Nothing was right. Here I was, Mrs. Doctor, and yet my husband still knew nothing of me. He did not know where I came from, what happened, nor what brought me here. I thought I felt guilty before, but that was nothing compared to now.

I had to deny being intimate with the Doctor for the pure reason of being afraid to set something on fire, or worse, burn him. Married people slept in the same room, on the same bed. Nope, not us, something which I'm sure the Doctor would speak with me today about.

I locked the door last night, so he couldn't come in. That was a horrible thing to do, I'm a horrible person.

I had to tell him, soon. I would tell him, I swear, at some point.

My lips pulled into a frown as I gazed at my reflection sadly. Same flight jacket, same cargo pants, same boots, even the damn same tank top. But it didn't feel right, it felt like Effie Quill, someone who didn't exist.

With the recent visions and nightmares of my past, keeping up the Ravager Space-human alias of Effie Quill was getting harder by the day. Persephone Surturson was practically oozing from my skin, the Goddess in me begging to be released.

The Goddess who fought side-by-side with the Guardians, the Goddess of Fire. Groaning in irritation, I harshly yanked the flight jacket off my shoulders throwing it in the corner.

I sniffled, falling back on my bed resting the palms of my hands against my face.

"What am I supposed to do?" I asked out loud knowing no one was listening.

Except I was wrong, someone was listening. The TARDIS whirred throughout my room, almost like she was comforting me. Breathing out, I sat up, pulling my tank top over my head. The force caused my boobs to bounce a bit, one actually popping out of my bra.

Huffing in frustration, I shoved the boob right back in, before pulling off my boots and cargo pants. Standing in my undergarments, my hands pulled the closet doors open.

It was time for a change in attire. Without much thought, I gripped a black shirt with a huge bell printed on it, the words 'Hells Bells' and 'AC/DC' running over the top and bottom. Deciding it looked good enough I left it on, picking a pair of jeans fastening those with a belt.

Last but not least came a pair of Amy's converse that she had given me in the hope that I would wear them. At the time, I told her 'never in a million years', but it looks like times change. I didn't even both looking at my reflection, knowing I was dressed more human than Space-girl.

I scowled seeing as my hair was already growing, the roots a very noticeable light brown color in comparison to the other black strands. Seriously, how was it possible that it was already an inch longer within a four week period? It made zero sense.

Giving up, I trotted down the hall to the console room while pulling my hair up. When I got to the console room, Amy was leaning her head on Rory's shoulder as they both read individual books of their own.

The Doctor stood in between two screens on the TARDIS looking stressed out. In the background, classical music played softly, but what struck me as off was the Doctor not humming along to it like he always would.

Instead, he continued studying the screens, a nervous look on his face. Shrugging, I decided to be snoopy, quietly sneaking behind the Doctor in order to get a look at what was on his screens.

I nearly gasped out loud at what I saw. On one screen, the screen which he was looking at the most was a skeleton, the abdomen area of said skeleton switching back and forth between the colors red and blue. In the corner, the words; positive and negative, also switched between each other.

Above the skeleton was Amelia's name and the words; pregnancy test. My hand flew to cover my agape mouth, why was the test not working. It wouldn't give a direct answer, simply switching back and forth between positive and negative. What did that mean?

Silently, I diverted my attention to the other screen, scowling at what I saw.
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FULL NAME: EFFIE QUILL
SPECIES: UNKNOWN
ILLNESSES: UNKNOWN
SPOUSE: THE DOCTOR
OTHER: UNKNOWN

The Doctor was running a full body test on me, the TARDIS had no doubt been scanning me for who knows how long at this point. When was that picture even taken? It had to be when I first started traveling based on my appearance.

I was simply lucky the TARDIS was on my side as it was flat out refusing to give the Doctor information.

The Doctor turning to look at the screen with me on it, growled in frustration. "Yeah, sure dear..." I knew he was talking to the TARDIS, Amy and Rory both looking at him with raised brows. "Give me no information on my own wife."

