𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧
𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧
𝟏𝟗𝟒𝟏

from the eyes of
— 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐉𝐀𝐃𝐄 —

"Danny Boy to the Doctor. Going in for another attack!" The pilot radioed.

The Doctor smiled, grabbing the radio and responding. "The Doctor to Danny Boy. The Doctor to Danny Boy. Destroy the ship!" He called.

"What about you guys, Doctor?" The pilot radioed back.

"Yeah, what about us!" I added, eyes wide as I looked around.

The TARDIS was currently parked on the Dalek ship that the Doctor was telling the pilot to destroy.

In response, the Doctor looked at me with an easy smile, winking before responding to the radio.

Ain't no way.

"We'll be okay," He said back.

Well, that's reassuring... catch the sarcasm?

Before anything further could commence—the TARDIS scanner that had previously been dead burst to life. On it, a white Dalek was displayed. I sat up straighter, staring at the screen in confusion.

Daleks are so ugly.

"Doctor! Call off your attack!" It demanded.

While my face was twisted in concern, the Doctor looked amused as he turned to the screen and addressed the Dalek.

"What? And let you scuttle off back to the future? No fear." He asked rhetorically while walking closer to the screen. "No chance. This is the end for you. The final end."

The Dalek on the screen did not so much as flinch before continuing. "Call off the attack or we will destroy the Earth."

The Doctor scoffed while shaking his head. "I'm not stupid, mate. You've just played your last card." He told the Dalek.

How the fuck were the Daleks meant to destroy the Earth? They had no weaponry capable of such a feat at the moment.

The Dalek on screen proceeded to answer my silent question. "Bracewell is a bomb!" It revealed.

My mouth fell open. That would make sense, Bracewell was an incredible robot created by the Daleks. Of course, he was not only an android but also a fucking bomb.

Genius!

In a terrible way, but genius nonetheless!

"You're bluffing. Deception is second nature to you. There isn't a sincere bone in your body..." The Doctor trailed off, his delicate eyebrows furrowing. "Actually there aren't any bones in your body..." He rubbed his chin, face thoughtful.

I gave him a weird look before piping up. "I don't think they're bluffing, Doctor! There's no way they would make an android without making him some kind of weapon. The Daleks don't play like that," I breathed, eyes glimmering as the realization settled upon me. "Oh! Wow—maybe this is better than him being a clone, after all!"

"Ugh—PJ! Enough!" The Doctor cried out, eyes widening as his persona turned from confident to distraught.

"His power is derived from an Oblivion Continuum. Call off your attack or we will detonate the android!" The Dalek hissed through the screen.

"Oblivion Continuum? That makes Bracewell a bomb that will open a black hole! A black hole bomb! Holy shit!" I said, standing from the chair and racing to the console screen to put myself in its path. "How the fuck did you create that without blowing yourselves out of existence?"

"Don't talk to them!" The Doctor snapped, grabbing my arm and moving me back toward the chair to get me out of the line of the screen. "This is my best chance ever!" He said furiously, releasing my arm and pacing the glass floor. "The last of the Daleks. I can rid the whole universe of you, once and for all!" He was breathing heavily, shaking his head in disbelief.

The Dalek on the screen was not letting up. "Then do it... but we will shatter the planet below. The Earth will die screaming!"

The Doctor was quiet for a few moments, staring at the console screen in contemplation. A dark look crossed over his face. "But if I let you go, you'll be stronger than ever. A new race of Daleks."

"Then choose, Doctor," The Dalek said. "Destroy the Daleks or save the Earth? Choose, Doctor. Choose! Choose!"

My heart stopped as I looked to the Doctor.

I had no doubt about what he would choose. But I pondered the question. What was the greater good here? Wiping out the Daleks with Earth as a causality? Or allowing them to escape so the Earth might live?

The Doctor's head dropped and his shoulders slumped in defeat. His face was heartbroken as he reached for the radio.

He had chosen.

"The Doctor to Danny Boy. The Doctor to Danny Boy. Withdraw..." The Doctor said into the radio firmly, head bowed.

