Smiles and Laughs (Emmy)

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Make a Cyberman angry? Hello! That was the first thing she wanted to do. She wanted the adventure! She craved the action like a triathlete might crave a Gatorade. She followed the Time Lord (there was no would-be in Emmy’s mind; there was no way you could be a would-be anything when it came to species) up to the attic. She watched as he made his way to the top of the ladder and watched, peering up past the Time Lord. Or, at least, she attempted to. He had her beat on the height advantage. She stared up at him irritably, feeling a little cockblocked her first adventure.

He shut the attic and made his way down the ladder. Emmy stared at him, exasperated. “Well… how did a Weevil wind up in there?” he asked. Emmy’s eyebrow shot up. A Weevil? Those were those little beetle things weren’t they? Why did Mark seem to be scared of beetles? Maybe Time Lords weren’t as tough as she’d imagined. But seriously… a beetle? Emmy chuckled a little and patted Mark’s cheek fondly. She didn’t know any beetle heavy enough to sound like footsteps, but perhaps there were a lot of them. Maybe.

She stepped on the ladder and turned to him, a smirk tugging on her lips. “Well there’s only one way to find out!” she chirped, bursting the attic door open and clambering inside it. She peered at the ground closely. No sign of beetles at all. She sighed and rolled her eyes. So Mark had been greatly exaggerating her infestation. She turned around and bumped squarely into a chest.

“You’re a bit taller than I remember ya, Maaaaaoh my god what the hell!” Emmy screeched, her foot kicking out in a kneejerk reaction as she sent the startled alien-creature-whatthehell thing backwards before falling. It hissed up at her. “Mark! Buddy, I don’t know what the ’ell you call this on Time Lordopia or Gallifrey or wherever the 'ell you come from, but this is not a weevil!”

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Mark watched as she raised an eyebrow at him, he figured that the woman did not know what he was talking about.. maybe she was thinking that he was talking about some sort of bug infestation or something. He watched as she climbed up the ladder some and looked down at him, a smirk on her face.

Well there’s only one way to find out!”

The young man instantly got the message of what she was going to do, "Emmy don't!" He yelled as he charged up after her. He watched as she backed into something that she thought was him.


“You’re a bit taller than I remember ya, Maaaaaoh my god what the hell!” Emmy screeched, her foot kicking out in a kneejerk reaction as she sent the startled alien-creature-whatthehell thing backwards before falling. It hissed up at her. “Mark! Buddy, I don’t know what the ’ell you call this on Time Lordopia or Gallifrey or wherever the 'ell you come from, but this is not a weevil!”

Mark grabbed her by the hand and pulled her away from the Weevil, "Come on!" He said as the young man pushed her towards the way out of the attic, looks to the Weevil and jumps back as it swung an arm at him, throwing a fist of his own at it before charging down the ladder and closed the attic up and looked to Emmy, "That up there is a Weevil." He panted.

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Emmy stumbled as Mark pushed her out of the way. “No!” she snapped, glaring at him. “There’s no way I’m going to miss out on my first adventure. Are you out of your mind?” she demanded, but her foot caught on the ladder and she fell down, landing on her back on the floor. She puffed out her cheeks irritably. Well, that hadn’t been supposed to happen. She sat up, rubbing her back as she heard the Weevil fall. Or Mark. She prepared to climb up the ladder and show them both why nobody should mess with Emmy Bergström.

And then Mark climbed down, shutting the attic behind him. She leaned against the wall, staring at him curiously. “So… that’s a Weevil. Not a type of beetle,” she said, rubbing her shoulders as she stared up at the attic. “My parents never said anything about them before. See, my parents, they traveled for ten years with a Time Lady. And then my mum got pregnant with me, and they wanted to raise me normally. I got jipped out of being raised with a time traveling alien.”

“So… how did that thing end up in my attic?” she asked curiously, raising an eyebrow at the young man. “And how can we get it out?”

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“No!” she snapped, glaring at him. “There’s no way I’m going to miss out on my first adventure. Are you out of your mind?”

Mark had no time for arguing, "There is no time for arguing our heads off.." He then tried to grab her before she fell but found himself not able to catch her, that was a strike one there. He walked down from the attic and closed it up. Looking to her quietly.

“So… that’s a Weevil. Not a type of beetle,” she said, rubbing her shoulders as she stared up at the attic. “My parents never said anything about them before. See, my parents, they traveled for ten years with a Time Lady. And then my mum got pregnant with me, and they wanted to raise me normally. I got jipped out of being raised with a time traveling alien.”

