to yourself, you feign sleep.

#missy x reader #the master x reader #whump #doctor who fic #doctor who whump #doctor who reader insert #mine #request #headcanon: missy never sleeps bc she has nightmares #headcanon: missy is very soft and i wuv her

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Okay! I have a burning question for you, my dude. Music is my life, and I wanna know what kind of music the OPM casts listen to. Thanks, my guy!

I had a feeling this would be inevitable lol. I don’t really know a whole lot about music or genres or anything like that so I’m just gonna give you a rundown of each character individually and some song recs along with that just to smooth things out a little. Thanks for your ask, by the way! ❤️ Now my playlists will be put to good use.

A Brief Rundown of the Major OPM Characters’ Music Tastes:

Blast: hc that he doesn’t even have ears since he never fucking LISTENS

Terrible Tornado: Stuff that makes her feel powerful. Loud vocals and good instrumentals. Also, she’s a little angsty since she’s saltier than the gotdamn Pacific almost all of the time. (Recs: Florence and the Machine - How Big, How Blue, How Beautiful, Susanne Sundfør - Delirious, Florence and the Machine - What Kind of Man, Kali Uchis - Dead to Me, Let’s Eat Grandma - Falling Into Me)

Fubuki: some of that real classy shit. Slow songs that are nice to just have a cup of tea with. Nothing too meaty or fast-paced, she enjoys taking a moment to breathe every once and a while since life gets pretty hectic when you’re managing a gang of some 30 hooligans. (Recs: Wes - Midnight Low, any song from Lana Del Rey’s entire discography lol, Florence and the Machine - Grace, The Marìas - I Don’t Know You, Yellow House - Ain’t Gonna Call, Feng Suave - Toking, Dozing)

Silverfang: Stuff from his time. I hc that he was a bit of a party animal back in his prime so he’s gotta have those grooves. Disco to the extremo. Also, another hc: Garou absolutely hates his music. He would play it during training and Garou would contemplate homicide. (Recs: Frankie Valli - Grease, The Edgar Winter Group - Free Ride, KC and the Sunshine Band - I’m Your Boogie Man, Matthew Wilder - Break My Stride, The Main Ingredient - Everybody Plays the Fool, Andrea True Connection - More, More, More)

Bomb: save as Silverfang, although I hc that Bomb was a little more of a nerd growing up. Still, he never missed out on a good party. (Additional Recs: KC and the Sunshine Band - Get Down Tonight, The Trammps - Disco Inferno, Tierra - Together, Cornelius Bros and Sister Rose - Too Late to Turn Back Now)

Atomic Samurai: Old shit. Shit older than Silverfang. He’s really not that old, but his soul is fucking ancient and he’s got that classic “grrr music these days sucks” kind of shithead attitude. (Recs: Jim Croce - Time in a Bottle, Dion - Runaround Sue, The Carpenters - The End of the World, The Band - The Weight)

Child Emperor: Upbeat synth. Stuff to listen to while he’s working on his machines and whatnot. Probably has meaty beats to keep him in tune with what he’s doing, like working around a clock. Probably some groovy citypop in there too. (Recs: Taeko Ohnuki - 4:00 AM, Junko Ohashi - Telephone Number, Tatsuro Yamashita - Magic Ways, Hiroyuki Sawano - NEXUS, Superfly - Kakusei, Mariya Takeuchi - Plastic Love)

Metal Knight: Intrumentals that Disney villains listen to. Deep, dark shit that makes you feel sad. He probably feeds off of negative emotion. What a toolbag. (Recs: Lucas King - Sociopath, Abel Korzeniowski- Table for Two, Max Richter - Never Goodbye, Max Richter - She Remembers, Evelyn Stein - Quiet Resource, Mac Quayle - Adagio in G Minor)

King: video game soundtracks, obviously. Might be some electro funk in there too, as a treat. (Recs: Metal Gear Solid 3 OST - Snake Eater, Mick Gordon - Rip and Tear, Xenoblade Chronicles OST - Main Theme, Persona 5 OST - Last Surprise, Daft Punk - Verdis Quo, Toby Fox - Hopes and Dreams, Disasterpeace - Prologue, iamthekidyouknowwhatimean - Run, Darren Korb - Old Friends)

Zombieman: Dad Music. Old rock that makes you wanna rail some lines of white thunder and dance on top of a car. He’d be reluctant to try out new stuff but does so nevertheless. Just a little bit of weird alternative here and there. (Recs: Poison - Unskinny Bop, Mötley Crüe - Dr. Feelgood, Black Sabbath - War Pigs, Def Leppard - Animal, CRX - Walls, MGMT - Little Dark Age, Pink Floyd - Money, Queens of the Stone Age - Villains of Circumstance)

Drive Knight: Dark synth, obviously. Need I say more? (Recs: El Tigr3 - She Swallowed Burning Coals, Trevor Something - Enjoy the Silence, Greg Drombrowski - Devour, GUNSHIP - Woken Furies, GUNSHIP - Thrasher, Carpenter Brut - Invasion A.D., Kavinsky - Nightcall)

Pig God: this guy probably just listens to ASMR of people eating food lol.

Superalloy Darkshine: Upbeat stuff that’s good for exercise; loving those new jams along with some of the old. He’s got a pretty groovy style. (Diane Ross - Ain’t No Mountain High Enough, Saint Motel - Puzzle Pieces, CRUISR - All Over, Barry White - Never, Never Gonna Give Ya Up, Sade - Kiss of Life)

Watchdog Man: 10 hour loop of wolves howling on a summer night.

Flashy Flash: classical. Some nice instrumentals to listen to while training. Stuff that preferably doesn’t have any or very little lyrics so it’s not too busy on his ears while he’s fantasizing about killing someone. (Recs: Vaughn Williams - The Lark Ascending, Debussy - Rêverie, Grieg - Peace of the Woods, André Laplante - Une Barque sur L’Ocean)

Metal Bat: Modern alternative. A little bit harder than say, Mumen and Kama, but not as hard as Zombieman or Death Gatling. He’s that middle ground where he’s still got some real bangers, but Zenko can listen as well. He’ll play this stuff loudly as he’s doing chores and working out, no headphones ever. It gets pretty annoying. (Recs: Foals - Exits, The Blue Stones - Black Holes, Solid Ground, CRX - Broken Bones, Jungle - Happy Man, The Strokes - Reptilia, We Are Trees - Girlfriend)

Genos: synth. But not just any synth, some heavy, fast-paced synth that’s just like him: speedy, relentless, and powerful. He listens to shit that’ll make you wanna get up and start killing Terminators. Probably. There’s some other synths in the mix too because we love a three-dimensional king. (Recs: Carpenter Brut - Division Ruine, The Protomen - I Still Believe, Carpenter Brut - Leather Teeth, Gunship - Tech Noir, TWRP - Phantom Racer, Le Castle Vania - Red Circle)

Tanktop Master: Dad music but the type of dad music that makes you think your dad was a sappy nerd back in the day. Long tracks that are good for workouts. (Tears for Fears - Woman in Chains, Pink Floyd - Us and Them, Duran Duran - Ordinary World, Billy Idol - Eyes without a Face, A Flock of Seagulls - I Ran, The Alan Parsons Project - Eye in the Sky, Tears for Fears - Sowing the Seeds of Love)

Puri-Puri Prisoner: Pop. Dance music. He doesn’t really get to listen to a lot of music in prison, so he holds on to whatever he can and savors every second of it. (Coldplay - Talk, Bruno Mars - Runaway Baby, Lady Gaga - Bad Romance, Flo Milli - Beef Flomix, Doja Cat - Say So)

Mumen Rider: Hes a lighthearted, soft boy. Likes some fluffy indie tunes. It helps to motivate him when working out or doing hero stuff. He might need to cry every once in a while though, so there’s some sad songs in the mix too. (Recs: Varsity - The Dogs Only Listen to Him, The The - This is the Day, Amarante - Don’t Look Back, Alvvays - Saved by a Waif, The Monkees - As We Go Along, Acid Ghost - Hide my Face, Mogwai - Take Me Somewhere Nice)

Sonic: same as Flash. He’s a little more hip with the times however, so he’s got some more groovy, electronic instrumentals to listen to in addition to some elegant stuff and isn’t opposed to having a little bit of lyrics sprinkled in there as well. In fact, he’s not opposed to uppity pop either. He thinks dancing is frivolous but he secretly does it when he thinks nobody is looking. (Additional Recs: Odesza - Bloom, Pretty Lights - One Day They’ll Know [Odesza Remix], BØRNS - Electric Love, Hembree - Culture, The Cinematic Orchestra - Arrival of the Birds)

Garou: same as Metal Bat. Bang let him have a little MP3 player during his time at the dojo and has since collected a few songs on there. They’re very near and dear to his heart since it’s one of the few good things that came from his absolute disaster of a childhood. (Additional Recs: Foals - Inhaler, CRX - Slow Down, Deep Sea Arcade - Close to Me, Gorillaz - Empire Ants, The Fratellis - Chelsea Dagger, Glass Animals - Take A Slice)

Death Gatling: Shit your old Vietnam-vet grandpa would blast on the back of his F150. He gives me self-righteous asshole vibes, if I’m honest. Like, don’t get me wrong, I like Death Gatling, but he seems like the type of trailer park-dwelling sewer rat to carry a revolver into a Walmart for “self defense” and that’s probably the type of music he listens to, too. (Recs: Megadeth - Trust, Megadeth - Angry Again, Creedence Clearwater Revival - Fortunate Son, Glen Campbell - Southern Nights, Mötley Crüe - Kickstart My Heart, Quiet Riot - Cum on Feel the Noize)

One-Shotter: I hard hc that he had an emo phase he never quite grew out of. He doesn’t quite listen to emo anymore but he’s still into that alternative shit. Homeboy also likes some slow tunes every once and a while because he’s an emotional dude who’s not afraid of a good cry. (Recs: Anything from Blink-182, Arctic Monkeys - Do I Wanna Know?, MGMT - When You Die, Mazzy Star - Fade Into You, Cigarettes After Sex - Dreaming of You, Yon Ort - Other Matter)

Lightning Max: Same as Genos but without the terminator-killing. Fast-paced stuff because he’s a fast lightning dude. A little more upbeat because he’s not as much as an edgelord as Genos, however. (Additional Recs: Carpenter Brut - Hang’em All, The Flaming Lips - Do You Realize, Worn Tin - Sensitivity, B.E.R. - The Night Begins to Shine, Martin Hall - Different Kind of Love)

Stinger: he’s all about that FUNK! Stuff that gets him moving! Stuff that makes him wanna dance! (Recs: Daft Punk - Doin’ it Right, TWRP - Body Image, Wild Cherry - Play that Funky Music, Chemise - She Can’t Love You, Saga - Wind Him Up, Saga - On the Loose, TWRP - All Night Forever)

Okamaitachi: they give me electro vibes! New, modern shit that’s good to dance to or to just sit down and have a listen! Also, some shit that’ll probably play in a coming-of-age teen movie or something. They don’t really vibe with heavy music and that’s alright, babey! Keeping it light and bouncy. (Recs: Tei Shi - Bassically, Varsity - Must Be Nice, Class Actress - Weekend, CHVRCHES - Richard Pryor, Alvvays - Marry Me, Archie, Sobs - Telltale Signs, Goth Babe - Sometimes, ALASKALASKA - Meateater)

Iaian: Nice, low tunes that are good for meditation and to be used for background noise during training sessions. He never really sits down to listen to music, it’s always in the background of something else he’s doing so he prefers to have some soft beats that don’t really interfere with his senses. Tunes so quiet, he sometimes uses them as lullabies; especially since the trauma of losing his arm has since made it hard to sleep. (Recs: Boy Scouts - Saddest Boy, Susanne Sundfør - Mantra, Vashiti Bunyan - If I Were the Same but Different, Starman Jr. - Blue Fairy, Patrick Watson - Je te Laisserai des Mots, Sibylle Baier - I Lost Something in the Hills)

Bushidrill: same as Atomic Samurai just without the shitty attitude. He’s happy to listen to some newer stuff, he just doesn’t like it and that’s okay, baby! Probably some classy shit your wise old grandpa would listen to. (Recs: Dean Martin - Volare, Dion - The Wanderer, Peppino Gagliardi - Che Vuole Questra Musica Stasera, anything from Luis Miguel lol, Franco Micalizzi - Sadness Theme)

Amai Mask: probably just listens to his own music like a putz. If not, he’s listening to the sound equivalent of glittering diamonds. He’s probably got this shit playing at the end of a long day while he’s chilling in a hot bath or something. (Recs: Fergie - Glamorous, Rita Ora - Hot Right Now, Lana Del Rey - Freak, Lana Del Rey - Art Deco, Tame Impala - Feels Like We Only Go Backwards)

Saitama: He doesn’t listen to music much anymore, sadly. He did, however, have a killer motivational mix to get him through his vigorous training prior to becoming a hero. (Recs: Paul Engemann - Push it to the Limit, Journey - Don’t Stop Believin’, College & Electric Youth - A Real Hero, Joe Esposito - You’re the Best Around, Survivor - Eye of the Tiger, The Bee Gees - Nights on Broadway)

Here’s the playlist with all of these songs in order (mostly):

It’s on YouTube because I’m allergic to Spotify. I’ve got a doctor’s note. Also, all of my other playlists are on my little profile thingy so if you want to listen to my pile then go right ahead.

Thanks for your ask, my dude! ❤️ this took up ALL of my energy lol but it was fun.

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alchemy-fic · 4 years

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The doorbell rang.

“MARI, who is it?” Eggman called.

“It’s… it’s your mother and she looks very upset.” MARI answered. “Do I enter lockdown mode?”

“Uh, no.” He escorted the Mobians to the operating room to wash up. He ran to Sheptilah and took her hands in his. “Please. Please be nice to Mama. She’s very abrasive but the sooner you meet her the better. It’s like ripping off a scab. She’ll leave on her own when she gets bored.”

“How bad can she be?” Tilly asked.

Eggman pulled her into the elevator and got off on the ground floor. “Just promise me you won’t hurt her and you’ll be patient.”

“Of course, Ivo.” Tilly cocked a brow.

“MARI, I want all the robots to treat Mama with respect. She’s still family so no blasting her, got it? Just keep her happy.”

“Yes, sir.” MARI answered.

Eggman threw open the door.

Before him stood a shorter, heavy set woman with the same luxurious mustache as her son. Her pink and white dress did not match her oversized teal church hat or her black pumps. She had the same black sclera and red irises as her son and spoke with a deep, booming voice. Her lipstick was expertly applied as was her eyeshadow. In her hand she carried an old, beat up suitcase.

“Mama!” He said through a forced smile.

“Why didn’t you invite me to your wedding, you slime bucket!? Just when were you going to tell me you got married!? ” She hollered. “I had to find out in the Mobius Home For Really Bizarre Mothers from some river rat’s bubbie that you got hitched! Is this the girl?” The woman spat.

“Mama, this is Sheptilah, my wife.” He gestured at her.