"Say again, sir. Over!" The pilot radioed back.

The Doctor gripped the radio tightly, speaking into it quickly. "Withdraw! Return to Earth! Over and out!"

"But, sir!" The pilot tried to argue.

The Doctor was quick to shut him down. "There's no time, we have to return to Earth now! Over!" He said before slamming the radio down and beginning to twist the knobs as he piloted the TARDIS back to the bunker in London.

He had chosen to save the Earth. Even knowing the Daleks would get away. Knowing that he had sentenced himself and the rest of the galaxy to another lifetime of being terrorized by the Daleks. Knowing that he himself would almost always be the one who had to fight against them.

But still, he chose the Earth.

My head tilted as I watched him move around the console silently. It was obvious that he was distraught: angry and heartbroken. But determined to save the planet that he loved so much.

My thoughts were broken by his voice as he flipped one last lever and turned to me.

"What're you still doing sitting around? Up! UP!" He squawked, his heartbreak hidden in the presence of determination. I yelped as he shot toward me, grabbing my hand and pulling me after him as we ran toward the doors. "We have a bomb to diffuse and you are the best bomber I know!"

"What? What do you mean?!" I panicked.

Had he already known this whole time that I had been involved in the creation of the atomic bomb? Had me from the future already let that slip?

"You are scarily good at creating bombs and almost as good at diffusing them!" He informed me. "You did it all the time before, and I certainly didn't teach you those skills, so I assume you still have them? Oh! Please tell me you know how to diffuse bombs and it's not something you pick up with this version of me!" He cried as we ran out of the doors of the TARDIS and through the corridors of the bunker.

Okay, good, it doesn't sound like he knows about the atomic bomb. He just knows I'm really good at engineering and taking such bombs apart.

"Of course, I can! Don't make me laugh, you definitely didn't teach me that!" I scoffed.

While it was true I was better at making explosives than breaking them—a bomb is a bomb. Diffusing is just the reverse of creating it.

It's kind of like... counting backwards!

"Well, where did you learn how to do that?" He asked. "You never told me before! More 'spoilers' as you had said!"

"I'm a Ravager who shot myself through time with a stolen Vortex Manipulator, I'm good with tinkering, and by Earth standards—I'm a bit of a genius! Obviously, I'm self-taught!"

"Oi, well no need to get sassy with me, young lady!" The Doctor snarked.

"That sounds disgusting and creepy coming from you! Don't ever call me that again!"

"You have called me so much worse!"

"Like what?"

"It's so bad I can't even repeat it!" The Doctor exclaimed just as we came upon the war room where everyone was.

The Doctor released my hand before running up and punching Professor Bracewell directly across the face with all his TimeLord strength. A metallic clang rang out as Bracewell fell to the floor and the Doctor yelled in pain, shaking his hand.

Timelords may have been stronger and faster than humans, but it was not by an insane amount. Punching straight metal would still hurt like a bitch.

"Oh, blimey that hurt!" He roared in pain.

"Doctor!" Amy gasped, as everyone turned and gaped at the scene, quickly coming over.

I crossed my arms and shook my head.

"You should've had me punch him..." I called lazily.

The Doctor glared at me weakly from where he was rubbing his fist. "You're a weak human, your fist would've broken on contact..." He groaned.

Correction: I am an immensely strong half-breed and I probably could have punched a hole straight through Bracewell... which would've immediately detonated the bomb and destroyed everyone around me.

Point taken—it was smartest for the Doctor to punch Bracewell. Even if he did not know the real reason why.

"Sorry, Professor!" The Doctor finally turned and looked down to Bracewell who was withering on the ground. "You're a bomb. An inconceivably massive Dalek bomb!" He wasted no time in dropping that information on the poor dude.

"What?!" Professor Bracewell panicked.

"There is an Oblivion Continuum inside of you. A captured wormhole that provides perpetual power! Detonate that and the Earth could literally bleed through reality!" He huffed, reaching into his tweed jacket and pulling out a sonic screwdriver.

