The Gentlemen's Guestroom

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The twenty-two year old looked around frantically. They had taken him and Maria and then separated them. He had only JUST begun traveling with her, helping to fill the gap in her life that had been left when his Papa had left her. The last thing he yelled to her as they dragged them apart was "Dont worry, Lapin! I'll find you!"

"Take your hands off of me, Damn it!!" came the rather undignified shout that echoed down the corridor. With a djinn effortlessly holding either of his arms, he was basically being dragged, The djinn facing forward while he was turned to opposite direction. His legs kicked and flailed rather uselessly since he could not get a foothold to get his captors off of him.

When he demanded to know where he was being taken and why, he grew increasingly annoyed that they so nonchalantly ignored him. When they approached the door, one of them took both his arms and held him firmly while the other went to frisking him. "No, seriously, let go!! I'm not into this sort of thing!" he yelled, his leg flailing out, making an attempt to connect. The were removing his personal belongings, leaving him without his weapons, his cigarettes, or his lighter.

Once he'd been deprived every everything but the clothes on his back, he was roughly shoved into the room and the door slammed behind him. Leon threw himself against the door, kicking and slamming his fists into what had become a stone wall in place of an exit. He fumed and cursed with such vulgarity that it is probably best that it be left to the imagination.

The French swears died off when he heard the voices behind him and he spun around. He finally took a moment to observe the people in the room. Most of the faces were out of the timelines that he knew them in. The one that stood out was lick a kick in the teeth as he stared at a very young version of his Papa.. Possibly the youngest he'd ever encountered him. And it was like looking in a Mirror.

Oh God.. Russia. That awkward meeting had only been a few days ago for him. He shifted awkwardly as he looked at his Papa before those bright green eyes looked around to see if there was anyone else he recognized.

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Let’s get one thing straight. Sébastien James Reid didn’t need to impress anybody. And even if he did, it certainly wouldn’t have been a delicate little raven haired boy with very pretty blue eyes. He’d been meeting the boy – Gavri Keâts – in the park for almost a week now. Almost. It was the sixth day, and Sébastien had just gotten up the nerve to ask Gavri to come to one of his concerts. He’d been practicing on his violin much more intensely than he had before, and he’d played sappy songs to the point that his mother was becoming suspicious.

And everything would have been perfect. “O-oh, I was just wondering…” he began, twiddling his thumbs nervously. Nina was prowling around on the ground as the two boys sat on a park bench. She was stalking a grasshopper or some other poor insect. “I, uh… well, my mum, she has extra tickets to my… and…” He was floundering! He cleared his throat, watching Nina intently. He could talk to a stadium full of thousands of people, but Gavri? “To my… concert,” he finally stumbled. His fingers twitched over the instrument – Nina’s Lamp. “Okay… I was wondering maybe if you wanted to—”

“Sébastien!”

“Dammit Nina, will you just shut up for a mo—”

His words were cut off as Nina howled. Her back arched and she yelped. There was a black form beside her and it clutched her. She struggled within the grasps and stared at the two as she squirmed in discomfort. “S-Sebby!” she pleaded, the pale blue eyes of the Ifrit turning black as she struggled against the overwhelming power of the other Djinn. “Don’t touch my master!” she shrieked, kicking her legs wildly as her fingernails descended into claws. Sébastien felt rooted to the spot as he felt someone roughly pulled Gavri and himself off the bench. “Don’t touch him! Let them go! Stop! Sébastien! I’m sorry, I’m sorry,”

And Nina disappeared with a rather sickening pop and pained cry. “Nina…” Sébastien muttered, his grip on her Lamp as tight as it was on Gavri’s arm. There was a slight breeze and he felt himself be separated from Gavri and his fingers twitched from loneliness and incompletion. The floor was hard, no matter how decorative they tried to make the room appear. He stared at the other men in the room, still clutching the violin as though his life depended on it.