Amy giggled at that, the Doctor switching both screens off. Padding my way back to the hall, I hid behind the wall eavesdropping on their conversation. Okay, I'll admit, I was more than just a bit snoopy.

"TARDIS won't tell you anything about Effie?" Amy asked the Doctor, who shook his head.

"Nope, it's so frustrating. When I scan her, everything little detail should be coming up about her, but all I get is unknown's on everything. I mean even her species is unknown, she is human, so I don't understand why it's coming up as unknown. The TARDIS is purposely doing this." The Doctor explained, frustration leaking through his tone.

"Maybe she's lying about being human," Both Amy and the Doctor turned to Rory wide-eyed, myself feeling like I was about to faint. "I mean just an idea, pretty long shot of an idea too, but I mean all you have is her word that she's human, right? What if it's not that she's hiding something from you, but that she's flat-out lying to you." I wanted to punch Rory then and there.

Thank you, Mr. Williams, for effectively giving my husband the biggest clue of all.

The Doctor's eyes brightened with this idea, his mind no doubt spinning a million miles per second. I could practically see the different theories running through his brilliant mind.

"That..." The Doctor began pacing, running his hands through his hair. "Actually makes a lot of sense. As far as I can tell, River knows Effie's secret, not to mention she always seems so detached when she talks about her mother dying like she never even knew the woman. Maybe she's some sort of hybrid, a cross-breed, hell, maybe she's from Xandar and she's ashamed. Bloody hell, I don't know who my wife is!" The Doctor cried out, Amy moving to pat his shoulder sympathetically.

"Perhaps you should take it slow for now, raggedy man. Keep scanning her, see if you can find out that way. And in the meantime, actually ask her to move into your bedroom, you're a married couple for Pete's sake!" The Doctor's shoulders sagged as he nodded his head.

"I know, I didn't realize she thought I wanted personal space," I cringed at his words, realizing that was the excuse I used. "Do I really give off that strong of a vibe that my own wife believes I don't want to share a bedroom with her?" Amy only shrugged, holding his hand in a comforting manner.

"Sometimes," She admitted making him sigh sadly, and myself feel guilty. I wasn't sure how much more guilt I could take. "But just tell her you don't want personal space like that, simple really."

Rory perked up from his spot, moving to stand next to Amy and the Doctor. "Yeah, you're married, after all." He added, making the Doctor smile slightly.

However, before he could reply a TARDIS alarm suddenly went off, the TARDIS shaking throwing all of us around. Amy screamed as she was tossed into the railing, Rory landing right on top of her.

Amy groaned, glaring at Rory as she shoved him off. "Get your fat arse off me." The Doctor was hanging onto the control panel, trying to turn a few knobs.

"Lost control of the engines, the TARDIS is flying herself!" He yelled out, giving up on trying to pilot the spacecraft with a mind of its own. "Ooh, she's taking us somewhere, that's always interesting." He chuckled like a madman, myself stumbling out of the hall pretending like I hadn't been eavesdropping.

"What is happening!" I screeched, earning their attention, as I clutched the banister of the stairs leading to where the Doctor, Rory, and Amy were at the control panel.

The Doctor's eyes widened in surprise, his gaze traveling down my body. "Change in attire, love? Suits you rather well, though I do admit that I miss the flight jacket. TARDIS has a mind of her own, and she isn't particularly fond of giving us a smooth ride. Ponds, my love, hold on tight!" The three of us screamed in panic, the Doctor being the only one laughing as the TARDIS began doing loops and flips.

"We're going to die!" I cried in panic, holding onto the banister refusing to let go.

The TARDIS shuttered, the Doctor looking over at me with a gleam in his eye. "No we're not, I wish I was over there to comfort you, but I really don't think it'd be wise to try and move while we're flipping." I glared at the Doctor, who was now sitting on the ground as he held onto the control panel.