“Why does she look like Cher but with the colors inverted? Did you marry some dirty hippie? You didn’t even ask my permission to marry someone! How do I know if she’s any bad for you?”

“Mama, you will be pleased to know that Sheptilah is a queen .”

“Oh, that explains it. You married a goth queen. Who else would mix black lipstick, heavy black eyeshadow and white hair?”

“I’m wearing kohl.” Tilly crossed her arms. “It’s my custom, I’m not goth . My people never invaded the Roman empire.”

“... Not visigoths , girl.” Mama looked at her with a furrowed expression, one eyebrow cocked. “It’s like you aren’t… from this time. Nobody calls it kohl anymore...”

“She’s a real queen… It’s a nation near Iran.” Eggman interjected.

“Oh, great . Why haven’t you taken over the world or gone to war? However many goats he traded for you it was too many, little girl.” She blew past the couple and trudged into the kitchen to fix herself a snack.

Eggman looked at his wife apologetically.

“That is not abrasive.” She hissed under her breath. “That’s virulent . Also, I’m worth many, many goats.”

“I’m sorry. I love you, but please handle her until I’m out of surgery. I’ll make it as quick as possible.” He trotted after his mother.

Sheptilah took her time following them.

“Mama, I’m about to go help perform surgery on someone upstairs. In the meantime my wife and the robots will take care of your needs.”

“I didn’t raise such a wuss. Go, do your totally real surgery thing. I’m sure it’ll be all your robots and not your own handiwork.” She popped open a soda and guzzled it.

“Mrs. Eggman…” Sheptilah said, watching her husband leave the room.

Ivo winced and broke into a sprint.

“My name is Sylvia Robotnik! My slimeball of a son changed his last name years ago because he was ashamed of our family name.” She tossed the empty can over her shoulder.

“My apologies, Mrs. Robotnik.”

“You, girl, will call me Madam.” She piled on random ingredients to make a giant, disgusting sandwich.

“Right, sorry.”

“So if you’re a queen why do you live here in this dump?” She knocked the refrigerator door closed with her hip, making the appliance rattle.

“Truthfully,” she hesitated, “I am a five thousand year old queen and my kingdom doesn’t really exist anymore.”

“Of course you are. So why would my loser son marry you? Oh, no. Did he knock you up?”

“Ivo is not a loser,” Tilly grit her teeth, “And I am not pregnant.”

“He’s a loser, sweetheart; but you’re avoiding the question. Why would he marry you? ”

“Because he loves me?”

“Ivo doesn’t know how to love! I didn’t raise him to be sappy and sentimental! And what’s he trying to pull by being buff now?” She sat down to eat.

Sheptilah picked up the can and put it in the recycling bin.

“How are you even that old?” Sylvia practically ate the entire sandwich in one slobbery bite without chewing.

“I’m a witch and I was kept in a crystal for five thousand years until Ivo stumbled upon me and brought me home.”

“Oh, I see. You don’t have much experience with men! That’s why you decided to tie the knot with my loser son.”

“Madam, I think you don’t understand. He’s built himself an empire and controls almost every continent from right here in this lair with his Egg Bosses. He’s a literal emperor. He has a base on the moon . The moon!”

“So? What has he ever done for his mother?”

Tilly groaned in frustration. She balled her fists then relaxed. “Do you just not like me because I’m brown-skinned ?”

“What? No, I don’t like you because you’re a hippie! Look at you recycling and cleaning and whatever else it is you do. I bet that ugly garden out back was your idea.”

“Hmm…” Sheptilah mulled this over. She switched gears.

“What?”

“I think you would like something to eat, yes? I make great honey cakes.”

“How good of a cook can you be? You are a string bean.” Sylvia looked her over suspiciously.

Sheptilah summoned a plate of piping hot fried dough and a pot of honey. She drizzled the golden liquid over the cakes and slid it toward Sylvia.

“I am a woman of many talents, Madam.” Sheptilah then summoned gold coins into her hands and turned them into brilliantly cut gemstones. “Your son and I have plans for world domination, we are just busy with other things at the moment.”

Sylvia pushed the plate away. “Parlor tricks. Not very impressive. I’m growing bored with you, girl.”

“Well, what do you want to do?”

“I want to level this whole island to build a poorly designed parking lot with a ton of toll booths, for one. Then I want that stupid hedgehog caught and killed.”

“Are you talking about Sonic?”

“Yes! That pest! Always interfered when I tried to help my son get ahead in life. Do I smell cookies?”

“Yes, right this way.” Tilly escorted her to the dining room. “I made this tea myself.”

“Brew a fresh pot! I don’t know how long this has been sitting out here; and I want more cookies!” She practically inhaled the plate of leftover madeleines. “Don’t get any of your gross hair in them, either.”

“Right away,” Tilly left for the kitchen with the teapot. She washed it out and gathered some ingredients for a different brew.

Lavender, bergamot, catnip and lemon balm were added and boiled to extract flavor. As she poured the strained, boiling tea into two cups she whispered into one.

“ This tea as it passes lips, shall cause exhaustion with each sip. Every flavor strong and steep shall

curse the drinker into sleep. ”

Faint sparkles appeared as she blew across the tea. They disappeared and both cups looked identical again. Sheptilah turned the cursed tea cup so that the handle pointed inward and she could tell the difference.

She used magic to summon new cookies and brought them to the table.

Sheptilah placed the teacups on the table with a click and slid the cursed one to Sylvia.

The woman picked up the warm cup in her hands and inhaled deeply. “Smells awful!”

Sheptilah waited patiently for the woman to sip her tea but Sylvia lingered on her cup. “You’re a witch, right?”

“Yes.”

“Can you read tea leaves? I want you to read my fortune.”

“I can read tea leaves.”

“Well, go get some so you can do that!” Sylvia put her cup down but kept her hands on it.

Sheptilah groaned and got up. She retrieved some tea leaves in a slotted spoon and came back. She tipped the leaves into Sylvia’s cup and set the utensil aside.

“What’s in this junk, anyway?” Sylvia took a sip and yawned. “The aftertaste isn’t bad, at least.”

Sheptilah smirked. “Bergamot, lavender, you know… tea stuff.”

Ivo’s mother rested her elbow on the table and leaned her face against her palm, sloppily swaying the

cup back and forth as if she was aerating wine. She watched the tea leaves spin in the vortex she created.

“Feeling tired?” Tilly asked in a somewhat antagonizing voice. Sheptilah sipped her tea primly.

“Yes, it was a long trip up here.”

“That’s too bad.”

“It is, isn’t it?” Sylvia grinned mischievously and guzzled down the rest of the drink. “You’re too pretty for my son.”

“Hmm?”

“You’re too pretty . You’re outrageously skinny, your hair is too long and you wear nice clothes. You’re too pretty for him.”

“Do you mean to say I’m too feminine?”

“Too fragile in looks but not personality.” She shot a pointed look at Sheptilah, a broad and evil smile drawn across her face. “I figured you’d try to poison me.”

Tilly stiffened up. She felt her chest grow warm and her eyes become heavy.

“I’m immune to all that from years of eating hospital food but I switched the cups just in case .”

Sheptilah’s hands went numb. She dropped the cup and it shattered, spilling its cursed contents on the table. Sylvia stood and walked around toward the prone witch without letting the tea touch her.

“Ivo may be an idiot but he’s my idiot and I know my idiots. I know he’d never settle for anyone who wasn’t as smart and conniving as him; but I’m disappointed with how weak you are. A garden, recycling, being clean and nice? It’s disgusting in all the wrong ways! If you really knew what you were doing you'd have cursed both cups.”

“I eviscerated Katella.” Sheptilah muttered. "I can and will kill you , too."

“But you healed her and look what happened.” Sylvia pointed to the missing finger.

“How do you…”

“I have access to and read the EggNet, sweetheart.”

“How?” She struggled to stay awake.

“My son is predictable and never changed his passwords.” Sylvia gingerly brushed Sheptilah’s hair out of her face. “Are you dying?” The leaves stuck in her teeth made her smile look all the more menacing.

“No… It’s… sleep...”

“Too bad. Don’t worry, I won’t kill you.”

KORin entered the room. “Step away, Sylvia.”

“What the Hell are you supposed to be?” Mama Robotnik rested her hands on her hips. “Some kind of maid bot?”

“I’m the bouncer. It’s time for you to go.” KORin fixed her eyes on the woman.

“Nah, no thanks.” Sylvia walked up to the robot. “Stand down, tin woman.”

“My orders are to protect the family. I am here to protect the empress. Leave.”

“See, that’s the thing. Who is higher up on the rung? The emperor or the emperor’s mother?”

“KORin… it’s okay.” Sheptilah shut her eyes. “It won’t last… long…”

“Are you sure?” The robot stared at the witch.

“Yessss...” She passed out.

“So? What are you waiting for?” Sylvia stomped her foot. “Let’s move the body and get started on world domination!”

An hour into the surgery things were well underway and proceeding fine.

“Doctor Eggman?” Smiley looked up from his work when he saw the human move oddly out of the corner of his eye.

The human swayed on his feet. “Maybe I was not ready to come back…” He sat on the floor away from the operating table and rubbed his temples. “Suddenly I’m exhausted.”

Lourdes jumped down and checked him over. “When did you last eat?”

“Not that long ago.” He answered.

“Stay here for a minute, okay? Until you feel better.” Lourdes went back to monitoring Maw’s vitals.

“This surgery is going to take at least five hours and I need you awake to supervise. Remember, if the cybernetics malfunction we could all get sucked in! That sounds terrible.” Smiley dug around in Maw’s gums.

Eggman shook it off and stood. “I’m fine, I think I just had some kind of blood pressure drop. It only lasted a spell.” He stretched until he heard the joints in his spine pop.

“Neurally mediated hypotension!” Smiley looked up. “You were standing still too long hunched

over and watching us. Walk around the room a bit, you’ll feel better.” The corgi went back to his work.

“Wakey, wakey… your mother in law is ka-ray-zee.” Scourge shook the witch by the shoulders.

Sheptilah snored loudly.

“For God’s sake, lady! What happened?” He lifted her by her hair and slapped her face.

No reaction.

“I wish I could sleep like the dead.” Scourge slapped his own forehead. “The living, I wish I could sleep like the living… Oh, fuck.” He noticed the cursed tea twinkled oddly in his vision.

“Fuck! Fuck. How do you break curses… shit.” Scourge wiggled his fingers in her direction. “Abracadabra!”

Nothing.

“Um... what did she fuckin’ say once?” He muttered to himself. “Hex breaking… it was some stupid bullshit…oh! Cayenne pepper! Anything fuckin’ spicy.”

Scourge floated into the pantry and knocked ingredients over haphazardly. When he found the pepper he grinned. Grabbing it, he tried to fly out of the pantry only to get stuck with the pepper not passing through the door.

“Shit!” He struggled to pull it through, the bottle clanging against the metal. “Come. The. Fuck. On! Why does this work with people but not…”

The plastic bottle pulled through but without the powder inside inside it.

“Pepper. Right… that shit wards off ghosts. There must be no ghosts in fuckin’ Mexico...”

He calmly opened the pantry and tried to scoop up the pepper but it simply passed through his fingers.

“This is so fucking stupid!” He howled.

He angrily floated to the table and picked up Sylvia’s unbroken teacup and poured it out onto the floor. He then went to the pile of pepper and tried to scoop it into the cup with the same fruitless results.

“Fine, we do this the hard way!” He grabbed Sheptilah by the underarms and dragged her to the pile and dropped her face directly into it.

He glowered when he heard Sheptilah snore loudly. After a second the witch sat up sputtering. She clawed at her face, tears streaming from her eyes and mucus from her nose. She vomited up the sparse contents of her stomach.

Scourge calmly walked to the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of milk. He unscrewed the cap and doused Sheptilah over the head.

“What the Hell, Scourge!?” She choked.

“I just saved your ass, Sleeping Beauty. You’re a real idiot for trying to play the evil queen by cursing her tea. You should’ve cursed both cups and not drank from either!”

Sheptilah felt her way to the sink and washed her burning face. “I’m going to become a necromancer just to bring you back to life so I can slap you to death.” She sloshed some water in her mouth before spitting it out.

“The pepper got into my lungs!” She coughed deeply.

“You’ll heal. Listen… your mother in law is nuts! Nuttier than squirrel shit! Kick her out!”

“Scourge, I can’t breathe. I’m tempted to turn my lungs inside out and run them under cold water…”

“Wouldn’t that make you drown?”

“I can give myself gills!” She spat up a huge wad of phlegm straight into the sink and washed it down the drain.

“It’s the only way I was able to break the spell, ya ingrate.” He crossed his transparent arms.

“Thanks.” The burning began to subside. “What’s Sylvia doing?”

“Trashing the place. She’s already bossin’ Orbie and Cubey around and threw around a bunch of furniture; including the sofa.”

“The really big and soft one?”

“Yep.”

“I’ll have her head!” Sheptilah charged off, bumping into things with her eyes red and bleary. “Sylvia!” She called.

“I told you to call me Madam!” The woman shouted back. “I’m in the den, if you could call it that!”

Sheptilah walked in to see Sylvia moving all the heavy furniture around with one hand.

Holy shit, she thought. That woman has the same strength as Ivo!

“So what happened to your kingdom, anyway? If you were a queen we should use this to our advantage.”

“Advantage for what? World domination?” Tilly crossed her arms. Scourge appeared next to her.

Mama Robotnik let the sofa land with a hard thud. It was moved to the other side of the room blocking an exit.

“Giant parasites we sealed in the moon broke out when your son cracked said moon in half with his nonsense. They’re back and trying to kill everything but especially me. They’re causing all those wild earthquakes.”

“That’s your story?” The woman turned to Sheptilah and stared at her with disbelief.

“It’s true.”

“And how exactly has this prevented you two from taking over the world?”

“Well, we can’t take over a planet if something actively trying to destroy it is in our way. Once we get rid of those things we will decide what we want to do with the empire; but I won’t lie. I am considering expanding it.”

“By how much?” Sylvia cocked a brow.

“I want to convert my pyramid into a base and work on getting a large space station going.” Tilly nodded to herself.

“Small potatoes. Think bigger! Hold the sun for ransom!”

“He tried that once and it didn’t quite work out.”

“Moon for ransom?”

“He already tried that, too.”

“What about all the freshwater for ransom?”

“Eh, pretty much did that.”

“The planet for ransom!”

“Yep. He did that. That one almost worked.”

Sylvia flopped onto the sofa with a disgusted sigh. “But the hedgehog got into the way.”

“Among other things.” Sheptilah stuck out her hip. “Ivo is smart but he often does things without thinking. It’s really not that hard to kill Sonic, he just doesn't want to.”

“See, that’s his problem! He has no killer instinct, but you seem to have a semblance of one.” Sylvia sat up and straightened her hat.

“I have personally executed six people.”

“One of which being the child ghost that is making faces behind your back?” Mama Robotnik smirked.

Sheptilah whipped her head around to see Scourge was acting cute and innocent. She squinted at him before turning back to face Sylvia. “I’m not proud of his death. He’s haunting me.”