He couldn’t feel Nina. She had been a constant presence in his mind for four years. Even when she had a form of her own, he could always feel her emotions and her spirit bearing into his own. But… his head was empty now. There was no Nina, and although he’d dreamt about this day ever since she began making him do very dubious things, it was terrifying. His best friend had just been ripped away from him, and he’d been too confused to do anything about it.

Dammit Nina had been his last words to her, and she’d been trying to protect him and Gavri with her own. That didn’t make him feel like he should be winning any human of the year awards. He took a deep breath and went over to Gavri. “Did they hurt you?” he asked, taking Gavri’s hand and examining it for marks. “Do you have any idea where we are?” he asked, looking at the rest of the people in the room somewhat suspiciously.

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Gavri had managed to sneak out, yet again just so he could meet his new friend Sebastien Reid. This was the sixth... no seventh night he managed to sneak out. The first time, he had met a funny singing woman in a park.

"O-oh, I was just wondering..." Gavri hadn't even noticed that he was spacing out, until he heard Sebby speak up. He turned to look at the blond boy, so as to let him know he had his full attention. "I, uh.. well, my mum, she has extra tickets to my... an..."

Gavri gave Sebby a soft smile, trying to at least calm him down some. Only he wasn't quite sure what he was trying to ask, but if he gave it a bit more thought.. He was somewhat sure that he could have figured it out.

Sebby cleared his throat, and appeared to be watching Nina play some strange version of cat and mouse with an insect of sorts. "To my... concert," He continued, even if he did seem to be fidgeting with his violin.

Gavri was just about to answer him, and opened his mouth to do so, when Sebby tried again. "Okay... I was wondering maybe if you wanted to-"

"Sébastien!"

"Dammit Nina, will you just shut up for a mo-'

As soon as Gavri heard Nina scream and yelped, he tried to run over to her. (After all, even if she was a bit... eccentric with somethings, she still was his friend.) He felt himself being held back by a pair of hands, which he, to no avail, tried to shrug off. He could hear Nina yelling something, and then a "POP" sound.

Gavri could feel Sebastien's grip tighten on his arm, only for them to be pulled away from eachother. He struggled against his captors, trying desperately to fight them off. Only in the end, for him to be pushed into a room, without the picture of his mother.

After kicking the door, in some irratation, he went over to a corner. Shutting his eyes as he leaned against the wall, just trying to get his thoughts together. When he heard Sebby's voice next to him.

"Did they hurt you?" He asked, as he examined his hand.

Gavri shook his head no, "I'm fine... They didn't hurt you did they?" His blue eyes looked over his friend, not seeing any visable marks.

"Do you have any idea where we are?"

Gavri was about to answer him when the door opened and someone he knew very well was brought in. His older brother, and by the looks of him... much older.

He flinched at the amount of cuss words that his older brother was using. If their father knew that he was using that sort of langauge, even if it was in french... Leon would have been, reprimended to say in the least. Worst of it all, their father was here, with them.. But judging by how old he looked, he hadn't even met mama yet. Maybe anyway.

"Tu vieilles." Gavri said with a slight grin at his older brother. Timelines were so awkward sometimes, and considering how a lot of the people in this room looked like they were out of theirs.. Someone was messing with them.

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Fitz Kreiner was not, contrary to popular belief, the self-obsessed little runt that he may come across as. Before the TARDIS had scrambled him around, he would have done anything to save his own skin. He’d changed since being the put-out gardener that the Doctor had met. Fitz suspected the Doctor had that sort of effect on people. You got kidnapped, brainwashed, cloned, chased by Time Lords in a snarky hybrid TARDIS, and then thrown into the middle of a war (and subsequently destroying the planet your best friend comes from) a few times and it tended to change you.

The point was, Fitz had always had a connection with the Doctor. He’d realized it when they were traveling with Sam and he’d had such a violent reaction to potentially leaving the Doctor. And he didn’t know whether it was the TARDIS messing with his brain parts to make him more sympathetic to the Doctor’s emotions or that their connection was natural. Either way, he wasn’t complaining. He couldn’t imagine his life without the Doctor, and he never understood why people would leave. But… clearly there was something out there. Sam never came back, Compassion never would, and Anji had never been a willing participant.