Amy yelped as she went tumbling toward the steps, the Doctor grabbing her ankle before she could be pushed down the steps.

"I fucking hate you sometimes, raggedy man!" Amy flipped the Doctor off, the Doctor gasping as if her crude language offended him.

"I second that!" I agreed with Amy, earning a sound of protest from said alien.

"EFFIE, AMY!" The Doctor scowled, Rory, hugging the control panel with his life.

"I think I'm gonna be sick!" Rory commented, gagging slightly.

"Not in my console room!" The Doctor yelled back, the TARDIS giving one last flip before everything stopped returning back to normal.

We had landed.

As soon as there was no more shaking, I quite literally jumped to a standing position, eyes moving around wildly. To my left, the Doctor was beginning to stand up as well, Amy and Rory moving quite a bit slower.

How do you explain it when something felt off, but it also felt right. Like where you were was somewhere unfamiliar and yet you still had something tugging you toward it. Giving the stumbling Doctor one last look, my feet carried me to the TARDIS doors.

Something was outside.

"Effie, wait-" I ignored my Timelord's orders, yanking the TARDIS doors open.

It was bright outside, myself being momentarily blinded by what I could assume to be as some sort of sun. The purblind rays faded away allowing my gaze to come to rest on a huge makeshift facility.

Walls made of plastic sheets were used as hallways to what I could see was human scientists wandering through at a fast rate. The makeshift plastic facility was centered around a short building no more than two stories high, they were building around something which was located in the center of that building.

I could sense it. Whatever it was they built around, it reeked of power thrumming through the very dirt around my feet. It was apparent that wherever we were wasn't the usual country we were in while on Earth. No, this place was some sort of desert.

It was odd, what on Earth could be so powerful that it was pulling me to this object located in the desert. Better yet, what could possibly make me feel this sort of pull toward it.

My heart pounded, face twisting into one horror as realization dawned on me. Only a certain type of object, a special type of object had the ability to pull me toward it.

An object of either Muspelheim or Asgard. Because one parent was from Muspelheim and the other from Asgard, my brother and I were naturally pulled toward objects from either realm.

Which realm was this object of though? Asgard or Muspelheim?

Each scenario was a bad situation, based on the power radiating from the said object, this was most likely a powerful weapon of sorts. A weapon neither realm wanted to lose, meaning someone was definitely looking for it. And trust me when I say whichever realms this was from was not far behind.

I was at a loss for what to do. Asgard or Muspelheim, a run-in with someone from either was dangerous. I'd be recognized instantly if it was someone coming from Muspelheim, an Asgardian may take longer, but they would still recognize me.

Maybe the Doctor would leave? I wanted to bark with laughter at that thought, of course, he wouldn't leave! When did the Doctor ever leave until he was sure it was all right.

I doubted he'd be able to feel the power of the object himself, but his sonic would pick up the waves. My attention to the waves caused me to fail to notice that every single person at the facility was staring at me.

"Hands where I can see them, right now!" My eyes diverted from the center building to the men dress in all black with huge guns in their grasp. "Hands up!" Their accents were American, and each and everyone had their guns aimed at me.

"EFFIE!" The Doctor slid out of the TARDIS, his eyes going huge as he took in everything around him.

The Doctor's eyes scanned the facility, gaze flashing with what I could tell to be different theories. Amy and Rory came next, both with their hands up the doors closing behind them.

"Why does this always happen when we come to America?" Rory asked, his hands high as Amy scoffed.

"Oi, it's kind of exciting." Amy acknowledged, Rory only shaking his head while tutting at her in disdain.

"Not for me!"

The Doctor protectively stood in front of us, his body mainly blocking out me. My heart skipped a beat at his care, always so caring. The Doctor not listening to them as they ordered our hands up, only taking out his sonic scanning the area.

For the first time, I held my hands up not in need of getting shot even if it wouldn't exactly kill me.