Mark nodded, "Yep that is a Weevil. Not a beetle, just an alien with a bad temper." He placed his hands on his hips as he thought of how to get the Weevil out of the attic without harming it or getting Emmy in harms way, "Well.. All I can say is that I understand why they wanted to raise you like a normal.. Erm.. Earthling." Mark admitted, "Being a Time Lord, or Time Lady is not exactly safe.. nor is traveling with one."

“So… how did that thing end up in my attic?” she asked curiously, raising an eyebrow at the young man. “And how can we get it out?”

Mark looked back to the attic, "I'm not sure how it winded up in there. They are not exactly smart enough to figure out how to get into an attic.. or to open a door." He told Emmy as he crossed his arms as Mark thought about how to get it out, "I honestly have no clue on how to get it out.. I guess what could be done is later tonight lure him outside. They do not usually attack people. They just hide in dark places eating garbage and carcasses."

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Emmy rolled her eyes a little as she picked herself up, brushing the imaginary dirt from herself, barely managing to keep her dignity intact. “An alien with a bad temper. Right. That would have been very helpful to know, Mark, when I barged into the attic,” she said dryly, raising an eyebrow at the boy. “A little heads-up, really. ‘Hey, Emmy, a Weevil isn’t a beetle. It’s a bloodthirsty demon from Hell.’” She put her hands on her hips, matching his pose.

She huffed as Mark agreed with her parents. Honestly, was there no one out there with a sense of adventure? She tapped her foot on the ground and shook her head. “That’s the point of it, Mark! To not be safe! And anyway, you wanna talk about safe? Have you seen the crime rates in London? No where’s safe, but I might as well have a little fun being in trouble.”

“Or to get into a locked watch shop without knocking over any of the watches or tripping the alarm,” Emmy pointed out helpfully, perching on the desk. “But obviously it didn’t fly in here, so we’ve either got an exceptionally brilliant Weevil,” she said, squinting up at her attic, “or someone put it in there. I don’t have any enemies who would assassinate me via Weevil though.”

Emmy grinned when he talked about getting it out. “No way! It can be like my guard dog. ‘Weevil, sic ’em, boy!’” she said, cackling with all her plans. “I can feed it... I don’t know, roadkill. Plenty of opossums. Cats. Small children,” she said pleasantly. “Nah, I’m mostly just yanking your chain about the small children, although...” she trailed off thoughtfully, tapping her finger to her lips.

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“That’s the point of it, Mark! To not be safe! And anyway, you wanna talk about safe? Have you seen the crime rates in London? No where’s safe, but I might as well have a little fun being in trouble.”

The Time Lord nodded in agreement, "Yes I have seen the crime rates.." He then laughed, "It does get fun when you are getting into trouble.. sometimes.." He scratched the back of his head as he looked back up to the attic once more before looking to Emmy as she spoke up again.

“Or to get into a locked watch shop without knocking over any of the watches or tripping the alarm,” Emmy pointed out helpfully, perching on the desk. “But obviously it didn’t fly in here, so we’ve either got an exceptionally brilliant Weevil,” she said, squinting up at her attic, “or someone put it in there. I don’t have any enemies who would assassinate me via Weevil though.”

Mark watched closely as Emmy perched herself on the desk once again. She did have some very good points, for someone who was a..blonde she was far sharper than others that he had met in the past, "It could be an exceptionally brilliant Weevil.. which is very unlikely.. or it has fallen into your attic by a Schism." He perched himself on a stack of rather hard, boxes, telling him the items were packed good and tight in the boxes. He put his hand to his chin as he thought about what could have possibly put a Weevil in this young ladies attic.

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“An exceptionally brilliant Weevil,” she repeated drily, raising a blonde eyebrow with a smirk on her face. That certainly didn’t sound plausible at all, and Mark finally admitted as such. “A Schism?” she asked, watching as he sat on a pile of boxes, packed tight with watches and tools. “What do you mean?” she pressed curiously, pulling her legs up on the desk and sitting cross-legged.

She was a clock-maker and a history textbook writer – she didn’t understand astrophysics. She knew the basic definition of a schism, but that didn’t seem to apply. “I suppose asking it is out of the question,” she said, smirking to show that she knew it was. She sighed and grabbed her coat, jumping off the desk. “Well, it’s not doing me any harm up there. I’m going to go find something for it to eat!” she chirped.