Yep, I definitely could not have that!

In the next moment, he kneeled beside where Bracewell lay on the ground and proceeded to rip his shirt open causing buttons to fly and for a rather unimpressive chest to be put on full display. I did a doubletake, blinking at what I just watched.

It was obvious, based on that display, that the Doctor had ripped off more than a few people's shirts in his time. Whether the majority had come from situations as precarious as this or other activities—I'm not sure that I'll ever know.

"Now, keep down..." The Doctor commanded the whimpering Bracewell soothingly, on his knees and leaning over him.

If one did not have context, this situation would seem so weird...

It was obvious that Bracewell was going through yet another identity crisis. Poor dude woke up this morning thinking that he was the top war-fair scientist in the world only to have that come crashing down as his true origins were revealed.

The Doctor waved his sonic over Bracewell's chest causing the skin to slide back revealing a metallic chest with a circulator modulator smack in the middle. The circular detonator was split into five halves—one of those halves was starting to light up yellow.

I immediately recognized that it was on its way to turning red, and once every piece hit red then he would blow, all of the people surrounding me would die upon impact and everything else would be sucked into a black hole.

Including me: which would be so bad because black holes were the absolute worst to try and get out of. I could be stuck floating around for years before I managed to get out.

"Well?" Amy panicked from where she was standing, looking at the Doctor expectantly.

"I don't know, I don't know—never seen one up close before...!" He continued to scan it with his sonic, continuously looking at the readings in confusion.

"So what? They've wired him up to detonate?" Amy asked in disbelief as she stared at Bracewell, he was now praying under his breath, his eyes squeezed shut.

"No, they haven't wired him up. He was built as a literal bomb. Walking—talking!" The Doctor suddenly made an explosion noise with his mouth, using his arms to pretend a bomb was exploding. "POW! Exploding! The moment this entire thing flashes red," He pointed to the circular modulator, "we all go bye-bye!"

Amy was now stumbling over her words, panicking to the highest degree. "Okay, okay! You can fix this right? There's a blue wire or something you have to cut, isn't there? Or maybe it's a red one?"

It's neither... there are literally no colored wires in this guy.

I stood over him, arms crossed. Sliding the goggles from my head and down over my eyes, I was able to scan every square inch of him. I could see the way he worked, how he was wired, and how he ticks.

Now, how to disassemble him without killing him. Or I guess, I should phrase it as powering him off permanently since he's an android.

The Doctor stood up, looking at Amy in exasperation. "You're not helping!"

Winston Churchill who had been watching the quietly the whole time finally spoke up. "It's incredible! He talked to us about his memories. About the Great War...!"

Incredible, indeed.

"Someone else's stolen thoughts, implanted in a positronic brain!" The Doctor exclaimed, pacing back and forth before snapping his fingers toward Bracewell. "That's it, tell us about your life, Bracewell!" He said while dropping to his knees and going back to Bracewell's side

As I finished examining at the Bracewell Bomb, my mind clicked, and understanding overcame me. Got it; a five-minute disassemblage is a go.

I pushed the goggles back on top of my head, dropping to my knees next to the Doctor.

"Out of the way, Jammie Dodger man!" I snidely said while pushing the Doctor to the side and stealing his sonic screwdriver. "Ugh—how do you work this thing?" I asked, hitting it with my hand.

The Doctor cried out, reaching toward me and stealing the sonic back. "Don't do that! Are you sure you know what you're doing—this is far more complicated than I was expecting!"

"What the hell did you expect?" I scoffed, looking at him incredulously. "A big round ball with a lit fuse that said 'bomb'?"

"That is just rude, of course not!" The Doctor angrily huffed. "And, honestly—" He was cut off by Amy.

"Jeez, I sure hope this argument goes on for another few minutes! LOOK!" She shrieked with sarcasm motioning to the first piece of the circular modulator that had turned red.

"Use the sonic and open the chest cavern..." I quickly told the Doctor.

