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Rowan Keâts wasn’t used to being without her brother. Tristain was prone to anxiety attacks without her, and she loved him too much to stray far. However, with the twins in the past and out of their natural timelines, Tristain could spend time with their mother before she was their mother. It was all very confusing and Rowan wasn’t very comfortable with the idea. She had never been a mommy’s girl anyway – she much preferred to spend her time with Léon, their father. But even that was proving awkward. He was her father, but he wasn’t her papa yet. It was complicated.
But she didn’t mind too much – she was a Keâts. She took things in stride. And so it was with this newfound freedom that Rowan found herself exploring London. She was wearing her usual outfit – a tan shirt, brown cargo shorts, boots, fingerless gloves, and a pair of aviator goggles. It was obviously adventure gear, judging by her large bookbag that weighed close to the same weight as the small teenager. She was barely a few inches over five feet, and she didn’t weigh ninety-five pounds soaking wet. Her legs and arms were covered in bruises, and she had a light brown circle under one of her eyes that had previously been a nasty looking black eye.
Rowan stood in front of the library, a mischievous grin on her face. She scampered inside, her mouth dropping slightly at the size. “Woah!” she said, loudly. One of the librarians sent her a dirty look and Rowan stuck out her tongue at the lady. She skipped her way downstairs, throwing her bookbag off at one of the chairs and running up to one of the tall shelves. She glanced around for anyone, and, seeing no one, she rubbed her hands together. There was a bright yellow book on the top shelf, and Rowan decided she wanted to read it. Unfortunately, there wasn’t a ladder. Or a tall person.
No problem. She began the long climb to the top shelf. She hung on it, grabbing the yellow book. Rowan smirked, holding it to her chest as she began to climb down. The shelf rocked beneath her, and Rowan let out a small squeak of surprise as the entire bookshelf tipped over. Rowan’s green eyes widened dramatically and she held on tighter. “Timber!” she yelled as the shelf knocked into the next row, causing the next row to fall over as well. Her wrist snapped on one of the shelves and she stayed, dramatically fallen as she heard the last of the rows slam against the wall.
Rowan rolled off of the shelf, a sheepish smile on her face. Her wrist was swollen and purple already, and she was fairly certain she’d dislocated her shoulder again. Her legs and knees were bruised again, and her fingers were bloody from the shelf ripping her fingernails as she clung to it. She had a few bruised ribs. The book had stabbed her in the collarbone, leaving a rather wonderful bruise. Wait! The book! Rowan held it up triumphantly, coughing out a victorious laugh. The title of the work beamed down at her – ‘The Art of Falling’. “Ugh… not worth it…” she said, curling up and scowling at the book.
John had been having a pretty good day. He hadn't tripped over anything, or dropped anything, all day! Which was a new record sense he was constantly tripping over thin air, and knocking over things. Now all John had to do for today was finish putting some books away.
He was in the middle of putting a book in it's rightful place on the shelf, when he heard someone yell 'Timber' followed by the sound of the bookshelves falling. Quickly so he wouldn't be crushed, John jumped to the side just in time to see the book shelf fall to the ground where he would of been. Shocked he propped himself up on his elbows, and looked along the long line of knocked over bookshelves. He slowly got up and looked at the a girl standing in front of the first shelf to fall.
" What did you do! You know i'm the one who's probably going to have to clean all this up." John would of said more but he stopped himself, when he took a closer look at the girl. She was hurt in the fall, possible a broken wrist, maybe a few other broken bones. He took a deep sigh to calm himself the walked over to the young girl.
" Let me have a look at that." He said calmly reaching for her broken wrist.
Rowan pouted as someone began to yell at her, and she stared up pathetically at the man as he yelled at her. “Shut up,” she said, putting the book beside her as she tried to pick herself up. She was a rather pathetic and beaten sight, but her mouth was in a determined line and her green eyes were narrowed, trying to give herself a tough demeanor. “I know I screwed up, you don’t have to rub it in my face! At least I warned you! I ought to have just let you get crushed to death if I knew you were only going to be rude.” She tried to cross her arms, but she winced as her wrist moved.
As he reached for her wrist, Rowan let out a war cry and lunged forward, biting his hand and digging her teeth into him. Once she was certain she’d made her point, she let go and glared at him. “I’m fine! I don’t need your help! I don’t need anyone’s help!” she declared.
She huffed, obviously quite annoyed with him. “Just leave me alone! I can fix this!” she declared, trying to pick up a bookshelf with her good arm. Her arm wavered slightly as she pushed with all her strength. “I can fix it!” she repeated. Her arm gave in and the shelf knocked her in the forehead, making her fall on her back. She rubbed her head, pouting slightly as a bruise formed on her forehead.
“Libraries are stupid! This is the last time I come here!” she declared, getting to her feet and sending a glare to the man. “You are my enemy!” she declared, tackling him.
John was surprised when the girl he was trying to hep bit his hand, hard. " Ow!" Once she let go he quickly took his hand back. " Why did you bite me!?" He was just trying to help her, and she bites him? “Just leave me alone! I can fix this! John stayed and watched the girl try to lift the heavy book shelf up with one arm. After watching her flounder for a little bit, trying to pick the book shelf up. He walked over and put it back up for her. He was gonna have to do it anyway.