“Neener neener nee-nee!” Scourge teased. “Nah, the haunting was revoked forever ago. I’m just here for fun now.”

Mama Robotnik stroked her sizable mustache. “Still, why would my son marry you? More importantly, why wouldn’t he tell me? ”

“Because it was supposed to be a secret . We eloped. We’re not going public with the marriage until a later date. Trust me, he’d invite the world to come see his splendid wedding and get himself decked out and all that.”

Sheptilah sighed, tapping her upper arm with her fingers.

“We’re on thin ice with GUN because Shadow the hedgehog is my familiar, as you probably know.”

“Shadow? ” Sylvia thought this over. “ Gerald’s Shadow? I remember when he was this big.” She held her hands apart by about a foot. “He was an ugly baby. He looked like a turd crossed with a raisin.” She grimaced.

Tilly chuckled. “Yes, that Shadow. I guess not everything is on the EggNet.”

“They executed Gerald, his creator, and Shadow works for GUN anyway?” Sylvia grit her teeth and her face turned red with fury.

“Yeah, after they kept him in stasis for fifty years, destroyed his memory and tried to kill him.” Sheptilah shook her head, “I have a feeling he won’t work for them much longer. GUN really, really hates that he’s my familiar but recognizes they can’t do anything about it.”

They stared at each other in silence for a while.

“So who is my son performing surgery on upstairs?”

“Maw the thylacine. He’s one of the Egg Bosses. His jaw is all messed up.”

“Bah, when will he hire more humans? Who needs animals when you have human beings around? Besides you, of course. You barely count as a human; what with your alien magic nonsense and all that.”

Sheptilah rolled her eyes. “Well, it was nice having you for a visit but now you need to leave. We’re getting ready to bug bomb the place once Ivo’s done with the surgery and no living person can be here.”

“Oh, please! This place is spick and span! Clean as a whistle! It’s disgusting, really.”

“Madam... “

“Take my suitcase.” Sylvia threw it at Sheptilah. She barely caught it, the impact knocking the wind out of her. “And get the master bedroom ready. That’s where I’ll be sleeping. You and my moron of a son can sleep outside in your hippy garden.”

“He is not a moron.”

“He married you , didn’t he?”

Tilly adjusted her grip on the suitcase. “Scourge?”

“Yes?” The ghost smirked.

“Take this… and show her to her room.” She handed the spirit the luggage. Scourge understood and grinned at Sylvia.

“Right this way, Your Disgusting-ness!” Scourge bowed in a grand but obviously sarcastic gesture. He grabbed Sylvia with his free hand and dragged her through the walls and out of the lair.

“Don’t let her back in.” Sheptilah instructed MARI. “Please reactivate your and your sister’s bodies.”

“Thank God for you, mom.” MARI chirped.

Scourge came back, very proud of himself.

“Thank you, King Scourge. Fantastic work.”

“I love throwing people out on their asses.” he ‘dusted’ off his hands. “As long as spicy pepper isn’t involved I can do anything I want.”

“You may outgrow that cosmic ‘allergy’ as you get stronger.” Tilly giggled. “But you’ll always be affected by blessed salt.”

“I’m fucked if I ever go into a salt and pepper store.” He gestured like he was hanged with a noose.

“MARI, how’s the wife doing?” Eggman said.

“She and Scourge just kicked your mom out.”

“It’s nice they’re getting along.” A pause, and then: “Wait, what?”

The lair rumbled.

“Jeepers creepers!” Smiley yelped. “Earthquake?”

“No, that would be my mother.” Eggman sighed. “Finish up with him; I’ll be right back.”

He hurried out of the room.

“Sylvia!” The witch howled. “Put down the boulder!” She stood in front of MARI and KORin with her arms out protectively.

The hulking woman held the giant chunk of outcrop she broke over her head with little effort.

“No! You will learn some manners!” She broke the boulder in half simply by pulling it apart like stale bread.

“What kind of Mickey Mouse physics is that!? ” MARI cried.

“Girls, go back inside.” Tilly whispered harshly.

“No way!” MARI refused.

“You can’t do anything, MARI. It’s forbidden for you to hurt his family and unfortunately that’s family!”

“But we can still defend you.” KORin said.

“Do so from inside the lair. Maw’s still in surgery and he needs the protection. That’s an order!” Tilly ran in zig-zags, making it hard for Sylvia to aim the rocks. The robots lingered in the doorway before going inside.

Mama Robotnik threw both stones at the same time, both just barely missing the witch.

Sheptilah looked up at the shadow darkening over her body. It was Mama Robotnik coming in elbow-first with a wrestling slam. Sheptilah, eyes wide, stared up for the split second it took for gravity to pull the massive woman downwards. All at once the air was knocked from Tilly’s lungs and she was seeing stars.

The acrid smell of sweat and cheap perfume was all she could sense. Mama Robotnik stood up and

trotted off to pick another boulder to hurl.

Sheptilah, dazed and unable to focus, was sure she was flattened like a piece of paper. She felt the back of her head, noting her skull was cracked open and chunks of bone floated in brain matter. Warm blood streamed from her nose. She touched her forehead with her fingers, feeling the indent caused by Sylvia’s elbow.

Another shadow descended upon her. She flinched, believing it would be another blow but instead nothing happened.

Small stones fell around her with an almost hollow clatter. She looked up and saw it was her husband who had just punched the boulder to smithereens.

“Mother!” He shouted angrily.

Shadow teleported in with a massive headache. “Ti-ti! Sorry I’m late; I came as soon as I felt something was off.” He didn’t seem to be too shaken by the image of his witch with her brains out and about. She healed just as quickly on her own.

“Hi, Shads!” She said dreamily.

“She was rude!” Sylvia said petulantly. “I had to show her who was boss.”

Ivo’s fist throbbed. “You need to leave, Mother.”

Shadow turned to Eggman. “Do you want me to kill her?” He started toward Sylvia.

“Maybe.” Eggman said. “Open a portal to some place far away, if you please.”

Sylvia protested. Screaming nonsense, she charged at her only son.

Shadow slashed at the air and opened a knot to a mostly deserted beach.

Ivo picked up his mother, held her over his head and unceremoniously tossed her in. He chucked in her suitcase after.

Shadow closed the portal and helped his witch to her feet.

“Where’d you send her?” Ivo asked.

He shook off his headache. “Coney Island, New York.” Shadow smirked.

“This is the second time my brains were on your lawn, Ivo.” Sheptilah frowned.

Ivo looked at his aching fist and saw his glove was torn and bloody. He walked over to his wife and held her tightly. “Why weren’t you fighting back?”

“It’s hard when your brain is trying to reconstruct itself…” She shuddered. “Thank you for… saving my life.” The full horror of what occurred finally hit her and she stumbled.

He caught her and kissed her cheek. “I’m so sorry I had to leave you with her. I should’ve just kicked her out at first sight. I won’t let her come back ever again. I just couldn’t let the two doctors sit with Maw for that long because the bombs are so delicate sometimes.”

“How did the surgery go?” Sheptilah felt ice cold and shivered.

“Hm? Oh, Maw is in recovery but I don’t care about him right now.” He rubbed her shoulders to warm her up.

“Recovery? Oh, his jaw.” Shadow pretended like he forgot. “You did that today? With your mother here?”

“My mother surprised me.” Ivo huffed. “Had to leave my poor wife with her for four hours…” He rocked her back and forth in his arms.

“I’m okay, really. The lair is a mess but I can clean it up… I tried to curse her with sleep but ended up being cursed myself and while I was out she was rearranging things.”

“Just rest, honey. I’ll have the robots do that.” He ran his hand over the back of her head and cringed when he felt chunks of brain matter and bone. She was really hurt if the meninges tore that easily… what the Hell did my mother do? He thought. “Actually, I’m going to have Lourdes look you over.”

“Should I stay?” Shadow asked her.

“Only if you want to, Shads.” She nodded.

“Call me if you need me.” He took a step back and teleported out. A ring of dust was left behind and blew away in the wind.

“I’m so sorry, Tilly.” Ivo hugged her tightly. “I never should have let her stay. I knew something like this would happen.”

“How did you survive your childhood?” Tilly looked up at him.

“I got myself into boarding school and left home at a very young age.”

She buried her face in his chest.

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Rule 114 - Stay Out Of The Doctor's Pockets

They were out watching the fireworks on Quintillion Six, sitting together legs swinging on a rock waiting for the show to begin.

"You know, Pond," the Doctor said, "these aren't your average Earth fireworks. They're actually shot down towards the planet's surface from an extremely low orbiting moon. The effect is quite dramatic."

Amy grinned. "They're coming right at you?"

"In a manner of speaking, yes," he said, clearly settling into lecture mode. "Although of course, the geothermal properties of the planet's atmosphere make it impossible for the..." He oomphed as Amy jostled him solidly in the ribs with her elbow.

"Don't destroy the magic of it for me. I want to experience it without knowing for sure that it's perfectly safe, okay? More fun that way." she said.

"Fine, fine, Pond. Whatever you need." He smiled and leaned back on his elbows, peering up into the darkening sky.

Finally the show started, and even the Doctor had to admit that the sight of a firework coming down from far up in the sky and exploding overhead was both beautiful and utterly alarming. The crowd around them ooohed, aaahed, and ducked appreciatively.

Amy, dressed as always in the shortest allowable skirt, shivered as a cool breeze picked up. She burrowed in closer to the Doctor, her head nuzzled into his shoulder.

"Here," he said, shrugging off his tweed jacket. "Wear this."

Amy snuggled into it happily, breathing in the jacket's inimitably great smell - tweed and cloves and a tiny bit of something akin to motor oil and something she couldn't identify at all. Space? Does space have a smell? Anyways, it was a happy smell and she was hit with a wave of contentment. She crammed her hands deep into its pockets, and then leapt to her feet with a shriek.

"What?" the Doctor cried, hopping to his feet with sonic in hand and glancing around them in a wide circle. "What happened?"

"Something bit me! In your pocket!"

"Shhhh!" said a voice from behind them. "Get down! You're ruining the view!"

The Doctor pulled Amy back down to the rock face. "Amy, quiet down," he murmured in a low voice. "You're going to start a riot. I absolutely promise you that nothing in my pocket is capable of biting you."

Amy leaned over and poked him in the chest. "I know a bite when I feel one, Mister. What have you got in there, a gerbil?"

The Doctor pointedly ignored her and stared up at the sky. "Watch the show, Amy."

"You do! You do have some kind of rodent in there!"

He turned and gazed at her steadily. "Can we just put a pin in this for now? Please hush up." He kept eye contact with her for a few moments to make sure she heard him. Finally she flopped down beside him (this time with her hands nowhere near the jacket) and tried to enjoy the show. Which wasn't easy thinking about what might be climbing around inside her borrowed coat.

"Ok, Doctor," Amy said a few hours later as they unlocked the door of the TARDIS and stumbled in. "Spill it."

He blinked at her innocently. "Spill what?"

"What," she said menacingly, "is living in your coat?"

"Amy, Amy, Amy..." he put on his best persecuted look. "Nothing."

"So you won't mind if I have a look then?"

"Be my guest! Well you already are my guest," he said, stopping to consider that for a moment. "That doesn't make any sense, really. But help yourself! Mi jacket es su jacket, as they say," the Doctor called as he disappeared into the library.

Undeterred, Amy plopped down cross-legged on the console room floor and tentatively reached into the pocket on the left. At first the usual things one might expect - well the usual things for a Time Lord, maybe - came out.

Two older, nonfunctioning models of the sonic screw driver.

A jammy dodger or two.

Bubble gum.

Kitchen twine.

Safety scissors.

Batteries. Lots of batteries.

The Doctor wandered out to see how she was doing. "I'm going to start a movie, do you want to join me?" he called.

"Nope," Amy called, "This is way too interesting."

Amy found herself feeling bolder as nothing with teeth emerged and started digging more forcefully.

An umbrella.

A Darth Vader pez dispenser.

One of those weird frisbee things from Tron.

A vial full of sparkling bead-like pollen.

Fourteen handkerchiefs.

Four extra red bow ties.

Clown shoes and a nose.

A small green book entitled "Poisons and You! How to Avoid Them."

A collapsible digging shovel.

"This is getting ridiculous," Amy muttered. "I haven't even gotten to the second pocket yet."

A small bicycle, possibly sized for a monkey.

Three large, interlocking hoops.

One half of the kind of box a magician saws through, with no lady inside.

Something that looked a lot like a mandolin.

A VHS exercise tape.

Allen wrenches of all shapes and sizes, stuck together with a rubber band.

An inflatable bath toy.

Crayons.

Silver polish.

Eleven golf balls, bright yellow.

Two hours later the Doctor returned to find Amy centered in a small clearing surrounded by the most bewildering pile of things.

"Are you still at this?" he asked. "Honestly, Pond. Go to bed."

"I hardly need to," she joked. "I'm sure I'll find a blanket and a pillow in here eventually."

"Yes, well, this is all well and good fun, but I'm afraid I simply have to put an end to this science project of yours," the Doctor replied primly. "You're messing up my filing system quite badly. Organization is important."

Amy blinked up at him for a beat or two.

"You have an organization system for this?"

"Of course! How else do you think one could manage infinite pockets? Everything is alphabetized and sorted into it's own quantum container. Cross indexed and referenced in the central computer and in the sonic." He flopped down on the jump seat. "And that is why I always know where something is when I need it."

"Except for the correct date and time," Amy pointed out.

"Ah! Ah ha." He agreed. "Yes, well, there's no way to store that in a pocket."

Amy rolled her eyes as she stood up, surveying the mess she'd made. She gently picked up the coat with a thumb and forefinger, still a little wary of it, and handed it back to the Doctor. "Here. I give up."

"So you admit you were wrong about wild beasts living in there?" he asked.

"I admit no such thing. But if there is, god knows you would have it indexed under some planet I can't even spell, cross referenced by it's DNA code." She tossed her hair back over her shoulder. "Well, good night!"

"Hey!" he called after her rapidly retreating form. "Hey! What about all of this mess?"

Amy gave a quick little wave and blew a kiss as she disappeared down the corridor. Undoubtedly to take a bath or some such nonsense, he thought. Humans and their baths.

He took a moment to survey all of the things in the pile on the floor before picking it up and stuffing it back into the larger of his coat pockets. Indexing system? Cross referencing? As if. It wasn't a complete lie, he had always intended to install that kind of system. Instead he preferred to just reach in wildly and let fate or the universe provide whatever it thought he needed. It had always worked so far.

Except for the rodent, of course. Some mischievous child had once shoved a small animal in his coat, several years ago, and he had never once been able to locate it. There was almost no chance it was still alive, was there? Surely it couldn't have found a food source and somehow survived for two years without ever letting him know it was there? Surely it couldn't have reproduced?

He stopped and pondered it for a moment.

Naaaaaaah, not possible.

Still, he made a mental note to mix a small dose of antibiotics into Amy's morning tea tomorrow. Just in case she really did get a bite.

Better safe than sorry.

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nervyghost · 7 years

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The Dragon in the Box (9 out of ?)