He hesitated, his voice coming softer. "Are you positive you know what you're doing? Is it safe to open that, PJ?"

There was obvious doubt in his voice, but he had no other options. The Doctor, as smart as he is, would not be able to diffuse this before it went off. He would need at least a few hours with it. And he knew this.

I looked at him, placing a hand on his arm and squeezing it.

"Yes," I said, my voice a promise. "Now, open him up..."

The Doctor looked at me for a second longer before nodding and pressing a few buttons on his sonic, waving it over the metallic chest. The cavern opened up revealing an intricate system of wires and buttons—all in the same shades of bronze. In the center and toward the button, a small ball of pure inky blackness spun in a bubble.

The Oblivion Continuum.

As soon as this bomb went off, the explosion would be powerful enough to cause that bubble to burst which would then open up a wormhole.

I could feel the wide-eyed stares around me as everyone took in the pure complexity of the machine. Even the Doctor was practically biting his nails out of nervousness.

Bracewell himself, still conscious was freaking out.

"I need five minutes... calm him down..." I ordered. "The more passive his emotions are the longer the modulator will take to activate!"

The Doctor wasted no time, slipping behind me until he was kneeling by Bracewell's head and talking to him.

My lips pursed as I felt something. Looking down briefly, I arched an eyebrow at the sight of the Doctor keeping a hand on my thigh. He was squeezing it ever-so-gently as he spoke with Bracewell, seemingly not even realizing what he was doing.

I shrugged the guy was one of the most affectionate and touchy people that I had ever come across. This was not surprising.

What was surprising was the fact that rather than feel nothing about it... I actually rather liked the sensation. It was comforting.

Disgusting.

With a shudder, I quickly slid the goggles down on my face and set to work. My fingers were nimble and quick as I worked through the wiring—vaguely listening to the Doctor ordering Bracewell to tell him about his memories, his past.

A life he had never lived but one he remembered.

Alright, PJ. No pressure. Just diffusing a hyper-advanced alien death bomb embedded in the chest cavity of a panicking, sentient android. Simple stuff, really.

My fingers flew over the wires as if I was a professional—which, in fairness, I really wasn't, but fake it till you make it, right? Just another Tuesday for the existence of Polaris Jade: bartender, rogue scientist, engineer, multiverse traveler, top-player of the Space Jam, and occasional bomb surgeon.

I was more of a bomb creator rather than a diffuser, really, but details.

The Bomb Maker is back in business.

Okay, so, first step: locate the primary flux inhibitor. Easy, it's... probably this little wiry doohickey glowing faintly like a dying firefly on a caffeine crash. Yeah, totally that. Snip or redirect? Redirect. Snipping is bad. Always bad. Note to self: avoid snipping.

I gently twisted a wire connector, feeling the satisfying click as it locked into place. The modulator's glow dimmed slightly, buying me another thirty seconds.

Look at you go. Who needs the Doctor anyway? Not you. You're a genius.

Wait, no, scratch that because I definitely do need the Doctor and his TARDIS.

That kind of thinking gets people blown up. Remember Stockholm, 2189. Or was it Madrid? Whatever. Focus!

I glanced briefly at the ominous, swirling black ball in the center of Bracewell's chest.

The Oblivion Continuum. Literally a pocket-sized, universe-ending black hole. Who even thinks of this stuff? Fine, I would... guilty as charged.

The Doctor was saying something awe-inspiring to Bracewell. His voice was loud and his hand was squeezing my thigh tighter. Whatever it was caused for Amy to come and join us, kneeling on the other side of his head.

I was too focused on diffusing this guy to care or bother with the details of what they were doing. However, it was working, they were definitely buying me time based on the way the circulator modulator was flipping back to blue.

The second panel slid open, revealing a lattice of bronze wires crisscrossed like a web spun by a very stressed-out spider.

This is fine. Totally fine. Just a few hundred wires to sort through. Like untangling holiday lights—if the lights could vaporize your entire molecular structure. No biggie. Now, where's the secondary stabilizer? Aha! You cheeky little bastard, trying to hide behind the dimensional phase coil. Not today, bitch.