"Sir, put your hands where I can see them now!" One of the men with guns barked, cocking the machine gun for extra meaning.

The Doctor gave the American a long look, face pulling into a smirk before he read whatever it was his sonic told him. Just as I predicted his eyes went huge, mouth falling open as he read how much power whatever object was in the center of the short makeshift building was giving off.

"Whatever object you people are building around has an immense amount of power, power which is extremely volatile and dangerous." The Doctor slowly stated, putting his sonic away. "Trust me when I say, I need to see whatever is in that building." His British accent rang thick, the four of us sticking out like sore thumbs in the mix with these American accents. "And might I ask what year is this?"

One of the younger looking soldiers seemed dumbfounded, staring at the TARDIS. "Um..." He stuttered, eyes never wavering from the TARDIS. "May 3, 2011." The leading soldier who was yelling at the Doctor to put his hands up whirled around to face the younger soldier.

"Okay, so, present time for you two." The Doctor motioned to the Ponds. "Six years before your time." He waved at me.

The soldier physically looked around my age, nineteen or twenty. He cringed at the look his commander was throwing him. "Do not interact with the enemy, Wagner!"

"Sorry." The younger soldier replied, all of them pointing their guns at us still.

The Doctor, scoffing fixing his bowtie. "I'd hardly call us enemies." The commander ignored the Doctor's comment, pulling out a walkie-talkie.

"We have a group of four Brits here, possible terrorists or extra-terrestrial life forms. Some big blue box sort of just appeared and they stepped up. We may need Hawkeye-" The commander was cut off, by another male American voice.

A male appearing to be in his late forties wearing a nice suit and dark glasses stepped through the threshold of guns. His hair was turning a grey, but the majority still remained brown. The important looking man held a phone to his ear, and slowly, he took off his glasses.

The Doctor shifted excitedly leaning down so his mouth was in line with my ear. "It's about to get exciting, I can feel it." I laughed to myself as he rubbed his hands together.

"Yeah, he left last night." The man held a smirk as he looked between the four of us. "But, someone just arrived, someone who'll be able to help." The soldiers all delivered questioning looks toward him.

"Who?" He chuckled into the phone, myself wondering who he could possibly be on the phone with. "Well, Fury, to tell you the truth, it's the Doctor."

The Doctor and I exchanged a glance, the Doctor shrugging at the questioning look I delivered.

"Yep, see you soon." The man hung up the phone, his full regard now directed toward us. "Men, arms down!" Upon his authority, every single weapon was put down, the soldiers beginning to move away.

The Doctor laughed in glee, eyes full of curiosity as we gazed at the man.

"Sorry about the unfriendly welcome, you'd think these men would be a little more appreciative to the one who drove the Silence out." My eyes lit up as I remembered the Doctor telling me how he, Amy, Rory, and River took a long visit to 1960's America a few months prior.

Apparently, there was some huge alien invasion called the silence that he drove out. Though, it did require him to spend over three months held captive in area 51.

The Doctor crosses his arms, waving it off. "Not a problem, though I am quite concerned as to what you're building around."

"That's kind of the problem, Doctor." The man motioned us to follow, myself staying quiet as I listened intently on what he had to say. "We don't exactly know what it is. However, all our sources are indicating major power. Appeared a few days back with a lightning storm. The storm was short, no more than three minutes." The Doctor made a noise of recognition, all of us darting into one of the plastic covered hallways.

"Anything else appear with this storm?" Amy, Rory, and I sort of just followed the two quietly.

I had no intention of saying anything in this. It was dangerous for me to be this close to a relic from one of these realms, the quicker we left the better. And yet, the closer we got to the room which was holding the weapon, the more I felt the tug.

The tug which almost made me miss my home planet, which in turn made me despise it all the more.

"A man." He answered the Doctor, making the Doctor's eyebrows shoot up in surprise.