The three of them power-walked through the building, The Doctor slightly ahead of the two humans, his hands stuffed deep into his pockets. He did feel guilty for scaring them, but the only other option would've been death by cyanide.

Not exactly the best set of options.

He was just glad that they didn't stop helping him when they saw what he was, though he wouldn't have been able to blame them if they had refused to help. Sherlock suddenly broke the silence with a question. "You took all the sugar, right?" Molly nodded. "Yeah, there weren't many packets of sugar to begin with." "That's probably for the best, we don't want anyone else to get poisoned." Sherlock frowned. "Now is hardly the time for jokes Doctor." He coughed slightly, scuffing his shoes a little. "Right, sorry." Molly suddenly turned, pushing open a door. "That's the cafeteria, though it's deserted right now." Gray chairs were neatly set up next to pristine tables, all swabbed clean and left for the night. The Doctor glanced around the room, quick to notice the security cameras, strategically placed so nothing escaped their view. If he was going to cough up any more smoke, he was going to have to leave. Sherlock seemed to notice his discomfort at seeing the cameras. "Better not pull anything." "You don't say. I don't really want to be shipped off and dissected, thank you very much." He heard Molly snicker quietly behind him, and Sherlock just sighed. "Look. I'm trying to save them in any way I can. Any form of cooperation would be APPRECIATED!" He snapped. The Doctor knew he should have seen this coming, he was just trying to help! Maybe his sense of humor wasn't appreciated by all, but it had become a bit of a nervous habit. This regeneration did seem to have a big mouth, and he supposed that there were always going to be people who found him annoying. "That's how I cope with danger, try and make light of it." Sherlock didn't respond, so The Doctor continued. "I know what to expect, but my companions usually don't. I don't want them to get scared, so I pretend like I'm not." Sherlock ignored him, striding toward where the sugar had been. There were a couple scattered packets of cream and stir-sticks, but other than that, completely nothing. "Where's the clue? There's got to be another clue here!" The Doctor leaned down to get a closer look, pulling out his glasses as he did so. He ran his fingers along the edge of the table, searching for any niches in the metal. "Try the sonic." The Doctor obliged, pulling out the device and pointing it at the table, hoping against all odds that something would blip. The scan brought up nothing. Sherlock noticed The Doctor's face drop and scowled, giving the table a kick. Molly looked between the two of them, her expression worried. "Anything?" The Doctor sorrowfully shook his head. "Nothi-" He was cut off mid-sentence by something vibrating in his pocket. Sherlock eyed him suspiciously, as if daring him to drop another bombshell secret.

The Doctor dug a hand into his coat, trying to figure out what was going off. His fingers closed around the object and he pulled it out with a flourish, recognizing it immediately as the disc from before. Sherlock's eyes stayed fixated on the silver object, and Molly looked confused by its presence. "What's that?" She asked, taking a nervous step backward. The device buzzed again, and The Doctor slowly placed it on the table. Sherlock narrowed his eyes, moving closer to The Doctor's side. "Blocking the cameras." He whispered. The Doctor nodded, and Sherlock motioned for Molly to step closer. She obeyed, eyeing the device warily. The Doctor gave the button on the top a light tap, and a display flickered to life atop it. A set of numbers were ticking down, along with a few words. TAKE A BREAK, YOU'VE EARNED IT. The Doctor leaned over the table, hanging his head as he did so. "Six hours.” The words stuck painfully in his throat. “Six hours for me to be nothing but useless." Sherlock shook his head. "That can't be what it means." His voice sounded desperate, a sound The Doctor knew well. They stood in silence, just letting the meaning of the words sink in. The Doctor slowly extended his arm, pushing the button once more and turning off the display. "Sleeping probably won't be much of an option, though it would do us both some good." He slid it back into his pocket, the sinking feeling in each of his hearts almost unbearable. Sherlock nodded curtly, his expression a mask. "We should go back to the flat. Maybe we missed something." Molly cleared her throat, and The Doctor and Sherlock turned to her. "Can one of you please explain what's going on with this case?" She asked, "Because something tells me it isn't the usual murder." Sherlock and The Doctor exchanged looks, neither wanting to put her in any more danger. The Doctor finally turned to address her, deciding to be honest with the brunette. "John has been kidnapped, along with one of my friends." Molly visibly paled, a quiet 'Oh' escaping from her lips. "You were going to be the next victim, but I was poisoned instead. Not the best way of getting around it I'll admit, but it worked." "I'm sorry... Is there any way I can help? Anything at all!" Sherlock shook his head. "Stay here, and contact me if anything weird starts to happen." She looked like she was going to argue, but Sherlock cut her off before she could. "Please. I've lost one friend in the last twenty-four hours, and I honestly don't think I'd be able to cope with losing another." She sighed. "Alright. But do call me if you change your mind, you got that?" The Doctor grinned. "Wouldn't dream of doing anything else." They were about to leave when Molly grabbed his sleeve. She took a deep breath when they made eye contact. "I know you said you weren't a dragon and all, but dragons in legends were supposed to be protectors and guardians." The Doctor nodded slowly, and she continued. "And I just wanted to ask that you protect Sherlock, if it's not too much trouble. With John gone, there's nobody to keep him safe..." The Doctor smiled gently, touched that she cared so much about him that she was willing to confront what she thought was a beast. "You have my word." "Good." With that, Molly returned to her work. He exited the building to see a rather cross looking detective, though he supposed that Sherlock usually seemed cross. "There's no point in trying to find anything else, we aren't getting any information to work with." The Doctor sighed, grudgingly admitting the fact to himself. There was nothing he could do. At least, not for six hours. It seemed like a long time, but he knew that it could pass in the blink of an eye. Sherlock seemed to be under the same impression.

The silence was deafening on the cab ride back, neither wanting to admit how damaged they felt. Neither wanting to admit how they were practically useless. The Doctor was quick to exit the cab, wanting nothing more than to retreat to his TARDIS in peace, but Sherlock stopped him. "Upstairs. Now." The Timelord didn't resist, knowing that it would be pointless to disagree. He nearly bumped into Mrs. Hudson upon entering, and she seemed surprised to see him. He spoke before she had time to express her surprise. "Hello, Mrs. Hudson! Lovely morning, doncha think?" She smiled tiredly. "Yes, I suppose it is." Sherlock stuck his head back down the stairs, looking slightly irritated. "Doctor!" They made eye contact and Sherlock gestured toward his flat. Mrs. Hudson seemed to pick up on this. "Do you boys need any tea?" Sherlock shook his head. "No thank you." "In that case, I'll get back to cleaning then." She gave them an over-the-shoulder look before finally leaving the room, the sound of a vacuum coming from around the corner. The Doctor hung his coat before following Sherlock up the stairs, unsure as to what exactly the detective had in mind. Sherlock crossed his arms, staring down The Doctor like he was a lab specimen. "So." He began, now facing his mantle. "No more secrets or lies from you?"The Doctor sighed. He should've seen this coming. "No, that would be all." His eyes drifted around the room, and he had just opened his mouth to ask a question when Sherlock cut him off. "How many people here know?" The Doctor leaned back slightly toward the table. "Just Molly, Donna, and yourself." "Nobody else?" "Nope!" Sherlock sat down on the couch, his hands pressed together under his chin and his eyes closed in concentration. "You should tell Mrs. Hudson. You're under her roof and she deserves to know what she's getting into." The Doctor frowned, thinking it over. "Are you sure?" Molly had taken it well, but that was because she didn't really have an option. "She won't have a heart-attack or...?" Sherlock opened one eye, not moving from the couch. "She is one of the bravest people I know, she can take it. And if she faints, I'll catch her." The Doctor raised an eyebrow, but he knew in his hearts that Sherlock was right. How bad could it really be? "Do you want me to... Y'know..." Sherlock sat up, looking at The Doctor with a hint of fear in his eyes. "I don't have to though, if you don't want or if there isn't enough room we can do it downstairs..." Sherlock slowly nodded. "No, no there's room here. Try not to knock anything over..." The Doctor could hear the reluctance in Sherlock's voice, he clearly thought this was a bad idea. "You sure about this? I don't have to if you're scared." Sherlock scoffed at the mention of his fear, and The Doctor couldn't help but smile. "I'm not scared of you." He insisted, but The Doctor could tell he was just putting on a brave face. He slowly closed his eyes, feeling Sherlock's stare on him. His two legs became four and he opened his eyes again, curling his tail around his feet and sitting quite like a cat. He kept his head low, keeping eye contact with Sherlock. The detective remained mute for a moment, just taking it all in. "You looked bigger at the hospital." He finally remarked. The Doctor tried not to smile, but it was incredibly difficult. "And you're sure she'll be fine?" He rumbled. Sherlock flinched when he spoke, probably the teeth he thought. Donna had taken a while to get used to his four-legged form, and she was around aliens on a regular basis! Something told him that Sherlock was going to take quite a lot longer to adjust...