I tilted my head, squinting at a tiny lever marked in Dalek's script. My goggles translated it automatically.

"Do Not Pull." Oh, perfect. That's helpful. Could they be any more cryptic? Should I pull it? No, PJ. That's a trap. It's always a trap. Leave it alone.

With a flick of my wrist, I routed power from the stabilizer to the auxiliary circuit, feeling the faintest vibration as the modulator slowed even further.

See? This isn't so bad. You've totally got this. Just keep going. And don't think about how one wrong move could turn everyone here into a cosmic pancake. Or how the Doctor's kneeling with that hand on your thigh like he's got any business being distracting right now.

Focus, PJ!

The black sphere pulsed slightly, and the third segment of the modulator inched closer to red again.

Okay, maybe speed it up. Time for the Hail Mary maneuver. Identify the main detonation relay. It's always big, flashy, and... there it is. Right in the middle. Of course.

I reached in, carefully threading a wire through a narrow passage of circuits. My hand brushed a tiny coil, sending a spark up my arm.

Ow! Okay, that's fine. Just a little zap. Builds character. Not dead yet. Yay, me.

Now, disconnect the relay without jostling the core. Easy peasy. Like threading a needle with an angry piranha strapped to your wrist.

The final piece slid into place, and I felt the modulator's hum stabilize. The glowing red light began to fade. As the Oblivion Continuum popped out of existence silently.

Ha! Who's the smartest half-human/half-what-the-hell in the room? That's right, me! Polaris freakin' Jade! Saving lives and looking good doing it. You're welcome, Earth from the universe designated as 5556.

I had not only deactivated it but I killed it completely all without shutting down Bracewell. The bomb was like an extinct volcano, it would never be able to be activated again. Not without a hell of a lot of rewiring and re-building, at least.

I slid the goggles up onto my forehead, leaning back with a triumphant grin.

"Done," I said aloud, hands on my hips like the absolute badass I was pretending to be.

"Yes! Welcome to the human race, Professor Bracewell!" The Doctor laughed from his place on his knees, a huge smile on his face as he finally released my thigh.

He looked up making eye contact with Amy, both of them sharing a relieved smile and huff of laughter.

The Doctor snapped his fingers, pointing to Winston Churchill. "You're brilliant!" He then pointed to Bracewell. "You're brilliant!" He rubbed the android's cheek affectionately. "And—you, why, you're just—!" The Doctor stuttered pointing to Amy, his face lit up in a manner that said he was far more than impressed.

To get his feelings across, emotions he was unable to put into words, he reached across, grabbed Amy gently, and pulled her toward him before peppering her forehead with affectionate kisses. Amy giggled as he praised her, showcasing his pride in a manner that made me stare at him weirdly.

I mean... when considering all the various time periods and cultures that he had been to and was technically part of, his constant display of affection is not necessarily weird. And it's even less weird when throwing the multiverse into the mix.

Still though, having been living through the 2020s for the past few years, I suppose my sense of normality had become a bit skewed.

My lips turned into a frown against my will as I stood up and wandered a few feet away. Despite finding it odd, the smallest bitter feeling settled in my stomach. Oh yeah, just ignore the person who took down the entire bomb...

Unfortunately, karma caught up to me about my inner complaining, for the Doctor jumped to his feet a second later. Amy was left giddily smiling and blushing after the Doctor was finished with his parade of affection on her.

His eyes found my own within seconds.

"And you!" He pointed to, starting to walk over. "Oh, my dear, PJ! You never cease to amaze me!"

I was quick to get defensive, practically leaping away.

"Yeah, I'm awesome and brilliant, I know! Don't worry, you don't need to—" I said, all while walking backward as the Doctor came toward me.

I shrieked, turning to try and run but he managed to snake an arm around my waist, catching me at the last second and turning me around. His face was beaming, positively aching from pride as he swept me off my feet and proceeded to leave happy kisses on my forehead and cheeks.