"A man?" The Doctor hesitantly questioned, with slight disbelief.

"Yep, a man. We're not sure where he came from, all we know is he was hit by someone's car during the storm and now he's staying with them, in fact, he broke in last night trying to get the object." He paused for a moment, the Doctor motioning him to go on as they walked side-by-side. "You see, the object, it's stuck in a stone of sorts. Nothing's been able to get it out, we thought maybe because the man appeared with the storm he'd be able to pull out. No such luck, he just ended up being crazy." The Doctor chuckled at that.

His eyes flashed in amusement, as he glanced at the agent dude. "All the best people are, though I'd put money on it that he's not crazy. Simply..." The Doctor scratched his head. "Not from around here as you might put it."

The agent looked weary as that, looking the Doctor up and down. "Not from around here as in like your type of not from around here?" We all knew he was referring to the Doctor's alien nature.

With a giddy laugh, he nodded. "Yep, not my species, of course. But if what I'm thinking is correct, then a very close cousin of mine as you may put it."

Yep, the Doctor was totally thinking Asgardian. No wonder he was so excited, the one race that was so very close to him, and also the race that banned him from stepping foot on their realms. Well, all the realms minus Midgard (Earth).

"Hold up," Amy finally had enough of being left out of the conversation, causing both the Timelord and agent to look at her. "Who the hell are you?" Her Scottish accent rang thick.

The Doctor quirked a brow of amusement, the agent smiling.

"Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Phil Coulson, one of the head field agents for the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division. But that's a mouth-full, so people usually just refer to us as S.H.I.E.L.D." Amy's mouth dropped open, the Doctor full-on grinning with joy, and Rory in the back freaking out.

"Wait, so this is S.H.I.E.L.D! Like actually, actually!" Rory blabbered, while Amy continuously swatted his shoulder in excitement.

"Ha!" The Doctor howled. "Yes, you three, this is actually, S.H.I.E.L.D!" He exclaimed, turning around and resting his arms across us all three of our shoulders before pulling away, standing next to Coulson.

"And here we are," Coulson pulled back a sheet, revealing a bunch of different people in white lab coats bustling around. "The object that's been stressing my scientist out for the past few days."

My world came to a complete stand-still as I gazed the object. This was not from Muspelheim, and yet it was one of the most dangerous weapons to ever be seen on Asgard. Though, this weapon was usually kept with one God in particular.

The weapon Mjolnir, a hammer-like object that was capable of leveling mountains stood stuck inside the rock. Mjolnir could only be wielded by one God, that God is a particularly powerful one.

Thor.

This was Thor's hammer, how the hell did Thor's hammer end up on Earth? The last time I saw Thor was when I was nearing three-hundred (thirteen) and all the realms had a meeting. The meeting had been held on Muspelheim where my brother and I met the Odin, the King of Asgard's two children.

Even then, Mjolnir never parted with him. If Mjolnir was here, Thor was definitely not far away. Everything suddenly came spiraling down as Coulson's previous words dawned on me.

'It appeared in a storm along with a man.'

Thor was here, on Earth, right this very minute.

'The man broke in last night trying to get to the object. Couldn't pull it out.'

I was confused with that, this was Thor's hammer. This was Mjolnir, Thor should have been able to pull it out. Unless.... unless he was banished. I had to get to Thor now, without the Doctor or anyone else.

The Doctor froze on the spot, luckily drawing the attention away from my no doubt panic-struck face to him. He swallowed, bringing out his sonic screwdriver circling the hammer. Agent Coulson waited patiently, hands folded behind his back.

Amy saw the Doctor's look, stepping forward as she too tried to find anything wrong with it. "It looks like a huge hammer? What's the issue?" She asked, myself willing my face to look calm.

The Doctor was at a loss for words, obviously not knowing how to tell her what they were staring at. For the first time, I spoke up.