“Libraries are stupid! This is the last time I come here!” she declared, getting to her feet and sending a glare to the man. “You are my enemy!” she declared, tackling him. John didn't know what hurt more, the tackling, or the comment on Library's. John probably wouldn't of fallen over if she tackled him when he was ready, but because he was surprised that she would even do that, he crashed down to the floor.
" OW! Again! What is wrong with you?! I'm not your enemy! I was trying to help." He reached out from underneath him and pulled out a book, that had painfully jabbed him in the ribs. He was starting to think that this girl was mentally ill, or just psychotic.
“Why not?” Rowan countered, grinning wildly as he pulled his hand away quickly. She snapped and bared her teeth at him, a wicked gleam in her eye. Her teeth were sharp, and she had the jaw strength of a little hippo. She ran off, trying to lift up the shelf by herself. The man seemed to be trying to give a display of his strength as he picked up the shelf with relatively more ease than her. Rowan scoffed and decided right then and there that they simply weren’t going to get along. “All right, listen here, ya damn pretty boy,” she said, putting her hands on her hips.
She tackled him, trying to pin him and make him pay for all of his misdeeds and the misfortunes he had caused her. “You’re my enemy!” she declared again, much to his apparent bewilderment. She rolled her eyes as he tried to claim that he had only been trying to help her. “Help me by being my enemy!” she declared, glancing down at him as he pulled a book out from under him. She leaned back, still straddling his abdomen as she read the cover of the book. “Are all these books full of boring?” she demanded, flopping dramatically backwards, rolling off him.
“And nothing’s wrong with me! What’s wrong with you? Your death trap nearly trapped me! To death!” she declared, pointing at the library shelves with dramatic gusto. She tore off a glove and threw it down beside him. “I challenge you to a duel!”
John couldn't believe what he was witnessing. First he was almost killed by falling book cases, then he was bitten, then tackled, all by this crazy teenager. He started to wonder if he should call for help, or just calmly trick her into going to the police.
"Not all books are boring." John got back up again, keeping his distance from the girl just in case she decided to tackle or bite him again. "My death trap? I only work here, I don't put the shelves up. And if you would of asked for help instead of climbing up to get a book, this wouldn't of happened!" He watched her throw down her glove and declare a duel. He smiled slightly, "I'm not going to 'duel' you. It's the 21st century, we don't have duels anymore."
He slowly walked around her, making sure to keep his distance. "How bout we just talk about this. No duels, no biting, tackling, and or anything else that could hurt me." He had a feeling that he should just walk away, but he couldn't leave someone when their hurt. And he was strangely warming up to this stranger. "I'm John Flask." He said with one of his signature grins.
“I bet they are,” Rowan said, crossing her arms suspiciously. “I’ve not read an interesting one yet.” She eyed him carefully as he stood up. Her shoulders tensed and she bared her teeth at him, secretly amused at how he was keeping his distance. It was almost like he was scared of her or something. “No way! I’m an independent woman! I don’t need anyone’s help to get a book down! Masochistic jerk!” she declared haughtily, confusing the words ‘masochistic’ and ‘misogynistic’.
“What?” she asked, flabbergasted. “You have to duel me! I threw down the gauntlet!” she pointed out. She huffed as she realized that he wasn’t having any of it and picked up her glove, putting it back on and putting her hands on her hips as she stared at him. “When I’m from, we have duels! They’re virtual, but they’re still duels.” She paused, realizing she’d made the time traveler’s blunder. She rubbed the back of her neck. “Where I’m from, I meant.”
As he walked around her, Rowan kept her eyes on him. “Talking, eh?” she asked. She winced slightly as she laughed, her ribs reminded her of the bruises. “Not much of one for that.” As he introduced himself, Rowan walked up to him, poking him in the ribs. “You can call me Canary. You’re my arch-enemy. We should get out of here before they make you clean up,” she said, grabbing his hand as tightly as she could and dragged him to the exit. “Come on, come on, Flasky.”
John liked the Canary. She wasn't like any of the girls he’d met before. She was… spunkier. In the polite term. And he liked that. John let her lead him away form the chaotic mess, scoffing quietly when she called him Flasky. “ Is that my new name? Flasky?” He thought for a second. “ The Canary and Flasky.. Hmm. I think it would sound better as the Canary and the Protector.” Might as well play along. It didn't look like he had much of a choice anyway.
“So where are we going exactly, ‘Canary’?” They had already walked out of the doors, and John had made her stop while they were still on the steps. “ No wait, let me guess. Your leading me to my certain death.” He managed to keep a straight face on when he said that, but on the inside he was giggling madly. He still thought this whole thing was extremely amusing. It was kind of hard not to…
“A-yup. John’s too boring,” Rowan teased, elbowing him playfully. “Except ya do work at a library full of books that are full of boring. So maybe your name fits ya,” she smirked. She let go of his hand after they were outside, rubbing her wrist idly as she watched him carefully as she continued to walk. “Canary and the Protector,” she mused, nodding slowly. “I like it. The Protector of All Things Boring and Not Fun,” Rowan cackled, walking backwards in front of him.