Whatever was out there, it most definitely was not for Fitz Kreiner because it wasn’t with the ineffable Time Lord. After the Doctor had destroyed Gallifrey, he’d noticed the change in his friend’s behavior. He’d never let the Doctor regain his full memories about the event back, and Fitz sometimes wished he could will the TARDIS to let him forget it, too, but someone had to remember. And it wouldn’t be the Doctor. Not this time. And he knew that the business with Sabbath and ripping out his heart had affected him a lot more than he’d let on.

The Doctor had never been completely mellow – the outer appearance was extremely misleading, but Fitz always felt ungrounded when staring into his eyes, like there was too much going on for his mind. Fitz wanted desperately to fix his Doctor. He knew something was wrong with the Doctor just like someone might know that their pet is hurt, or that their child is upset. He could read it in the lines of his face, in the flighty water-blue eyes, and the uneasy words. Perhaps the Doctor could fool anyone else, but he certainly couldn’t fool Fitz Kreiner, self-proclaimed Doctor Expert.

Fitz sighed and slid into the seat opposite of the Doctor. His own tea was still hot in his hands, but he was certain that the Doctor’s had let his grow cold. That was a definite sign something was up – the Doctor would sooner do the hokey-pokey naked next to pole dancing Daleks than let his tea run cold. He pulled it out of the Doctor’s grasp. The blue eyes looked back up at him, and Fitz pushed his own cup in the Doctor’s hands. “You need it more than I do,” Fitz responded with a light shrug. He looked at the Doctor’s chest, trying for nonchalance but coming off just an eyebrow twitch too concerned.

“You really should be resting,” Fitz tried, sipping at the cold Darjeeling. He swallowed it thickly with a forced smile. He would have commented something about being the intergalactic herbal tea martyr, had the Doctor not looked suddenly and very intently paranoid. “Er… Doc—”

He hadn’t been able to get the second syllable out when, with a rush of cold air and what felt like a kick to his stomach, he wasn’t in the TARDIS’ kitchen. He blinked, winded, leaning on a tall monstrous creature. The Doctor got a pretty blonde girl (with a slightly masculine face, but still cute). Bugger his luck.

“Er…”

Fitz tried to move away from the creature holding him, but the grip tightened on his arm. “Fitz, don’t struggle... If they wanted us dead it would have been done by now. They must want something… Let’s play along for now, yes?”

Typical Doctor. Fitz stared hard at the Time Lord before letting himself go limp. “Yeah, sure,” he said, flinching as the creature’s massive hands brushed against him. ‘Brush’, of course, being a very potent under-exaggeration. Each ‘pat’ made the air be forced from his chest a little, and he squeaked out his disapproval when the giant pulled away his leather jacket. “My fags are in there! And my lighter, and… stuff!” he said, flustered. He felt quite vulnerable only in his pajamas now that they had taken his jacket he always wore out of habit.

The creature picked him up effortlessly and began to move him away from the Doctor. Panic filled Fitz and he began struggling in earnest, flailing his arms and legs and employing the use of teeth and fingernails. “Hey! Put me down! Stop it! You can’t make me leave the Doctor!” he said, his cheeks flushing angrily. He hooked his legs around a corner. “Bugger off!” he demanded, flinching as he was shoved inside of a room… without the Doctor.

Fitz took a deep breath and analyzed the situation. All men – or boys, in some of their cases. Other than that, their similarities seemed to end. The Doctor could handle himself for the moment. In any case, he wasn’t going to accomplish anything by slamming his fists against the door and screeching for him. He’d just have to work a little Kreiner magic in here and…

Before he could even come up with anything remotely close to the grandeur of one of the Doctor’s plans, a door appeared behind him and the Doctor was shoved inside and Fitz collided awkwardly with him. He nearly wrapped the Time Lord in a gentle hug while being wary of his chest, when he realized that there was cool flesh instead of velvet frock. The awkward close quarters soon grew even more awkward as Fitz realized they had stripped the Doctor down.