It still came as a shock to Sherlock to see the creature sitting in his living room, even after the incident at the hospital. It unnerved him to see the powerful jaws moving up and down so fast, knowing that they could just as easily crush his skull. The Doctor was still rambling, something about how it was okay if he wanted him to change back, and that it was alright to be scared. He suddenly seemed to notice that Sherlock hadn't spoken, and his ears drooped. "I'll switch if you'd like, I promise it's alright." Sherlock shook his head. "No, I'm fine, you're just... Still you." The Doctor barred his teeth in what Sherlock had decided was his attempt at a smile. "Of course! I just look a little different, that's all!" Sherlock felt his insides turn to water. You're being paranoid. He scolded himself. The Doctor must've noticed his change in expression, and he stretched his neck closer to Sherlock. "Are you still sure?" Sherlock set his jaw. He knew she could take it. She lived with him after all. "Mrs. Hudson?" He shouted. "I think that tea would be lovely." The Doctor nodded once, accepting Sherlock's decision. "Would it be better if I moved... Or if I was lying down...?" Sherlock gave him a once over. "The couch is free, probably best if you keep your claws under your body..." The Doctor nodded and carefully stepped over to the couch, his tread surprisingly light. His tail twitched a little, the bushy tip causing dust to fly from the end of it. The couch creaked and groaned as The Doctor settled down, stretching across the entire thing. His eyes followed Sherlock as he paced around the room, and to his surprise, he seemed concerned. Sherlock finally stopped, really looking at the creature sitting on his couch. His paws were neatly folded together and his hind legs were concealed by his tail. From a distance, Sherlock supposed he could be mistaken for a large horse if his tail was tucked behind his body. His eyes, though bigger and more reptilian, were the same color and portrayed the same amount of intelligence. The colors on his pinstripe suit mirrored his draconoid form, and Sherlock suspected that it was done so his friends could eaisily bridge the gap between his two bodies. His ears sat atop his head, a spiky mane running down the length of his back, along with a few tufts of fur on the sides of his muzzle. One of his ears perked up, and Sherlock realized that he was listening to something. "She's poured the tea... How am I supposed to drink it like this?" The Doctor's voice was nearing a whine, which Sherlock found rather amusing. Definetly still the same. Bigger? Yes. Scarier? Of course! But underneath the scales, it was the same mind. "You might want to go warn her..." Sherlock nodded. "Good idea." He kept an eye on The Doctor whilst moving to the door, not turning around until he heard the latch click. He slowly desended the stairs. What was he supposed to say? Hello Mrs. Hudson, your tenant is a dragon? That was stupid, he couldn't come off as stupid. Maybe it would be better if she just walked in... He was so deep in thought that he nearly collided with his landlady, who was carrying a tray with three cups balanced atop it. "Do you mind if I carry that?" He asked, trying not to let his tone show how worried he was. She looked a little suspicious, but let him take the tray. "Is this one of your experiments?" Sherlock hesitated in the stairway. "Something of the sort..." She sighed. "If the fridge is full of body parts again, you're going to have to do more than just this to make up for it." She began to walk up the stairs, but Sherlock stopped her again. "I just wanted to let you know that everything upstairs is safe, and that it would be best if you didn't scream." "Sherlock, what have you got upstairs?" Her voice had developed an accusing tone, and Sherlock couldn't help but curse his luck. "Nothing dangerous, I promise." She ducked past him, much to his dismay. "I'll be the judge of that." "Wait!" She slowly turned back to him. "Please, don't be scared, alright?" "Yes, alright!" Sherlock held his breath as the door was pushed open. He could only hope that The Doctor hadn't gone and done something stupid. He heard her stop dead in her tracks, and quickly followed her into the room, closing the door behind them. The Doctor (To Sherlock's relief.) hadn't moved an inch and was watching them intently. She grabbed Sherlock's wrist and hissed in his ear. "Sherlock, what the hell is that!" The Doctor looked rather ashamed of himself, and he sighed a little. Sherlock couldn't help but feel a pang of pity for the creature. "That... That would be The Doctor." Mrs. Hudson looked at him like he had just said he was from Mars. "What do you mean that's The Doctor?! You've got a bloody dragon holed up in here!" The Doctor hung his head, sinking into the arm of the couch. Sherlock took a few steps toward The Doctor, and Mrs. Hudson remained frozen in the doorway. The Doctor raised his head but didn't say a word, his ears still low. "It's him." That seemed to bring her out of her trance. "What are you doing!?" Her voice was reaching hysterical, and Sherlock was surprised that he couldn't hear her heart racing. Sherlock took another step, and Mrs.Hudson held her breath. The Doctor gently moved his head toward Sherlock, his eyes unblinking. "You can talk now." Whispered the detective, which caused the dragon to huff. "Alright." Mrs. Hudson's eyes grew wide. "You... You can talk!" The Doctor's head bobbed up and down. "Yep." A note of concern entered his voice. "Are you alright?" She looked shocked by the question. "No! I'm not alright, thanks for asking!" Sherlock guided her to a chair which she promptly slumped into. He offered her a cup of tea, and she took a few sips. Her hands were shaking, but that wasn't uncalled for. The Doctor and Sherlock made eye contact, and he seemed rather worried. Mrs. Hudson finally looked up, getting to see The Doctor in all his draconoid glory. "What are you?" The Doctor slowly started to explain what he was, but Sherlock didn't pay attention to his tale, as it was the same one he had told in the hospital. His focus was directed toward his cell-phone, and he was texting Mycroft. Stop looking for the box, I don't need any information on it anymore. -S.H Why not? It's not like you to give up on something. -M.H Sherlock sighed heavily, he had hoped that Mycroft wouldn't question him. That's none of your business. You can leave the creature alone as well. -S.H Really? Why? -M.H He frowned, trying to think up a decent excuse. The only problem with that was the fact that Mycroft had seen him, which got rid of the 'There wasn't anything to worry about' excuse. He tucked it into his pocket, deciding to ignore his older brother for now. His phone buzzed again, and it took every ounce of willpower he had not to answer it. Mrs. Hudson finally decided to speak, her voice wavering. "You're an alien... I rented out a flat... To an alien!" The Doctor nodded again. "Sorry I hid, I didn't mean to put you both in danger." Her face suddenly paled again. "Is-Is Donna a timelord too?" The Doctor chuckled, each one rumbling in his chest. "No, she's human. A good friend she is." Mrs. Hudson nodded slowly, her knuckles white on her teacup. "Anything else I should know?" Sherlock mouthed the word 'Case' The Doctor sighed, his entire body going slack, right down to the tip of his tail. "Donna and John have both been kidnapped." Her hands started shaking again. "Can you save them?" Her question was directed at both of them, and neither knew how to answer it. The Doctor looked at Sherlock, emotions in his eyes that Sherlock didn't know how to name. Sherlock took a deep breath. "I don't know." Confessing it didn't make it any easier, it only made it seem more impossible. "But we will." They had to. There wasn't another option, that was a fact. Mrs. Hudson smiled weakly, color slowly returning to her face. "Oh, I don't doubt that. The kidnapper is the one who should be scared!" Sherlock tried to smile, hoping that what she said was true. "Can you pass me a cup of tea?" The detective passed over the tray and The Doctor delicately took the cup in his clawed hands, trying his best to take a drink. He was surprisingly dainty, expertly handling the cup without spilling a drop. His ears suddenly shot up and he cocked his head, the two humans jumping at his sudden movement. His hackles slowly raised and his voice turned to a low growl. "Are either of you expecting anyone?" Sherlock immediately stiffened. "How are they walking?" The Doctor now had his eyes closed, his ears twitching as he listened. "Either a cane or an umbrella, not too heavy of a tread. Oh, hold on!" He moved his head slightly to the left before continuing. "Scratch that, it was definitely an umbrella. He just put it down. He's coming up the stairs..." Sherlock's eyes opened wide. "You have to change back." The Doctor didn't question Sherlock's sudden demand and was back to his human form in less than a second. He made a slight attempt to fix his hair before finally deciding it was good enough. He fixed his gaze on Sherlock, and he looked rather amused. "Who is it? You clearly know..." Sherlock scowled, pulling out his phone and reading the last message. I'm coming over. You can explain yourself then. -M.H "MYCROFT!" He bellowed, the door swinging open as he did so. The smug voice that greeted him made him want to hit something, maybe the smug face that went with it. "What gave it away?" "The noise of your umbrella." Mycroft smiled, looking like he was about to say something before he noticed The Doctor. "Who's he?" "Friend." Mycroft seemed surprised at the use of the word 'friend', as it wasn't a word Sherlock threw around often. The Doctor stood and extended his hand in greeting. "Hello! I'm The Doctor!" Mycroft frowned but shook his hand anyway. Sherlock could tell that The Doctor would irritate his older brother even more than he irritated him, which was a concept he found rather amusing. Sherlock hid a smile when his brother turned back to face him, but his spark of joy quickly faded as Mycroft spoke. "Is he trustworthy?" Sherlock frowned, his gaze flicking over to the alien before giving a quick nod. "Why don't you want any more information on the dragon?" The Doctor tensed up, and Sherlock avoided making eye-contact, knowing how betrayed he must feel. He cleared his throat and Sherlock took a deep breath, knowing full well what The Doctor was going to say. "What dragon?" Damn. He had hoped that The Doctor would let it slide, but luck wasn't on his side. Mycroft raised an eyebrow. "He hasn't told you?" The Doctor shook his head and Mrs. Hudson looked worried. Even she seemed to know this couldn't end well and she was quick to excuse herself. Sherlock secretly wished that he could do the same, but instead he listened to his brother give a detailed explanation of exactly what Sherlock had told him, right down to him asking about the box and the beast. The Doctor listened attentively, nodding along with the conversation, though Sherlock could tell he was still on-edge and ready to run. "He said to leave it alone, which is why I showed up." The Doctor gave a slow nod. "Interesting..." "Mycroft, I asked that you leave it alone!" "And the reason for that is..." Sherlock let out a noise of frustration, knowing that whatever he did next, a dragon would still be cross with him. "Because I have other things to deal with!" He finally snapped. Mycroft frowned. "Such as..." Sherlock felt his anger deflate like a balloon when he said the next sentence. "John's been kidnapped." Mycroft looked startled. "So has one of my friends..." The Doctor piped up, his hurt hidden well. He made eye-contact with Sherlock, and he immediately regretted it. His eyes said it all, and Sherlock was surprised at just how... Human he seemed. It only lasted for a second, Sherlock quickly looking in the other direction, inwardly cursing himself. "Do you have any leads?" He nodded. "Moriarty. He's back at it again." The Doctor sighed. "Seems that we're a part of his game of puzzles..." "Well, if there is anything I can do to help, don't hesitate to call in a favor." "I don't NEED your help." Sherlock hissed. Mycroft rolled his eyes, turning his eyes to The Doctor. "He always does this. If you need help, don't hesitate." With that, he spun on his heel and stalked off. The second the door closed, The Doctor cleared his throat. Sherlock slowly met his eyes, which were angry as he had expected. "So... How long have you been waiting for me to put a toe out of line?" His tone was dangerously soft, like he was trying to give him the benefit of the doubt. "I promise, I wasn't trying to shatter your trust in me." The Doctor stood up and started pacing around the room. "Then how come you've been hunting me down?" Sherlock sighed. "I wasn't hunting you down..." The Doctor made a non-committal noise, which made Sherlock even more uncomfortable. His next sentence was spoken just loud enough so that the detective could hear, but not so loud that it made The Doctor seem angry. "How long have you known? He said he got the picture after he was told, meaning that you figured it out before I showed you at the hospital." "The first day you got here. At two in the morning." He seemed confused for a moment. "In the alleyway?" Sherlock nodded, all but trying to disappear into his coat. "Why didn't you tell me!?" "I don't know what to do! Alright!?" The Doctor was taken aback for a moment, but he was quick to recover. "So you asked your brother to declare a dragon-hunt? Is that it? Waiting for me to do something bad so you could set the entirety of Great Britan on my trail!?" "It isn't like that!" He insisted. "I didn't know what you were, or what you wanted, or what you were going to do and it scared me, alright!?" Hearing all of this out loud made him realize how petty it all was. "And I'm sorry." The Doctor didn't say anything, his head bowed slightly in thought. "Suppose that you know about the wings then." He commented dryly. "I'm going to go fix up the TARDIS, world hopping does a number on her." He left without looking back, clearly distraught. Sherlock groaned and slumped into a chair, holding his head in his hands. He really hadn't meant for it to come out like that, but it all happened in a blur. He knew that he'd need The Doctor's full cooperation, but it suddenly seemed like that was going to be very hard to get...

The two hostages were becoming increasingly tired of waiting to be rescued, so they figured that it was high time for an escape attempt. The only problem with that idea was the heavy rope holding them in place. Both Donna and John had been fiddling with the knots for nearly an hour, and they were finally getting some results. John was the first one to be free of his binds, and he was quick to help Donna with hers. "What now?" She whispered, rubbing at her wrists, trying to get her blood flowing at a normal rate. John surveyed the room, looking for any potential exits. "I thought you had a plan!" She looked confused. "What made you think that!?" He started pacing, still holding onto the hope that a potential escape exit would come into view. "It was your idea to stop waiting!" "Well, I thought we'd have a plan by the time we got free!" She whisper-shouted, both of them keeping their voices down due to the fact that neither of them knew where their captors were currently located. That was yet another detail they had overlooked when trying to escape, and both of them were currently realizing that they had no idea what to do now that they were free. Donna's eyes nervously darted around the room and she strode over to the door, trying the handle. Locked. John tried his pockets, even though he knew that he had been stripped of anything even remotely useful. Donna seemed to come to the same realization, looking utterly defeated. They had hope for only a few seconds, only to have it dashed to pieces yet again. They sat back down in their chairs, both thinking hard about what they were supposed to do. A sudden sound from outside caused both of them to press their ears against the door, listening to the conversation between killers. John immediately recognized the voice of the Dalek. "WHAT IS OUR NEXT MOVE?" He heard faint laughter from outside. "We wait for them to start fighting, six hours should be more than enough time to have them at each others throats. As for the victim, someone else close to Sherlock would be perfect. Probably that idiot D.I at Scotland Yard." The sound of their voices started to fade as they walked away from the door. The pair of them sat by the door in silence for a minute, until John decided that he could use a bit of a conversation. "How do you know so much about the Dalek? You seem to be an expert." She chuckled weakly. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you. Even I find it hard to believe sometimes, and I'm living it." "You may as well tell me. Looks like we'll be staying here for a while." Donna slowly started to tell him of The Doctor, and how he wasn't human and how they had been on such amazing adventures. John listened attentively, even though it sounded completely insane to him. He had thought Sherlock was crazy, but this story was backing up his claim that The Doctor wasn't what he seemed. "There's one thing that isn't making sense though..." John looked up. "The Doctor said that Daleks showed no mercy and that they'd kill us on sight. Why hasn't it killed us yet?" John had just opened his mouth to answer when the heavyset door swung open, revealing the Dalek in all its glory. It rolled into the room, Donna and John flattening against the wall. "ESCAPE IS NOT AN OPTION." It blared, its eyestalk uncomfortably close to the pair of humans. "YOU WILL STAY HERE. THERE IS NO ALTERNATIVE." That's when Donna decided to speak up, much to John's dismay. "Why haven't you just killed us then? That just seems to be easier." It seemed to take offense to this. "YOU ARE NOT IN A POSITION TO MAKE DEMANDS." She set her jaw. "Yeah, I know, but why not?" Moriarty sauntered into the room. "That would be because of me. It wasn't easy to convince it, but I managed to make it into a game." "That's sick!" Moriarty grinned, his eyes widening as he leaned close to her to speak the next sentence. "I know..." He pulled a cloth out of his pocket with a flourish, pressing it against John's face before he could react. The world went fuzzy as he left the realm of conciseness, his body hitting the concrete floor with a dull thud. Moriarty whispered in his ear before he blacked out completely, words that chilled him to the bone. "This is my game, and believe me, I WILL win..."

#laurelhach #dragon who #my writing #DW AU #The Dragon in the Box

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nemesis-nexus · 5 years

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Full Pink Moon 2019

AVE the Ancient Family; protectors, providers, guides and overseers, hear us! The Earth is beginning to awaken from the extended frost of the Season of Death, a slow process this year but one that will occur in its own time! The trees are barren yet they remain strong, much love to the Dryads who are working overtime to keep them healthy! For those who may not know a Dryad – also call the Lady of the Tree – are Wood Nymphs who watch over the trees - sometimes one, sometimes an entire grove – long story short their work is never done, not even in the Winter! It is amazing to think of how many other Beings are all around us all the time and yet seldom SEEN physically but you know they are their simply by the exquisite work they do with the flora and fauna!

As mentioned in my last sermon, the lesson of the trees is that no matter how desolate a situation might seem, if you stick it out, things will come around as they always do! The other lesson of the trees is that as tall and proud as they stand, they do not stand alone, with the Dryads to help them through, they are strong enough to withstand the weather no matter how cold it gets and to explode into blossoming beauty when the harshness of the Winter cold dissipates and gives way to the warmth of the Season of Rebirth! This lesson is to let people know that no man is truly an island, not even the lone wolves! Those who prefer solitude STILL must count on the herds to be around for hunting and the brush to be there to conceal their presence! We are all connected in the Hoop or Web of Life and without those that we rely on to be there when we need them, whether it’s another human or just the herds and the brush, we will surely perish!

This is why it is necessary for any tree that may need to be cut down, that an offering is given to the guardian and respect is shown before, during and after the cutting! Planting a sprout that will eventually grow into another tree to replace the fell one is also necessary as the guardian of the tree you took down will NOT take kindly to their home being taken from them but not replaced! This is why I have an issue with the lumber industry because a lot of the times, trees are cut down but NOT replaced which compromises the air and NOT just in the immediate area but for miles around! Another ongoing problem is the reckless disregard for the bee population. When ENKI and NINHURSAG created the Flora and Fauna, they made sure that EVERYTHING and EVERYONE was provided for and that all things would work in tandem with one another to keep the ecosystem going, however, that system is in serious breach and in turn, in serious jeopardy!

NINHURSAG tasked the bees with the extraction of pollen and the pollination of the plants and trees, but in recent days we are seeing the bee population dwindle to the point where they are facing extinction and why is this? Because people use poisons in their gardens instead of natural pesticides which the bees consume and if they make it, take it back to the hive thus poisoning other bees. People are also pulling up dandelions mistaking them for weeds that are choking their gardens or flowerbeds but the truth about dandelions is that not only are they a MAJOR food source for the bees, but that every single part of a dandelion is in fact consumable by humans! Pulling dandelions not only starves the bees but also deprives a human of a tasty salad or tea!

I don’t presume to speak for any of the Gods or Goddesses, but I can’t help but think that our Blessed Mother who gave us so much must cry tears of heartache and rage when she sees one group of her children treating another with such reckless disregard! Not just the bees, but the lives of ALL her OTHER children who suffer a result due to the serious lack of pollination because there simply aren’t enough bees left at this present time to do the job as thoroughly as they have been able to since the ancient past! We see the aftermath of this lack of pollination with massive droughts, withered crops and flowers and barely any grass or clover for Forest Dwellers to feed upon! This is unacceptable and has to change, our very existence depends on it!

NINGIZHEDA the Great Healer has also been working overtime, trying to help compensate the ecosystem and help some areas adapt to the changing climate, but he cannot do it alone! We humans need to WAKE UP and face reality that our ONE JOB was to take care of the planet, to only ever take what we need, use all we take, show the proper respect for its sacrifice for our survival and to replace it so that Life can continue to thrive! Instead we have humans taking MORE than they could ever possibly use or consume, wasting VAST amounts of it including food (when there are SO many starving who would eat even just the CRUSTS of a pizza just so they wouldn’t feel the pangs of hunger, even just for a few hours), cars (there is nothing wrong with having a couple vehicles but there are people who have an entire FLEET that NEVER get used, they just SIT there collecting dust) this is not only a waste of raw materials but creates the need for a place to house them which is usually a either a large garage or parking lot. In either case it requires the Earth to be paved over and sealed off from the sun and the air! Multiple homes that they don’t occupy very long - sometimes not at all, they have them because they had too much money and needed to spend it on something - when there are so many homeless that have a hard time getting a job due to the fact that they lack an address! These houses oftentimes fall to ruin and overgrowth of actual weeds that in turn choke out the life of any viable plant that a bee or another insect or animal might have feasted on for their own survival!

ENKI, Virile God of the Sweet Waters, I can only imagine the frustration he feels every time he looks at the lakes, rivers and oceans and sees just how well his children have taken care of the gift that he and his wife gave us! The drugs and other things that are flushed by individuals to the toxic runoff of industrial plants that intoxicates the water to the dumping of materials such as car tires, machine parts, plastics of ALL kinds that result in the strangulation and suffocation of marine life of various varieties including the anemones and coral reefs that fish feed on and utilize to hide from other predators! I saw a video of a sea turtle with a plastic straw jammed so far in its nostril that it took a TEAM of humans to remove it! There are whales that are washing ashore with stomachs FULL of plastic garbage! Richard Branson was curious what was at the bottom of one of the deepest areas of the ocean just to see what kind of marine life – if any – would be found so far down; he didn’t find any marine life at the bottom of the hole, the water pressure is simply too strong for any life form to handle (unless of course you are from the Abz-u of course!) What he DID find was – you may have guessed it – plastic garbage of all kinds at the very bottom of one of the deepest spots of the ocean!