My face was tinting red without my permission and I was enjoying this far more than I wanted.

"Wait, Doctor—" My yelp was cut short.

"Beautiful and brilliant!" He yelled as he left a final, affectionate, and slobbery open-mouthed kiss on my fucking lips!

GROSS! TIMELORD SPIT!

I did not even have the chance to choose to kiss back or push him off before he pulled away, still brightly grinning. He released me, looking toward the corridor. My face was blushing far brighter than I wished, and the Doctor—well, he was barely even phased.

It was not a real kiss. There was no passion and there was no emotion apart from unbridled excitement and pride that the bomb was detonated. I recognized that such a feat was only the Doctor's way of expressing joy.

"Now we have to stop them! Time to stop the Daleks!" He called, starting to jog out of the room, his mind already working on the next big thing.

"Wait, Doctor! Wait, wait!" Bracewell called from the ground as he sat up. "It's too late..." He finally breathed, still in shock himself from everything. "They're gone..."

The Doctor's excitement fizzled away like a popped balloon. His happy eyes twisted into something sour, his face dropping as he spun around. His hands moved, frantically rubbing together as he desperately looked around as though a solution would jump out in front of him.

Devastation and anger is what replaced his previous emotions.

"No!" He breathed before starting to shout. "No, no! They can't have got away from me again!"

"I can feel it, my mind is clear..." Professor Bracewell breathed. "The Daleks have gone..."

The Doctor was staring at Bracewell in defeat. He slowly leaned against the wall, eyes so sad.

Everything in me screamed to step forward, to help him—comfort him. But I had no clue how, no idea what to say to even make this better for him.

Thankfully, Amy was much better with this stuff than I.

She surged forward, grabbing his shoulders and rubbing down his arm.

"Doctor, it's okay. You did it! We stopped the bomb..." She smiled, trying to bring his mood back up. "Doctor?" She asked again carefully, seeing his breathing pickup and wide upset eyes.

"I had a choice, and they knew I'd choose Earth." His voice was breathless and upset as he looked to Amy desperately. "The Daleks have won, they beat me, they've won..."

Amy tilted her head, staring into his eyes with all the compassion in the world. "But you saved the Earth. Not too shabby, is it?" She asked, a small smile making its way on her face.

He slowly looked around, face going from upset to neutral. The Doctor suddenly locked eyes with me, and I motioned to all the people around us.

"Unless you were willing to destroy everything via a blackhole... there was nothing else you could have done. Look at all the people still here because of your choice..." I said plainly, a bit blunt, but a smirk was curling at the corners of my lips and the Doctor grew a small smile of his own.

He fiddled with his bowtie, giving me one last long look before he took in everyone around us. All the people still standing because of him.

"You're right..." He sighed, dancing around before looking back to Amy. "Not too shabby..."

"It's a brilliant achievement, my dear friend," Winston Churchill complimented causing the Doctor to wave him off. Churchill then proceeded to pull out a cigar. "Here have a cigar..."

The Doctor quickly shook his head. "No thank you..."

I stepped forward. "Seeing as I was the one to diffuse that guy," I snapped my fingers in Bracewell's direction. "I'll have that cigar!"

"What?" The Doctor cried, as Churchill handed me the huge cigar. "No! PJ, don't do that!"

"Not your choice!" I piped as the Doctor scowled.

My smoking did not last long as the Doctor managed to snag it away and destroy within minutes, claiming it was a complete "accident".

After that, we hung around the bunker for a few hours more—the Doctor and me worked in disassembling and decontructing the alien technology the Daleks had brought in. Mostly just different weapons, and while Churchill tried to convince the Doctor to allow them to keep it, he got nowhere with the TimeLord.

We worked quickly, arguing and allowing small chatter to befall us for the time it took. It was frankly about Jammie Dodgers vs. Oreos and which was better even though I did not like Oreos and had never tried a Jammie Dodger.

The Doctor had then pulled one out of his pocket and offered it to.