“…Why?” Fitz sputtered, unbuttoning his flannel shirt quickly. He knew the Doctor didn’t have quite the same views of sex and nudity as a human did, but he suspected even the Doctor must feel a little humiliated by the lack of coat. He put the shirt on the front of the Doctor, slipping behind him to tie the shirt around the slender waist. His cheeks heated up, and Fitz tried to look away and not think about the fact that he had a naked man essentially underneath his fingertips. His hands trembled slightly as he tied the shirt around him. He would never be able to wear that shirt again.

Fitz moved to the front of the Doctor and was prepared to launch into a rather patronizing rant that went something along the lines of listening to Fitz and not letting pretty blonde gits strip search you, but the words died on his lips as he looked to the scar on his chest. “Just be careful.” He offered the Doctor a bright grin and spun on his heels, observing the rest of the men in the room with them.

“I hardly think sitting around here is going to solve anything. You, Doctor?” Fitz asked loudly, pausing only for a moment for an interjection. “Didn’t think so! Name’s Kreiner. Fitz Kreiner.” He debated sitting on one of the beds or couches offered, but he was too full of tense and nervous energy to consider it. “Human,” he added belatedly. “Ish. The ‘ish’ might be important.”

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Nate rubbed his tired eyes, and set his book down, leaving his study. He made his way down the hallway, using the wall for support. He was adamant that he didn’t need his cane to get around. He really should have been using it though. With the broken tip of a knife pressing against his spine, he was in agony with every other step. But it was a small price to pay. He'd killed Yvellyn, his own daughter. He'd meant to shoot Rio. Not even to kill him. A shoulder wound would have slowed him down, possibly even bring him to his knees. But his daughter had stubbornly come between him and Rio just as he'd fired. He was still haunted by the memory of her, limp in Rio's arms, the man's face, neck, and chest covered in Yvie's blood. Nate had put a bullet through her head.

Nate stopped in the hallway and felt himself slumping slightly. It had only been a few weeks ago. Nate looked like hell. His sides were full of stab wounds, his nose was broken and his face was just now beginning to fade from the bruising. His hand was still broken in several places, leaving him unable to use his gun. He was on temporary medical leave at the moment. Nate really needed it. He had Raya and NJ to think about. After losing Yvellyn, Raya and NJ meant more to him than ever before. He stopped in his two year old daughter's room to look in on her. Nj was sound asleep. Nate gently trailed his fingers through the girl's messy blond hair and pulled the blanket up over her, leaning in to kiss her hair before heading into his own room. Raya lay there, sound sleep, sprawled out like a cat, her burgundy red hair, a tangled mess. His wife.

He smiled down at her, remembering the first time he'd met her... little minx had handcuffed him to a door before eluding him. (Stealing his cuff keys as well) He sat at the edge of the bed and smiled down at her. Raya seemed to smile in return and rested her hand on his knee. “You really should use the cane, Nate. I hate seeing you like this” But Nate just shrugged lightly, passing his hand through her hair. “I need some air. I'm going to go take a walk” He kissed her lips gently with that usual smug look on his face before heading out the door. But Raya's persistent voice made him pause “Your cane, Nate”. Nate rolled his eyes, but took up the cane and smirked at her. “You know something, Mrs. Cross.. You're a stubborn little thing”

He still didn’t use it. He was adamant he didn’t need it. He walked from the house, the cane resting on his shoulders, his arms hung over it. “Physical Therapy... What a joke.. I need a f*cking shrink.. I must be out of my mind” he grumbled under his breath. But his thoughts were interrupted by a low chuckle. Nate turned his head just enough to look over his shoulder and glare. He was in no mood for games so late in the evening. “Glad you're amused.. You're also trespassing.”