Again, I do not presume to speak for any of the Gods or Goddesses, but also again, I can only imagine the level of disappointment and betrayal ENKI feels when he not only gave us the gift of existence but also the gift of REDEMPTION when he put his own neck and station on the line to save us from the deluge only to have the human race turn around and offer him THIS as a “thank you”! Is THIS how we show our gratitude when someone puts their own wellbeing aside to ensure our survival only to have us turn around and kick them in the teeth with our arrogance and egotism?!

This is in no way acceptable behavior from a race that likes to fancy themselves as gods! I can tell you right now NO HUMAN – myself included – is a god! How do I know? How godly are we when we don’t care what happens to the very Home that enables us to exist? How holier than thou are we when we treat ALL things - plants, trees, animals, other people - like they are only there to be used up and then discarded? How superior are we to anything when we treat EVERYTHING as though it is our right to lord ourselves over it – even Nature itself? How advanced are we when can’t seem to understand the basic needs of our Natural World to the point we act as they don’t matter but want to throw a fit when our favorite foods are no longer available because all the bees are dead so there is no honey or wildflowers or fruit trees? How great are we when we allow the blasting of Natural formations that are home to several animal species, the use of sonic detection underwater that compromises and even kill any marine life that gets in the way, the deforestation that cuts down the woods further and further back but humans want to whine about coyotes, bears, bobcats etc “invading” THEIR backyards and in some cases hunting down their animal companions as dinner NOT because they are overly aggressive but because they are simply applying their natural survival instincts but the humans demand these animals be SLAUGHTERED anyway even though if the human did not destroy these animals habitats, these animals would never have bothered them in the first place?

If we were truly godly in ANY context, we would not act as though we can “do without” any part of the ecosystem nor would we act like we are above the Natural Order! If we were truly godly we would be planting seeds, restoring the forests, cleaning up all the waters AND KEEPING THEM CLEAN NOT DUMPING COAL MINING DEBRIS IN THEM! If we were truly godly we would not be so apathetic to everything else in existence, instead we would exalt it and treat it with the same, if not MORE, regard and respect we would want for ourselves because ALL life matters! There is not one part of the Natural World we can survive without, if that were the case then neither ENKI nor NINHURSAG would have put it here! NINGIZHEDA would not be constantly trying to prevent the extinction of any more animal, insect or plant species! To quote Morgan Freeman as Principal Joe Louis Clark from the movie Lean On Me “We RISE, We FALL, We SINK, We SWIM, WE MEET OUR FATE TOGETHER!” in other words NO ONE is innocent! The ones directly causing the damage are as guilty as can be, but those who ENABLE or ALLOW it to continue will be judged just as harshly for refusing to WAKE UP to just how dire our situation REALLY is, who choose to keep their heads down and turn a blind eye because they either can’t or otherwise won’t accept the truth!

At the end of the day, when the sun sets on the human race for the last time, what will we have become? I believe that we are all Stardust, energy beings that were implanted in flesh suits so that we could live here in the literal paradise ENKI and NINHURSAG created and NINGIZHEDA maintains, when our mortal coil unravels, our flesh returns to dust and our Spirits return to the Qi until such time as it is reformed and ushered along to its next state of existence. However, how can this occur if we allow the annihilation of the planet that sustains us? The reality is the Earth does NOT need us to survive, in fact, at the rate we are going, it would be MUCH better off WITHOUT us! Our Great Mother can (and will) shrug her shoulders and cast us off of her if we don’t start treating her with all the Love and Respect that she has given us since second one! She, in fact ALL of them and I don’t mean JUST ENKI, NINHURSAG and NINGIZHEDA, have been VERY patient with us up to this point but that patience is running out and their compassion wearing VERY thin and I don’t blame them one bit!

Now is the time of the Pink Moon, so named because it’s the time of year when the wildflowers and berries start to bloom and blossom creating a beautiful symphony of color and texture and visual splendor for all to enjoy! The animals still in hibernation come back out and the forest is once again thriving with the hustle and bustle of squirrels running amok, beavers cutting fallen branches to make dams, deer return to the meadows and it’s all such a spectacular sight to behold! Who needs flashing lights and loud cacophonous electronics when you have a pollution free sky full of stars to take your breath away and the sound of a running stream take hold of your soul and reconnect you to this wondrous world we ALL call Home? I admit, I like my cell phone to keep in touch and to play the occasional game, but it will NEVER take the place of the magnificent display that only the Natural World can provide!

Now is the time for the human race to come out of its self imposed trance of materialism, distraction, apathy and disconnection and to reconnect to that which really matters and makes all the difference in THIS world and EVERY other – our Spiritual selves! We have lost the “connector cable” (our sense of self and personal responsibility) that hooks us up directly to the “Motherboard” (NINHURSAG, ENKI, NINGIZHEDA and the rest of the Ancient Family) and it shows! Our egos have gotten so out of control that some of us don’t take care of ourselves let alone each other or anything else in existence and again, it shows! How do we reconnect? The answer is simple but is certainly NOT easy; for starters we need to recognize that without every part of the ecosystem intact and NOT polluted we are simply poisoning ourselves and everything else thereby causing a slow death for everyone! We need to acknowledge that if we cut down the habitats of big cats, wolves and bears, that they ARE going to come wandering our way, not because THEY are trespassing but because WE are guilty of stealing THEIR homes! We need to stop judging other humans based on skin color, ethnicity, country/city of origin, socioeconomic status, mental illness or physical disability and learn to embrace one another as the diverse group of HUMANS that we were created to be! If we don’t do this then we are doomed to be the engineers of our own destruction and I for one have no intention of going out like that!

Like I said, the solution is simple but not easy, especially for the older generations who don’t know any other way but with the help of the younger generation CAN learn that there is in fact another way to look at things! Remember just because we may not be here 50, 75 or 100 years from now, OUR DECENDANTS WILL BE! So for those who have YOUNG children or grandchildren or great grandchildren (or even nieces, nephews or friends with kids) the attitude that WE won’t be here is assuredly UNACCEPTABLE! Unless you can look any ONE of your kids in the eye and tell them directly that THEY DON’T MATTER, then you better damn well start acting like they DO! Remember, our actions say more and speak louder than our words EVER will and what WE do NOW will have a significant impact on what THEY are able to do TOMORROW – like be alive because the ecosystem can still sustain life and because Mother hasn’t kicked our asses off of hers! This will take a concentrated effort and EVERYONE needs to do their part just like they should have been doing all along! There is really no reason why things should have ever digressed this far and gotten this severe but we are here now and the only way to go is forward! We CAN do this if we all just leave our egos at the door and work together! AVE NINHURSAG! AVE ENKI! AVE NINGIZHEDA! HAIL THE WHOLE FAMILY, EACH AND EVERY ONE ABOVE AND BELOW!

“A Call To Armistice

They say to make peace we must prepare for war,

I ask all these humans, what are we fighting for?

Are we fighting for oil? For riches? For fame?

Are we fighting to stay ahead in mans selfish game?

Do you not understand or simply choose to stay ignorant

While the Earth screams with each blow that you deliver it?

Do you care about anything at all or is everything fodder?

You are stealing the future from every son and daughter!

What’s even more perplexing that you don’t understand,

Is that all those health issues you have are by your own hand!

In pursuit of materialism you unleashed poison in the Water, the Air, the Earth,

Not comprehending that you’ve also been consuming it since birth!

But all is not lost, no this battle is far from over and done

We still have a chance, this fight can be won!

If instead we all choose to stop fighting and step back,

To see who it is that is suffering when we’re on the attack!

When we realize that it is not just us, but our bloodline and existence,

We have no choice but to rebound with full on persistence!

The will to live and thrive is possessed by one and all

All we have to do is answer the call!

The call to lower our swords and stop the onslaught,

To remember what it is that we’ve all been taught!

We are all born with memories of existences passed,

Each life we lead takes its lessons from the current and last!

If we are truly to recover our Home and reconnect to the Family,

We need to realize we are ONE even though we are MANY!

We each have a role and we each play a part,

We are all well embraced within the Dragons Heart!

But we cannot stay there if we continue to fuss,

The time will come when they’ve had enough!

So on this Full Pink Moon Night in the name of Justice,

I remind everyone we are all Family and send a Call of Armistice!”

ZI ANA KANPA! ZI KIA KANPA!

MAY THE DEAD RISE AND SMELL THE INCENSE!

Etiamsi MULTA Et Nos UNUM Sumus Nos Sto Validus Ut Nos Sto Una!

Semper Veritas, Semper Fideles, In NINHURSAG'S Nomen Nos Fides! AVE NINHURSAG!

(We Are ONE Even Though We Are MANY And We Stand STRONGEST When We Stand TOGETHER!

Always TRUTHFUL, Always FAITHFUL, In NINHURSAG'S Name We Trust! HAIL NINHURSAG!)

AVÉ THE ANCIENT FAMILY!

AVÉ IGGIGI! AVÉ ANUNNA!

AVÉ DRACONIS! HAIL THE GREAT SERPENT!

HPS Meg “Nemesis Nexus” Prentiss

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Of Monsters and Spirits

Ruka offered them all a special something. Or more, it was a gift from Ancient Fairy Dragon, for all they’ve done. And none of the team members could deny visiting the spirit world to meet their Duel Monsters.

Okay so, this is a thing @chiamocha kinda not really made me do? We talked about it and I got way too into it and had to write about it? (I fully blame them!!) Anyway, this is, for now, a One-Shot. HOWEVER! If it get’s enough votes or likes or whatever, I do have a fully story planned in mind (back of my mind cause I’m already flooded with too many ideas.) Anyway, hope you can all enjoy this little thing xD [Fanfic] [AO3]

“Ruka, what’s going on?” Yusei asked, seeing as he and the rest of Team 5D’s gathered outside, by the Daedalus Bridge.

“I have a gift, for all of you,” the green-haired girl smiled, almost jumping from joy.

“Really? What for?” Crow wasn’t one to turn down gifts, but he was curios why they’d be getting something.

“It’s actually from Ancient Fairy Dragon. She wants to show her gratitude for all you’ve done for the world and in turn the spirit world to,” she added, giving a big grin.

“That’s very kind of her, but, we don’t really need anything,” Aki smiled back, not wanting to sound rude or anything.

“She insists! And it’s really something you don’t want to miss. Rua knows,” Ruka glanced at her brother, who only nodded fiercely back.

“Let’s just get this over with. Some of us are busy people,” Jack had his arms folded as he spoke, earning a few looks from his team.

“Alright! Get ready everyone, for the journey of your lives!” Ruka called and activated her Duel Disk. She put on Ancient Forest and Ancient Fairy Dragon, and a bright green light erupted from the disk, blinding all of them.

When they next opened their eyes, five out of six of them were stunned into silence by what they saw. They were standing in the middle of a forest meadow, the trees full of luscious green leafs and the sun shining down on them. A river with crystal clear water ran nearby as a warm and gentle breeze flew past. The grass was gently moving with the wind as a few leafs dropped down, following the breeze.

“…Wow…” Crow was the first to speak, swallowing as he looked all around it.

“It’s… beautiful,” Aki managed, expression of awe and disbelieve.

“Almost like a dream…” even Jack was shocked by this place, looking with wide eyes.

“Incredible…” Yusei could feel the peace and calm from this place.

“It’s so cool!” Rua called, spinning around to get a full view.

“Welcome to the Spirit World everyone,” Ruka smiled, glad to see them so happy.

“Indeed, welcome,” a powerful yet gentle voice called and all of them turned to see Ancient Fairy floating there, a hint of a smile in her eyes.

“Thank you for this gracious gift,” Fudo smiled, giving a slight bow of the head.

“We should be thank you all. And that is why, this is but the beginning of it,” the Dragon added as the humans looked surprised.

“Each of you has a strong bond with your monsters – you have shown that much in all your duels. And they would like to meet you,” she said by way of explanation, but no one still seemed to really catch on.

The Dragon let out a laugh as it echoed, before she waved her long arm across the air, letting sparkles fly down. Soon after, five portals seemed to open, each one to a different location.

“Please, step through there and you shall see what I mean,” the looks she received were mixed, but many were skeptical.

“It’s okay everyone, you can trust her. She won’t hurt you,” the female twin assured and that was mostly enough for them.

“I shall call for you when you wish to return home. But for now, enjoy the company of your dueling partners,” the five all stepped through, Rua the most hesitant since he’d be leaving his sister, but a firm nod from her made him take the last step.

When Yusei stepped through the portal, he wasn’t really surprised to found himself in an apparently abandoned factory junkyard. And he had to smile in surprise at who greeted him there.

“Ya finally came!” Junk Warrior called, arms crossed over his chest.

“Took your time didn’t you,” Junk Synchron was sitting on a barrel.

“Greetings, Yusei,” Turret Warrior called, standing by the side of the circle of monsters.

“This is amazing…” the human couldn’t stop smiling as Sonic Chick and Quillbolt Hedgehog rushed towards him, each leeching onto a leg.

“Welcome!” the two called as Fudo kneeled down to pat them.

“It’s great to finally meet you,” Speed Warrior gave a nod and Yusei could have sworn he was smiling.

“Same here, although I never thought I would,” the duelist nodded back, before looking higher up, trying to find-

“Stardust Dragon isn’t here,” Junk Warrior said, knowing who the human was searching for. “The Dragons are all in a separate location. You’ll see ‘em later on.”

“That’s fine. For now, I’m just going to enjoy meeting all of you.”

Jack could instantly feel the heat of the place as he set foot on harsh ground. There was a volcano in the distance, the lava seeping out of it, while a forest on fire seemed to burn forever to the far left.

“The so called King has finally come, has he?” a voice spoke and Atlas saw Mad Archfiend towering behind him.

“He has,” Jack spoke back coldly, narrowing his eyes on the gathered monsters.

“Hmp, he don’t look like much to me,” Vice Dragon sneered, baring his teeth.

“Clearly you haven’t looked in a mirror,” the blonde replied calmly, not even flinching.

“Haha! Got ya there!” Dark Resonator laughed, floating over the others.

“I like him,” Twin-Sword Marauder grinned.

“Same here,” Twin-Shield Defender added with a nod.

“Of course you do. I am your King,” Jack turned to them, seeing their slightly surprised yet amused expressions.

“There’s only one King of yours, and it ain’t you,” Exploder Dragonwing raised his chin.

“Not yet, but I will be,” there was a dangerous glint in the King’s eyes as the other monsters shared a look.

Crow was met with a cold wind and a destroyed forest during the night when he stepped through. The trees were black, either charred or dead, and the moon cast an eerie glow on the whole place.

“He’s here!” at the voice, he turned around just in time to have Gale fly into his chest, giving him a fluffy hug.

“Ouf!” the human let out from the sudden hit. He saw more monsters coming closer and took in a steady breath.