"The problem is, this isn't a hammer. It's a weapon from Asgard, an extremely powerful and deadly weapon. Thor's hammer to be exact." Amy and Rory spluttered, Coulson looking alarmed, while the Doctor only gave me a look of confusion and slight suspicion.

"How do you know that?" My husband walked up to me, so we were chest to chest.

He leaned down, placing his forehead against mine looking intensely into my eyes. I shrugged playing it off cool.

"Told you a while back, at the Byzantium. I loved Norse mythology as a kid, practically the only thing I learned." With the intensity of the situation, the Doctor didn't have to time to make sure I was telling the truth, simply nodded before turning back to the hammer.

"This, this is a Pagan God's weapon!" Coulson asked in disbelief, the Doctor continuing to scan it.

"Yep." The Doctor stated, looking back to Coulson. "You see, I've never actually met Thor, wish I have, but I haven't. I'm outlawed on Asgard and all the other realms except here, but I do know enough to know that if Thor's hammer is here, then he is not far behind." It occurred to me that the Doctor didn't yet realize the man Coulson was talking about was most likely Thor.

Oh well, that worked well in my favor.

The Doctor leaped around excitedly, joining the scientists over by the computers speaking with them about what they've discovered so far. This was probably one of the Doctor's dreams, actually getting to meet a species that's alike to the Timelord's in so many ways.

It was a shame he didn't realize he was married to the exact same species that are so close to the Timelords. Amy hopped around with the Doctor, speaking mainly on how she read a little bit about Norse mythology when she was younger.

Rory, of course, was trailing after her shaking his head while I just stood in the corner.

"You're looking a little pale..." I jumped spinning to see, agent Coulson standing there with a friendly smile.

It took me a minute before I understood he didn't know my name. "Effie." I smiled, shaking his hand. "Effie Quill."

"Nice to meet you, Effie Quill." I smiled, deciding it was now or never if I ever wanted to try and find Thor.

He couldn't be far, probably in the nearest town. "Are there any nearby towns?" I questioned randomly, Phil Coulson raising a brow as he placed his hands in his pocket.

"Puente Antiguo, small town, less than a ten-minute drive." This was my chance. "Why?"

"I was thinking that maybe I should go interview the locals, make sure there's not any more weapons," I added with a believable laugh. "I mean, I'm not very good with techie stuff like he is," I pointed to the Doctor who was typing something on one of the computers. "So I figured might as well look around, right?" Coulson looked to be debating it for a second before nodding in agreement.

"Sounds smart, I'll have two of my agents accompany you. It's a pretty small town, two hours enough time?" He asked, making me give him a thumbs up, walking over to the Doctor.

"Hey," I tapped his back, bouncing on the converse deciding that I officially hated what I was wearing. Never again.

The Doctor spun around from his work on the computer, eyes widening at our close proximity.

"Oh, hello!" He cheered as I smiled.

"I'm going to go interview the locals, make sure there are no more weapons." The Doctor's eyes brightened at that.

"Oh, perfect, we can go together!" He turned to tell Amy and Rory before I leaped grabbing the lapels of his jacket.

"No!" I cried out, the Doctor turning to me with huge eyes of confusion and slight hurt making me wince. Great going, Effie. "Sorry, it's just that they need you here. You know, in case something happens with that," I pointed at Thor's hammer, the hurt look quickly leaving the Doctor's face.

"You're right! In which case, Amy, Rory and I will stay here, don't be too long, love!" He kissed my nose tenderly before turning back to the computer.

"I won't." I was glad the Doctor wasn't looking at me because he would have caught onto the phony smile right then and there.

I was not ready to see Thor Odinson, at all. Looking at Coulson who was waving me over where he stood next to two agents dressed up in a suit like him, I walked over. Here goes nothing.

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THIRD
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The Doctor stood scanning Mjolnir, his brows furrowed in confusion. The Timelord was aggravated that there was still no sign of Thor, he was ready to personally speak with the prince and demand an answer as to why he was not allowed to step foot on Asgard.