"That's disgusting, Doctor!" I had crinkled my nose at him, and he pouted before shoving the entire thing in his mouth causing me to gag and him to laugh.

After that was finished, I waited by the TARDIS as the Doctor went to fetch Amy.

I was throwing my pocket knife up and allowing it to spin before catching it and doing it over again. It was a small while when I spotted the Doctor and Amy finally walking down the corridors.

"Took you guys long enough," I snarked, standing upright from where I had been leaning against the TARDIS. "She's locked, I couldn't get inside..."

The Doctor scowled. "I thought she was always unlocked for you?" He said sarcastically.

"You know how your girl works, it's only when she wants..." I clicked my tongue.

They met me in front of the TARDIS, all of us standing in front of her.

"You're not going to say goodbye to Churchill? Or the Professor?" Amy asked me.

I rose my brows. "You left him alive?!"

The Doctor was quick to scold me. "Of course we did, he's still sentient!"

"Well, yeah, but he's still a dormant Dalek bomb-android crossover! Even if the bomb is gone, don't you think that he's still a little risky?" I was looking at the Doctor as though he was insane.

Which he was.

I left the android alive because it didn't seem right to power him down at the time. Not in front of all those people and not while he was shuddering in panic already.

I assumed we'd power Bracewell down later, more privately and when he had a moment to say his final goodbyes.

Like... an animal or something... I don't know!

Okay, fine, I'll admit that does sound pretty heartless.

The Doctor shrugged, leaning forward and bopping me on the nose. I scowled and tried to swat his hands away.

"There is much worse stuff lurking in the shadows on this planet. I am sure that Bracewell will be fine, and if not, then we'll come back..." He said, bringing his arms up and resting it over my shoulders along with Amy's.

He pulled us to either side of him.

I scowled and shoved him away. "I'm not! Like I said I hate the 40s, I am never coming back here!"

The Doctor scowled right back. "You're telling me this experience didn't change your mind?"

"Of course not! We almost turned this plant into a blackhole!" I threw my hands up.

"But we saved it! And you're riding in my TARDIS, you don't get to stop us from coming to the 40s!"

"Buddy, I can't stop you from going anywhere, but I can stop myself from leaving the TARDIS!"

"I will hurl you over my shoulder if I need to and—" The Doctor's furious rambling was cut off by Amy poking her head between the two of us.

"Honestly, you two argue like an old married couple, this is getting ridiculous..." She sighed.

"He starts it!" I pointed at him.

"I do not!" The Doctor gasped.

"Yes, you do!"

"No, I don't!"

"So you have enemies!" Amy cut in, eyes wide as she placed herself between us and stared at the Doctor. "Like proper arch-enemies?"

I talked before the Doctor could answer, clicking my tongue. "Oh yeah, like half the galaxy wants to kill him..." I chuckled.

The Doctor poked my forehead. "Enough from the Peanut Gallery, thank you very much... but yes, I suppose I do have some enemies..."

I scoffed at his words, rubbing where he poked my head but said nothing. However, I did fix him with a pretty nasty glare that had the TimeLord beaming back at me.

Reaching forward, I forced my hand into the front pocket of his tweed jacket causing him to yell in disdain.

"Oi, take me out to dinner first!" He cried as I pulled the key from him.

I rose my brows with surprise at his joke, never thinking he'd say something like that.

"Not a chance, Space Lord," I snickered coolly, using the TARDIS key to unlock the door and shove it open.

Throwing the key back at him which he was hasty to try and catch, I whirled around standing in the doorway of the TARDIS. The console room was warm, greeting me kindly.

"You two talk, I'll be waiting in here..." I said, closing the door. But just before it closed, I reopened it and popped my head back out. "And I am serious..." I scowled, the Doctor leaning against the TARDIS with an amused smirk on his face as he regarded me. We were nearly nose-to-nose. "I am never coming back to the 40s again!"

With that, I snapped the door closed, hearing him yell out a, "we''ll see about that", just before the doors closed completely.