“Welcome brother,” Armor Master greeted, offering a hand.

“Hey,” the ginger blinked, taking the large hand and feeling a light shake. He never thought the monsters could be so much bigger, especially since Gale seemed rather normal-sized.

“So we finally meet. It’s about time,” Sirocco gave a grin as Blizzard flew on Crow’s shoulder.

“You are much smaller than I thought,” the blue bird pecked his cheek.

“Humans usually are,” Silverwind chuckled, sitting down on a few rocks.

“…You guys are wicked cool, ya know that?” the human had a stupid smile as he looked around the beasts.

Aki immediately smelled the aroma of the many flowers. The garden was breathtaking and so beautiful, she didn’t even notice the monsters littered around it.

“Lady Aki,” Night Rose Knight offered a crimson red rose and a bow.

“Oh, thank you,” she smiled, taking the rose and giving a small bow back.

“Welcome, our lady!” Blue Rose Dragon flew up and down in excitement.

“It is an honor to meet you,” Lord Poison gave a deep bow, even if he didn’t have a head.

“The honor is all mine!” Aki blushed a bit, trying to make it a bit less formal.

“We hope you feel welcomed here,” Violet Witch looked at the ground, either shy or nervous. Izayo couldn’t really tell.

“It’s amazing, really,” the human assured, taking a deep breathe of the flowers. “I wish I had something like this back home…”

“Do you wish to return already?” they sounded sad as she quickly shook her head.

“No, not at all! I’m going to enjoy this place for as long as I can. That includes meeting all of you,” she gave them a smile, to which they cheered and she giggled.

Rua was in awe at the towering blocks of Legos, built to form a version of Neo Domino City. He was even more excited to see his monsters.

“I can’t believe it’s really you!” he called, jumping onto Boomboxen and hugging him.

“I can’t believe it’s really you!” the monster called back and hugged tighter.

“Rua! Welcome!” Gadget Hauler cheered.

“We hope you like the city – we made it for you!” Celfon smiled, motioning to the city.

“I love it! You guys are so cool!” the human jumped from joy, clapping his hands together.

“Would you like to see more of it?” Scopen offered, wiggling his long arms.

“Of course! Let’s GO!”

“Thank you again Ancient Fairy,” Ruka smiled, looking up at the Dragon from her tea.

“It is my pleasure child,” the monster said back gently, her tail twisting around the blanket. “However, I feel a disturbance coming… I fear both worlds are in danger yet again.”

“Don’t worry! Anything that comes our way, we can handle it! And I promise, we’ll protect the Spirit World as well,” the girl gave a bright smile, making Ancient Fairy tilt her head sadly as she moved one of her long fingers to gently pat the human.

“You are so brave for one so young and small…” she whispered, getting the girl to blush. “I wish I could protect you, the same way you protect my world.”

“You do! When I’m dueling, I always feel confident because I know you’re there with me!”

“And I am always confident, knowing I have such a strong person watching over me and my kind,” the Dragon ruffled her hair a bit and let out a chuckle.

“WAHOO!” Crow called, first in the air as his other arm held tight to Silverwind’s back as the Blackwing flew through the sky.

“Is he terrified or joyous?” Armor Master asked, doing barrel rolls over the two.

Crow was smiling even as the wind brought him to tears. He had always wanted to fly, to feeling the wind on his face, and the closest he got to that was with his Blackbird bike. But this? This was the real deal and he’s never been happier.

“He seems happy,” Gale laughed, spinning around the human.

“How goes the saying? ‘Birds of a feather flock together?”’ Sirocco couldn’t help the grin as he followed behind, watching the ginger.

“Truly a brother. If not by blood or race, than by soul!” Silverwind called, slashing apart a tree and created a small whirlwind.

“This is the best thing ever!” Crow called, a bit scared of the power the monster held, but feeling safe. He wished the kids could be here too, feeling this. They would’ve loved it just as much as he does.

“Can we go another round? I get the feelin’ we’ll be leaving soon.”

“Of course! Hold on tight – this last one is going to be wild!”

“There, that should fix it!” Yusei smiled, getting up with a screwdriver in one hand as the other came to wipe the sweat off his forehead.

“What did you do?” Speed Warrior asked, looking at himself and then doing a few quick laps around the small circle of monsters.

“You had a few screw loses and unbolted bolts. You should be able to be move faster now and not worry about anything falling apart,” the human explained, smiling as the monsters all looked in awe at him.

“Can you help me next?” Junk Synchron asked, stepping closer. “My arm has been getting stuck in awkward angels.”

“Of course!” Yusei almost beamed. He loved fixing things, and he loved working on his Duel Runner. But actually fixing monsters? Now there was something you don’t get to do every day! And he’s going to make the best of it.

“Oh, me next, me next!”

“I could use some fixing up as well!”

“Everyone, please, gather in a line! Yusei, you don’t need to do it – you’re not here to-,”

“It’s fine, really! This is what I love doing, and if I can help you all in any way, I’m more than glad to do it!”

“More tea, my lady?” Night Rose Knight asked, giving a bow as he offered the cup.

“Why thank you,” she smiled, took the cup and gave the monster a small kiss on the cheek.

“You are all far to kind to me,” she added, seeing him blush a bit and set a hand where she had kissed him.

“It is the least we can do for you,” Violet Witch said, braiding her hair.

“Indeed, it is our pleasure to show you kindness. After all, we know of your pain,” Lord Poison spoke, his tone dropping a bit by the end.

“…I see… So, you know all of our histories?” Aki questioned, looking at her reflection in the tea with a slightly sad expression.

“We do. Monsters and duelists share a bond from the time they first began to duel. We all grow together, learn together and suffer together…”

“Then, you also know about my friends. And you also feel happiness together,” she gave a small smile, eyes closed.

“Ah, indeed we do. You have wonderful friends.”

“I know. Without them, I would probably still be lost, and you would all still be suffering.”

“Hmph, you call this a palace?” Jack frowned, sitting on Exploder Dragonwing’s back with his arms crossed.

“Tch, if you don’t like it, leave,” the monster grumbled, fighting the urge to drop the human into the molten lava.

“I guess it shall suffice,” the blonde shrugged, seeing the others were falling behind.

“Come now, you call yourself Demons? Martha could outrun you all!” he called at them, earning a few grumbles and mutters. Atlas in turn, smirked.

He had won a challenge given by the Archfiends themselves, and now they must obey him for as long as he remains here. Not their King just yet, but a Prince none the less. Doesn’t mean they’re really happy about it.

“Still like him?” Mad Archfiend asked, looking at the Twin Brothers.

“…Maybe a bit,” they answered, easily following the Fusion Monster.

“Tch, then you carry him!”

“You’re slowing down Dragonwing…”

“…Forgive me…”

“That’s more like it. Now, speed up. I want my tea.”

“Hahah! Yeah!” Rua yelled, feeling the drop to his bones as the carnival ride started. He was sitting in Gadget Hauler as it rode down the rails at top speed.

“This is way better than Duel Runners!” he poked his head out of the window, feeling his face get pushed back a bit by the wind, before ducking back inside.

“Ah, we have never experienced that before! This is as close as we can come to it!” the monster told him, before spotting Celfon speeding behind them.

“Hey, how about I try and learn? You’d get to try it then! A real one even!”

“Isn’t it dangerous?” Boomboxen asked, sitting atop the larger monster.

“Can’t be that bad. My friends do it all the time, and they basically taught themselves! If they can do it, so can I!”

“You sure sound confident for such a small boy.”

“Hehe, it’s one of my many traits!”

“How about for now, you just enjoy the rides? We can try more after.”

“Heck yeah! The more the merrier!”

“I do believe it is time,” Ancient Fairy spoke, looking at the sky as the sun started setting. “Much time has passed in your world. I hope no one was worried.”

“I don’t think we have anyone to worry about us,” Ruka said a bit sheepishly, rubbing the back of her head. “I mean, Ruka, Aki and me might have been missed by our classmates, but Yusei, Crow and Jack don’t… really… have anyone…” she trailed off, her smile dropping.

“They have you, and I am sure they appreciate that,” the dragon patted her head gently.

“I guess,” the girl looked up, feeling a bit better and gave a smile.

“Now then, I must send you all back. I do hope your friends enjoy the… other gift this shall bestow upon them,” Fairy spread her wings and five different blasts of sparkles flew.

“Oh, I’m sure they’ll love it!” Ruka slowly started to disappear, giving a final smile, before vanishing from the Spirit World, along with the rest of the team.

The six of them found themselves back under Daedalus Bridge, all slightly surprised by the dark around them, but quickly got over it.

“Ah man, that was so cool!” Crow sighed, hands behind his head.

“Yeah, wish it would have lasted a bit longer,” Yusei nodded, still having the feeling of holding a screwdriver in his hand.

“Hmph, maybe we could go back some day,” Jack tried to act like he didn’t care, but he’ll be damned if the Archfiends didn’t grow on him.

“Yeah, I had so much fun!” Rua was still grinning.

“I honestly enjoyed it very much. Thank you, Ruka,” Aki smiled and turned to the girl, who was smiling a bit… nervously?

“It’s not quite over yet,” she spoke and pointed to the left. Turning, the Signers all let out different sounds of surprise.

“Bet you thought you saw the last of us huh?” there they were, all of their monsters, as spirits, smirking or grinning or bowing or something but – they were there.

“WHAT?!” five out of six called, with Ruka giving a small chuckle.

“You’ll be able to see your duel monsters from now on!”

End! That’s it (or the start anyway) I hope you enjoyed and thanks for reading =D

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The Dragon in the Box (8 out of ?)

Sherlock watched The Doctor at the controls, the fact that he was unable to help irritating him to no end. "So, you're an alien?" The Doctor pulled a pair of glasses out of his pocket, his eyes not leaving the console.

"Don't recall telling you that, but yeah."

"Is that really how you look?" The Doctor pushed his glasses farther up on his nose, frowning slightly.

"Something wrong with that?" Sherlock edged his way closer to the console, looking over The Doctor's shoulder as he worked.

"No, you just look... Human..." The Doctor had just opened his mouth to speak when a sudden beep from the console caused him to stop. Sherlock cursed inwardly, he had been close to getting The Doctor to confess, he knew it!

"It's done, wanna see?" Sherlock nodded, moving to his side. The Doctor swung the monitor so both of them could see the display. Sherlock leaned closer to the blurry image and The Doctor smacked the side of the screen, causing it to become clear. Sherlock felt his blood turn to ice at the image. The Doctor seemed to notice the change immediately. "Recognize it?" "That's Saint Bart's hospital, about eight minutes from here by car." The Doctor nodded, tucking his glasses back into his suit. "Know anyone there?" Sherlock nodded. "Molly. Molly Hooper." "Well, according to this, we've got an hour to save her. Best get a move on." He grabbed his brown coat off one of the columns and slung it over himself. He seemed to be in the moment, he clearly dealt with things like this on a regular basis. Sherlock pulled his scarf around his neck and pulled open the doors, smiling slightly as he heard The Doctor lock the doors to the impossible machine. "Don't need anyone else sticking their noses in where they don't belong!" Sherlock hailed a cab and the two of them wasted no time strapping themselves in, discussing their plan in the backseat. "She's got an hour, any idea how he plans to kill her?" Sherlock stiffened. "He's not going to kill her." The Doctor smiled slightly. "That's true, but we need to figure out how he's trying to kill her in order to stop it." "Probably poison, something that doesn't take too long to kick in." His mind was racing, his thoughts resembling an overflowing toilet. He knew he had to focus on Molly, but he kept getting distracted by the fact that he was sitting next to an alien. He was so caught up in his thoughts in fact, that he didn't notice that they had pulled up at the hospital. The Doctor gave him a slight nudge. "We're here." Sherlock led the way through the dim building, expertly weaving through the maze of concrete. "Y'know, it's interesting that nobody's questioned us yet. It's not like we've presented passes or anything, but here we are!" Sherlock was grateful that The Doctor was trying to provide a distraction, and he was happy to play along for the moment. "Well, it's pretty early. Not many people who don't need to be here would be here this early. And besides, I don't think we've run into anyone who would stop us anyway." "Yeah, it has been eerily quiet, hasn't it?" Their footsteps and the air-conditioning had been the only sounds in the building, making it seem like a horror movie setup. Sherlock held the door for The Doctor before following him, being quick to notice that Molly wasn't present. "On her break?" Sherlock could feel his heartbeat slowly speeding up. Moriarty had said she wasn't dead, she had a little less than an hour left, but she was still alive!

She had to be.

"She must be." He was finding it hard to speak past the lump of guilt in his throat, it was his fault Molly was in danger. The Doctor seemed to pick up on this.

"It isn't your fault, I know that look. He's trying to get to you through people you care about, but you have to remember it's not your fault." Sherlock nodded, "Thanks." The Doctor smiled slightly, but Sherlock could tell it was forced. He directed his attention to the room, searching for anything that could be even remotely dangerous. "Is that a corpse?"

"Yes, that's a part of her job."

"Dealing with dead people?" Sherlock nodded and The Doctor shuddered, "Seen too many stiffs in my day. Though everyone dies I suppose..." Sherlock ducked under the table, looking for anything with a sharp edge. "How old are you exactly?" "Nine-Hundred-Four." Sherlock furrowed his brow but didn't say a word. That was one of the least crazy things he had heard all day, and none of The Doctor's body language indicated that he was lying. The Doctor suddenly let out a noise of frustration.

"What is it?" The Doctor tapped the sonic screwdriver, frowning as he did so. "It's not working, they've done something to deactivate it! They knew I'd try to figure it out the easy way! It' won't do a scan! Everything else seems fine, of course..." Sherlock watched him fiddle with the troublesome device for a moment more before he tucked it back into his pocket.