The Doctor didn't understand what he ever did to the empire that was so much like Gallifrey, not only that but he was hurt by it. At one point in time, Gallifrey and Asgard were like brother's, untouchable and inseparable. Now that the Doctor is the last of his kind, they suddenly turn cold.

The Doctor was happy the TARDIS had taken him to such an opportunity, after all, when was he ever going to get this close to Odin than his own son. Turning his head, he spotted Amy and Rory speaking with a few agents happily.

His worry increased for Amy daily, he firmly believed she was pregnant and something happened. He wasn't sure how, but he knew someone did something to her, he just wasn't sure what quite yet.

His Amelia Pond was pregnant and she didn't even know it. The Doctor secretly hoped that after he found out what was wrong, Rory and she would stay aboard the TARDIS with their baby. A baby would shake things up a bit, plus he could be an uncle!

In his mind, he'd be the best uncle out there! Him and his darling Effie, they'd make the best aunt and uncle to the little Pond. One big happy family.

That's what the Doctor wanted back most. A family, his family was lost with Gallifrey, but now he finally had the chance after all these years to have another family. Sure, the Doctor wasn't the usual sort of domestic as he was always running around, but he did have his wants in life.

Effie Quill came in the form of that want. She came into his life alike to fire, and she lit him up. After Rose, he didn't think he'd be able to love again, let alone love someone more than he loved his Rose.

But sure enough, Effie Quill did just that. Just the thought of his more than lovely wife would make his hearts speed up, his throat go dry, and his palms turn sweaty. Everything about her drove him absolutely mad, the way she always smelled like burning ember, or how she'd bite her lip when she was anxious, or even the way she would randomly start singing to herself when she thought no one was listening.

She was his dream.

Of course, his heart sank when he thought about she was purposely hiding something from him. It made him all the more upset when he couldn't figure it out. He was almost a thousand years old and he couldn't even figure what it was his own wife was hiding!

Although, he was more confused as to why. The Doctor could never judge her, she owned his hearts, one look from her and he was at her beck and call. He could tell she was scared to tell him, and every day he wanted to tell her, scream at her that she could trust him. That he wouldn't judge and he would help her.

Even the TARDIS knew what was going on with her, after all, the TARDIS had hidden any information surrounding her. He wanted to cuss the old machine out for making everything that popped up on his wife unknown.

God, he didn't even know her birthday. He didn't know his own wife's birthday, how horrible was that. What kind of husband did that make him? Sure, she didn't know his birthday, but that's only because he couldn't remember when his own birthday was.

He thought that maybe it was September or was it March? He couldn't remember.

The Doctor had no clue just how much she was hiding from him. He had no clue that he didn't even use his wife's real name at the wedding. Though, to be fair, she didn't exactly know his name either.

The Doctor loved his new wife with all his being, she was his everything now. He already lost Rose Tyler and he would definitely not lose Effie Quill too. It was because of Rose Tyler that the Doctor was a bit over-protective of Effie, but she didn't seem to mind and he was glad because he didn't believe he could stop being so over-protective of her.

He suddenly stopped typing on the computer, fist clenching when he realized he forgot to talk to her about moving to his room. That was one thing he couldn't stand, she was his wife and she thought he didn't want to share a room with her.

With as much as he snuck into her room just to cuddle her how could she think he didn't want her with him? The thought of finally sharing a bed with Effie made his insides tingle with desire and a heated spark within.

It had been a long while since he had done 'that'. Gosh, he hadn't even gotten that far with Rose, the last time he went that far had to be over two-hundred years prior. A long time to wait, even for a Timelord.

Yes, he may have been awkward and quirky, but he was still a man. Right now, at least.

What many didn't understand was the Timelord reproduction biology. As Amy Pond would put it, Timelord's were a bunch of horny kinky bastards. The Doctor couldn't even count the times he would stare off into space, day-dreaming about how he wanted to bend his poor Goddess over the console and take her then and there, hard and fast.