She shrugged, fumbling a bit at the stairs she’d tried to go backwards down. She grabbed him and sheepishly moved beside him, deciding her pride wasn’t worth another round of broken bones. Her leg had just healed, after all. “Duh,” she responded playfully, sticking her tongue out. “Actually, I dunno. What do arch-enemies normally do? I just moved here, don’t know my way ’round yet.”
" I'm not boring! I have fun all the time." Actually John's idea of 'fun', was reading dusty old books on history and physics. But he wasn't going to let her know that, it would give her even more ammo to use against him. He caught hold of Rowan's arm when she stumbled to make sure she didn't break anything else. " Careful, I think you've broken enough bones today."
"Well that won't do. Arch enemies have to know their way around." John thought for a second, then smiled brightly at the girl. " I could show you around if you like. Then you can start plotting my heroic death." He poked her teasingly in the ribs, then grabbed her good hand leading her away from the library. John mentally planed out a tour of the surrounding area, he saw a scooter resting up against a bench and went over to it. He looked both ways, before straddling the scooter, putting on a helmet and motioning for Rowan to sit behind him. "Ready?"
Rowan thought about the offer for a moment. London hadn’t changed much in thirty years, but the stores were all wrong and Rowan could barely navigate her way through her version of London. At the poke, Rowan stabbed her own bony fingers into his ribs. That was her motto – poke people harder than they poke her. “Hey!” she huffed, stumbling after him as he dragged her away from the library. She grinned and sped up her pace to walk beside him. “You know, where I’m from, when a boy breaks a girl’s wrist, he has to buy her lunch.”
“What is that?” she asked, staring at the scooter. Did they have those when she came from? If they did, they weren’t popular in London. She sat down hesitantly behind him. “A motorized bicycle?” Humans used to be so weird. She sighed and put her good arm around him, determined not to fall off it. She put her head against his back, and then frowned as she heard heartbeats. 'Beats'. Her hand went up to his chest, then to the other side of his chest. “Uh… you have two hearts.” It wasn’t so odd to her – she and her entire family had two hearts – but she was firmly aware that humans only had one. “What are you?”
He grinned at her. “Then I’ll just have to buy you lunch.” He strapped on his helmet, hotwiring the scooter to start it up. He’d just return it later, it wasn't really stealing. Just borrowing for a good cause. He looked at canary for a second, “It’s a scooter… It’s kind of like a motorized bicycle.” He couldn’t believe she had never seen a scooter before, they were practically everywhere these days.
Once she was sitting, he took off down the street. Going as fast as a scooter can go. Which wasn’t fast. He smiled when she pointed out his multiple hearts. He was wondering if she’d notice. “I’m a Time lord. Well technically Gallifreyan, but Time Lord sounds cooler.” He glanced back at her, checking to see if she was okay with the fact that he wasn't human. She didn't seem too freaked out to find out he had two hearts, so maybe she was okay with the alien bit. “What are you?” He thought he felt two heart beats too, but better to be on the safe side with just asking then pointing out the fact.
“You’re a Time Lord?” Rowan asked excitedly. As he asked what she was, Rowan rolled her eyes. “I’m just a mutt,” she answered quietly. “I’m a little Gallifreyan, and a little Karlaithyan, some Dulcian, and just a wee tiny pinch of human floating around in there somewhere,” she grinned. “But yeah, two hearts. Big lungs. Hollow bones. It’s why I’m so…” she trailed off, not wanting to admit that she was weak, but that’s exactly what she was. Physically, at least.
“I didn’t think Gallifreyans had such boring jobs, Protector,” she smirked. “I thought they were all tall, dark, handsome, mysterious, and… well, you know. Exciting. You’re the opposite.” She snickered and looked over his shoulder. No key. “That’s okay, though. You’re not all that bad.”
"That doesn't make you a mutt. It just means you have more... history then other people." John didn't know how else to word it, he just wanted to make the canary feel better about who she was. After all, he thought she was great. He noticed that she was about to say fragile, but he decided not to point it out.
"Hey, not all Galifreyans can be as cool as I'am. The universe might just explode." He smirked back at her. "And I don't know what your talking about, I'am tall dark, handsome, and mysterious. Comes with my charm." He turned the corner sharply, heading downtown to a, semi-great restaurant he usually went to. "So whats your real name?"
Rowan snorted and rolled her eyes. “More history? Don’t be an idiot. I’m a mutt. You know it and so do I. Don’t sugar-coat things. It lowers your intelligence, and you can’t spare any.” Despite the rudeness of the words, her tone was light and friendly. It was when Rowan stopped making jabs at people that they should be worried.
“As cool as you are? I pity them,” Rowan scoffed. “And you’re definitely not mysterious. No charm. You have no charm.” She grabbed him a bit tighter as he turned the corner. “What’s it matter to you? We’re arch-enemies, and they never reveal their true identities,” she said. “… but you can call me Rowan.”
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