He ran his fingers through his hair, clearly thinking hard. "Alright, that's fine. It's just going to be a bit harder, that's all." He sounded like he was trying to convince himself of this, his eyes darting around, unable to pick something to focus on. Sherlock knew this feeling well, having been unsure of many cases in his lifetime. He snapped his focus back to the task at hand, where was the danger? Everything in the room seemed harmless, nothing out of order. The Doctor seemed to be under the same impression, double checking under the table. Sherlock paced over to the window, able to see the sun coming out. A slight cough from behind caused the detective to whirl around, and he heard a dull thud as The Doctor slammed his head into the table. "I-I'm sorry I just thought you were someone else..." Molly was standing behind him, a mug of tea in hand. The Doctor smiled at her, a real smile, not forced like earlier. "That's alright, Molly Hooper I presume?" Molly frowned. "How did you know my name?" Sherlock decided it was time for him to make his presence known. "That would be my doing. Hello Molly." "Hi, what're you doing here this early?" The Doctor opened his mouth to speak, but Sherlock shot him a glare. The Doctor seemed confused, but didn't say anything. "On a case." Molly seemed skeptical, her gaze drifting toward The Doctor. "Who's he?" Sherlock was going to introduce him, but The Doctor beat him to it. "I'm The Doctor, pleasure to meet you!" She didn't question his name, she seemed tired, much less chatty than usual. "Nice to meet you too." She stifled a yawn. "Sorry, I just-" "Took an extra shift, yes?" Molly smiled. "That'd be right." Molly was a good-hearted person, and if someone dropped a shift, she would certainly pick it up. "But why are you here? I mean, yeah you said you were on a case and all, but why here?" Sherlock's mind raced to try and come up with a good excuse. The Doctor raised an eyebrow and gestured to a clock hanging behind him. Sherlock felt his heart sink. She had ten minutes. He took a deep breath before deciding she deserved at least part of the truth. "Molly, something is going to happen, something bad. Someone is going to die and we're here trying to stop it." Molly visibly paled, clearly worried. The Doctor stepped toward her. "Listen. I know it seems scary but we're not going to let anything bad happen, alright?" She nodded weakly. "Yeah, I'll be fine." The Doctor gave her a reassuring smile. "That's the spirit." Sherlock's eyes darted around the room, where was the danger? The fact that he didn't know was killing him, and if he didn't figure out what was going to happen, killing wouldn't just be a metaphor. Molly set her mug down on the table, and The Doctor gave it a sideways glance. "Mind if I have some?" Sherlock frowned slightly, unsure as to where he was going with this. Molly nodded, tucking a few locks of hair behind her ear. "Sure, I don't think I'd be able to." The Doctor took a few sips. "Thanks, been awhile since I had a good cuppa tea." He suddenly pulled a face. "Blimey, what did you put in this?" She chuckled halfheartedly. "Lots of sugar, figured it'd keep me up." Sherlock watched the clock tick down to seconds, his worry growing by the minute. The Doctor seemed to be under the same impression. The Doctor suddenly clutched his middle with a slight groan. Sherlock's eyes grew wide as he realized what had happened. "Molly... Where'd you get the sugar?" Her answer was cut short by The Doctor trying to stand with little success. He made eye contact with the detective, and he looked like he was trying his best not to panic. He slowly managed to form words, his face turning slightly red as he spoke. "I've been poisoned."

The Doctor had known he was taking a gamble, but he didn't want Molly to get herself poisoned. Molly moved to his side and tried to support him as he slowly rose to his feet. His breathing was becoming labored, and he could feel his projection beginning to fail. He worked his sonic screwdriver out from his pocket and handed it to Molly. He took a deep breath before trying to speak again. "Molly, I need you to take what I just gave you and point it at every security camera in this room and near it, you got that?" Molly looked like she was about to argue, but Sherlock cut her off. "Do as he says." She nodded, and The Doctor smiled in spite of the situation. "You've got yourself a good friend there." Sherlock ignored him. "What can I do to help you!?" The Doctor winced as the poison coursed through his veins. "You catch on fast!" "Doctor, what do you need for an antidote!?" The Doctor took a few quick breaths, his chest heaving. "Something with ginger! Ginger-beer would be the best, but anything ginger-y will do the trick!" The Doctor waited until Sherlock had left the room before looking at his hands. He was going fuzzy around the edges, and he was on the verge of transforming. He closed his eyes, trying his best to maintain his disguise. He knew he couldn't keep it up for long, but that wasn't going to stop him from trying! Sherlock and Molly both burst back into the room at the same time, Sherlock holding a can of ginger ale. He wasted no time in handing The Doctor the can, which he downed half of before pouring the rest on himself. Molly shook her head in disbelief. "You're insane you are!" "That's true, but there isn't time for that!" Spluttered The Doctor, now doubled over in pain. "I need protein, something with protein!" Molly dashed out of the room again, Sherlock in hot pursuit. The Doctor staggered over to a table, bracing himself against it. This wasn't the first time he had been poisoned, but it still hurt like hell. Keeping the projection on was causing an extra strain, his head pounding like a drum. He took one last deep breath, letting his facade fall as he did so, leaving his scaled form completely exposed. He heard Sherlock burst into the room. "Doctor, Molly's getting a boiled egg she packed, will that wor-" He stopped mid-sentence, probably due to seeing what The Doctor had become. The Doctor slowly turned to face him, making sure to keep his head low, trying to appear smaller than he was. His ears lay flat against his head, burning with embarrassment. "Remember how I said I looked human? I might've lied..." Sherlock seemed to be in shock, his jaw completely slack as he looked at the creature in front of him. The Doctor was hit with another wave of pain and let out a yelp, his hind legs now giving out from under him. Sherlock remained speechless, watching The Doctor flail about. "Sherlock, listen. I can explain later, but right now, I need your help." That seemed to bring him back to the present. "O-Okay. What now?" The Doctor was suddenly struck with a worrying thought. "Can Molly deal with this?" Sherlock nodded without a second thought. "She's tougher than you think." The Doctor snarled again, and Sherlock took a step back. He couldn't blame him for being afraid, this wasn't how he imagined showing him, that was for sure. "Poison, sorry." He could hear Molly's footsteps approaching and he laid his ears flat against his head, bracing himself for her unavoidable scream. He could hear the muffled sound of Sherlock comforting her, but she didn't scream, to his relief. The Doctor slowly lifted his head, making eye contact with the girl. She was quite pale, her expression matching the one Sherlock had been wearing moments earlier. "He's still the same, right down to the fact that he's dying." The Doctor was hit with another wave of pain. "Alright, although this is touching and all and I am VERY SORRY that I hid from you. Now can we PLEASE address the fact that I AM DYING!?" That finally seemed to get their attention. Molly shakily held out a boiled egg, clearly afraid of him. The Doctor took it delicately in his teeth, fully aware of her fear. The second that she withdrew her hand, he snapped his head back and wolfed it down. The pain ceased for a moment, but The Doctor knew that it would only be a temporary break. "I need something salty, but not just salt." Molly nodded, color slowly returning to her cheeks. "I've got a salted granola bar, will that work?" The Doctor nodded vigorously. "Quickly though!" He could feel the pain returning, and it felt like his insides were melting. She unwrapped it and tossed it to him. He snatched it out of the air, finishing it in less than a second. The pain stopped for a moment, but then it doubled and intensified, sending streaks of fire throughout his being. He felt the air leaving his lungs, his vision growing blurry and his tongue lead in his mouth. "I need a shock, any kind of shock will do!" The Doctor tried to stagger forward, but his feet just slid out from under him. He squeezed his eyes shut tight, trying not to concentrate on the pain. Trying not to let panic get the best of him. His ears were ringing, and he was vaguely aware of someone shouting at him. Sherlock's voice cut through the noise of his thoughts. "Doctor, you need to open your mouth!" The Doctor obeyed without hesitation, though he didn't open his mouth to its full extent, knowing that would probably scare him. Something plastic was shoved into his mouth along with the order to bite it. He bit down hard, and sparks exploded in his head. His eyes flew open as well as his jaws, a foul-smelling smoke billowing out from between them. Molly and Sherlock were standing flat against the wall, their eyes not leaving him for a second. He coughed a couple times before turning to address the pair of terrified humans. "I think..." He rose to his feet and stretched his legs slightly. He grinned lopsidedly, but stopped short when he saw the expressions of the others drop at seeing his teeth. "I'm gonna be okay!" He took a couple of shaky breaths. That had been TOO close. Last time he had been poisoned he had managed to perform a detox pretty quickly, but this was the longest he had ever had it in his system "Pretty sure that was some form of cyanide." More black smoke curled from his mouth and he winced. "Potassium Cyanide. Looks exactly like sugar. It would be easy enough to switch the sugar with a few packets of the stuff. And she said she spiked it with sugar to stay awake, that's a huge dose of poison." The Doctor growled slightly, the smoke from his mouth now collecting on the ceiling. "I owe you both a huge thank you, along with an explanation." He then looked down, seeing the remains of what used to be a wire, now bitten in half. "And a new wire." Sherlock's expression darkened. "An explanation would be in order." Molly nodded her agreement. The Doctor was quick to notice that she seemed to be more frightened of him than Sherlock was. "Well, as you both now know, I'm not a human. I'm a Timelord from the planet Gallifrey. I shouldn't even be here, but a crash-landing dragged me into this universe so here I am. As far as differences go, I've got two hearts, and a lower body temperature. I'm a quadruped-draconian species, please don't call me a dragon. My spaceship is currently disguised as a blue police box and my human shape is a projection that I use to avoid causing mass panic every time I land. Does that cover everything?" Sherlock stared at him blankly, processing the huge amount of information. "Everything except for the fact that the box is bigger on the inside." "Right! Forgot about that." Molly was the first to step closer to him, though her hands were shaking. "You're an alien?" The Doctor nodded. "Do you need to sit down? I've had people pass out before, and I sincerely hope you don't." She shook her head. "I'll be fine." "Molly, look at me." She stared into his brown orbs, her hands clasped behind her back to try and stop them from shaking. "I'm less likely to bite you looking like this then when I look human." She gave him a shaky smile, he was making progress. "You didn't miss any cameras, did you?" "No, they all sparked out when I pointed your..." "Sonic screwdriver." Sherlock cut in. "Though I don't think that screwdrivers on Earth can cause cameras to turn off." "Well, that's why I put emphasis on the SONIC!" The Doctor chanced a step forward, seeing if they would step back out of fear. Neither of them moved an inch, though Sherlock did flinch. "It can do quite a lot of things! Open doors, turn things on and off, good for hacking..." The Doctor started pacing, trying his best to keep his tail still. "I need a couple of minutes to let my projection cool down, that was quite the strain keeping it on like that, but I didn't want to scare anyone. This wasn't how I imagined showing you, believe me." "Did you really intend to show us? Or did you only drop the disguise because of circumstances?" The Doctor stopped short. He sighed and turned back toward the man. "Probably not..." He confessed, feeling a little sheepish. "Don't take it personally, this just isn't something I can show people without having a certain amount of trust involved." Sherlock nodded mutely, clearly thinking the whole thing over. He supposed it did sound mad, as this wasn't exactly normal so-to-speak. "Sorry for lying..." Molly smiled slightly. "That's alright." He lifted his head, being careful not to smile, knowing that would scare her. "Thanks!" She shuffled her feet, now examining the ground. "Yeah, well, I can see why you'd try to hide it." He took a few steps closer, ignoring a warning stare from Sherlock. "I'm not going to hurt anyone, I promise." Sherlock seemed to want him to back off, but he wanted to make sure she didn't see him as a threat. She stopped looking at the ground, now face to face with him. She stifled a gasp, and he honestly couldn't blame her for being scared. But what she said surprised him. "I believe you." He smiled slightly, but not enough to reveal his fangs. She shakily rose her hand and put it on the side of his head, running her fingers against the furred ruff, mirrored on his projection through sideburns. "You're-You're real..." He pressed a little closer, leaning toward her almost like an affectionate cat. "Of course I am, why wouldn't I be?" Sherlock suddenly cleared his throat. "I hate to interrupt your little moment, but the next clue is most likely near the sugar. We've already wasted some precious time." The Doctor broke away from Molly. "You're right, sorry about that." Molly ducked, narrowly missing a smack from his tail when he whirled around. "Sorry..." He mumbled. "It's fine, just don't knock anything over." "On that note, I should try out my projection again, it's had plenty of time." He closed his eyes and concentrated, feeling his quadruped form disappear to reveal a much slimmer humanoid in pinstripes. "There we go! Good as new! See!" He breezed past the pair of them, completely oblivious to their discomfort. "Where's the sugar?"

John watched the madman conversing with the metal creature, the anxious feeling in his gut growing by the second. Donna had remained uncharacteristically quiet, though he assumed she was listening to the conversation as he was. They had been discussing potassium cyanide for the past couple minutes, and John was feeling physically sick. He strained his ears, trying his best to make out what words were being spoken. "Should we check on them? See if our... Surprise has been located?" John didn't like the way Moriarty said 'surprise'. Something told him that it wouldn't be a good surprise. "YES. I WILL FIND THE SECURITY FOOTAGE." That was what Donna had referred to as a 'Dalek', something straight off the science-fiction channel. She had tried to explain to him what it was, but it all sounded crazy. Her worry did seem genuine, and her fear, though hidden well, was still present. The pair of killers sauntered into the room, though the Dalek didn't really have more than one form of movement. "I figured you two might want to see this, or at least John." A screen flickered to life in front of the Dalek, and John could clearly make out what appeared to be the interior of Saint Bart's hospital. Everything in the room was still, and John frowned slightly. Where was everyone? His question was answered when Molly burst into the room, looking around as if searching for something. Moriarty turned to the Dalek. "Can we get sound?" The video froze for a moment, but when it resumed, a sound was present in the background. She pulled out an odd device with a blue light on the end and started to fiddle with it, muttering under her breath as she did. "Button, button, there's got to be a button here somewhere-" Her ramble was interrupted by the device making a sudden noise. Donna tensed up when she heard it, and John could've sworn he heard her whisper 'Yes!' Molly took the rod and pointed it at the camera, causing the video feed to come to an abrupt end. Moriarty looked intrigued, peering at the holographic display closely. "ATTEMPTING TO RECONNECT TO A CAMERA." The image turned to static before it changed, viewing the room from a different corner. Molly approached it again, pointing the device with a bit more confidence. "Don't see what getting poisoned has to do with security cameras. The Doctor better know how to fix these..." The camera blinked out again, and the display vanished. The Dalek turned its eyestalk to Donna, getting uncomfortably close to them. "WHY DON'T YOU FEAR FOR HIS LIFE?" It demanded, the bright light causing John to squint. Moriarty removed her gag, and she did something that seemed to come from nowhere. She laughed, though not nervously. A real, heartfelt laugh. John furrowed his brow, unsure as to why she was so happy. They had just poisoned her best friend, but she was having a right riot. "You can't honestly believe that you've killed him that easily, can you?" Seeing the slightly confused expression of the killer, she grinned broadly. "Oh my God you do! You really think he's dead! Well, I've got news for you, he has a VERY long history of evading poisons!" The Dalek rolled back an inch, and Donna jumped on the opportunity. "He's not dead, and you know it! You better be scared!" The Dalek regained its ground, the eyestalk less than an inch from her face. "DALEKS DO NOT FEEL FEAR!" Donna didn't even flinch, continuing to taunt the creature. "That's foolish. That's just daft of you, you know why?" She gave it a moment to answer before continuing. "Because, DALEK, he's going to recover. He's going to be fine and he's going to solve your little puzzle, and then? Then he's going to rescue me, and you REALLY don't want to mess with him. I've seen whole armies turn and run when he stepped in their path, and you had better do the same!" John couldn't help but smile in spite of the situation, that was an impressive speech about The Doctor. Moriarty looked expectantly at her. "That's it? Honestly, Donna, I expected more from you." Her triumphant grin slowly faltered. "What do you mean?" Moriarty started to pace. "Just WAITING to be rescued?! No offense, but your so-called rescuer doesn't seem too cut out for the job." Donna shook her head. "Believe me when I say he's tougher than he seems, he'll find me, you'll see." John closed his eyes, wanting to believe that what she said was true. He didn't care how he was rescued, but he hoped it would be sooner rather than later. Where are you, Sherlock Holmes?

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