Let alone the times he thought about putting her over his knee and showing her bottom who was boss.

The Doctor was always disgusted with his own thoughts. Completely and utterly disgusted with himself.

No one expected it from the Doctor, the Timelord who always kept it PG. The guy barely even cussed. But god, just thinking about what her warm body would feel like bare against him and how mouth could work wonders would make the Doctor's jeans suddenly feel a bit too tight.

Most of these thoughts usually occurred to him when he was in the shower, alone with himself, or sometimes when everyone was asleep and he was the only one awake. One time he actually had to leave the console room because he couldn't keep his thoughts clean while staring at her.

His urges were beginning to get dangerous, happening more often than they should. However, it had been over two hundred years and he had just gotten married, he was antsy.

Despite his perverse thoughts, he didn't think he'd be able to initiate the first move. Besides, he wasn't even sure if she was ready for something like that. Amy had accidentally mentioned she was a virgin to him which he was slightly shocked about considering Effie could be extremely flirtatious when she wanted and she was breathtakingly gorgeous.

Of course, Amy made him swear not to mention it as Effie would kill her. A part of him wanted to mention it just to see her squirm, but he wouldn't act on it. Gosh, he had to fix himself, he was getting way too horny about this.

Not to mention Timelords were extremely particular when picking a mate, usually, their partner stayed with them for the rest of their life. Therefore, their sex life was rather, 'intense'. Timelords could last for hours and keep going at it, he doubted his wife would be able to do something like that. And he wouldn't pressure her into trying it.

What the Doctor didn't realize was that his wife was Persephone Surturson, and Persephone Surturson was a Goddess. Gods and Goddess themselves were known for their high sexual activities, after all, almost half the Goddesses were some sort of Goddess of sex or desire.

Hell, Persephone's biological mother was Idun. Persephone was pretty sure that along with youth and beauty, her mother was a Goddess of sex. Even if Persephone herself was still a virgin, she was also a Goddess, it wouldn't be too hard for her to keep up with her Timelord in those terms.

The Doctor's thought was suddenly broken by his computer making noises. Amy and Rory along with a group of scientist including Phil Coulson were at his side all of them looking at the readings.

Effie had left a bit ago, and nothing had really changed around the temporary facility since then, until now. Massive energy readings were shown to be happening just outside of the town the facility was based by, also the town Persephone went looking for Thor at.

Barely five seconds had passed before the energy readings faded and everything went back to normal. The scientist all began asking questions, Coulson, Amy, and Rory looking equally as confused.

"What was that?" Amy licked her lips nervously.

The Doctor knew exactly what that was and he couldn't stop the giddiness from showing. That had been what he believed to be Asgard's way of traveling, quick and efficient, teleportation at its finest.

That right there was the Bifrost. Someone had just come from Asgard and landed over by the town, and the Doctor was willing to believe it was Thor looking for his hammer. The Doctor still didn't realize that Thor was already here and had been for the past three days.

"That right there, Pond, was our visitor. It looks about fifteen miles toward the town, let's get going." The Doctor added, Coulson motioning a bunch of agents to get in the car.

"You three are with me." The Doctor followed after Coulson, sitting in the passenger seat as Amy and Rory sat in the back, Coulson driving.

The Doctor believed that it was Thor who came down; however, this was not the case. Something had arrived on Earth from Asgard, just not Thor, though, Thor was rather close to who it was that did arrive.

In fact that someone who arrived was actually four separate people.

As they left the facility going to town, expecting to see Thor, no one realized what they were actually going to see. No one could have predicted that they would see more than just Thor, they would see Sif and the Warriors Three as well.

No one realized that right this second, Effie Quill was currently speaking to Thor on why he was here. Or how Thor was trying to convince her to come back to Asgard with them all.