“Oh I think you have no room to speak to me of trespassing, Nathaniel. You've amassed yourself quite a debt. I'm here to collect” Nate arched a brow, bringing the cane down , finally using it for support as he turned to face the man. “Debt?” The blond man smirked at him. “Indeed” and drew what what looked like a rapier from what Nate originally thought was a simple walking stick. Nate groaned. He was in no mood, and in no physical shape to deal with this. And to make matters, worse, Nate was not left handed.

He gripped his cane tightly, those dark green eyes narrowing at the blond. “Okay, what is this really about?” But the only reply that Nate received was a quick jab of a sword into his side and felt it quickly withdrawn. Nate doubled over, clutching the now bleeding side and looked up at the blond. “Dont worry, Human. I missed all the important organs. If I wanted you dead, I would have slit your throat. No...” he seemed to smirk with a malice that made Nate's blood run cold. “No, I think I will let you die as slowly as possible. I might even let you have the honor of watching The Goddess die. After all, You killed your own daughter. Watching your lover die should hardly effect you”

Before Nate had the chance to reply, he felt exhausted and heavily sedated. As Nate slumped to the ground, looking up at the man, groggy eyed, the blond rolled his eyes “The blade is laced with a heavy sedative.. You'll wake when we arrive... Alright, Take him” . The two Shayteen who appeared beside him, glared down at the Time Lord. “We do not take orders from you, Lord of Time. We act on behalf of The Head of The Council” The Time Lord chuckled and casually turned to face them. “And The Head of The Council and I have a certain... arrangement. You will heed me or I will bury you in a salt mine” There was silence after that.

When Nate awoke, his head was throbbing, his spine was on fire and his ribs were screaming. He went to reach into his pocket for the percocet he'd been prescribed to find they'd been taken. Along with his cane and cellphone. And to make matters worse, Nate was still bleeding and was practically freezing. “Fantastic.. F*cking fantastic.” he rested against the wall and glanced around. Oh well wasn't this just a brilliant wave of nostalgia that he didn’t need right now. Two Rio's, a nearly Rio, and The Nomad.... How could this day possibly get any worse.. Oh right.. Apparently they had The Goddess as well... Fantastic.

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The Mentor was walking quietly along the nearly empty, London street. His favorite frock coat and scarf on, he was very warm. He then felt something wet on his nose, with his stunning blue eyes, the Time Lord looked up to see that there were rain clouds above, "Oh good.. I love the rain, even better for it to rain on my favorite day of the week."

The was a young looking woman who had rounded the corner and came to a stop infront The Mentor. her expression seemed sad and she lifted her eyes reluctantly.. "I'm really sorry about this... But you have to come with me"
The Mentor looked down at the woman, his blue eyes narrowing to a squint as he studied the woman. Something was telling him not to trust her, it was a hint in her tone of voice, "I am thinking.." He paused for a moment as all the clues came to him, "That I should not trust you.. and that there is something troubling you." The Time Lord brought his hands out of his pockets, "Why would I want to come with you?"

The woman bit her lower lip and tilted her head, her fair blond hair clinging tightly to her head "You dont have to 'want' anything.. I have my orders.. Please.. He has my brother.. I have to collect you" if it hadn't been raining, it would be plain to see she was crying.

"They have your brother? How does any of this involve me?" Mentor asked, he could tell by the way she was holding her body that she was clearly in trouble. Bertie placed his hands back into his pockets, "Alright.. you can take me only if you answer this one question.. Who has your brother?"

The young woman smiled up at him, thankfully. She would have taken him, whether he was willing or not... but his compliance made things simpler on her. "The Head of The Council".. before The Mentor could reply to this, the woman had clapped her hands together. The London streets disolved around them. Their new location was quite frigid.

The Mentor was about to ask who the head of this council was when the woman suddenly clapped her hands together. The Time Lord instantly knew that he was no longer in London as the air was more frigid and the air smelled differently, "Where are we?" The Mentor asked as he looked to the woman.
She lowered her head, almost shamefully and turned her head away "We are in The Djinn realm". she then, without hesitating, put her hands on him, checking his pockets.

The Time Lord looked around, the Djinn? This woman is either a Djinn or working for them.. maybe even forced, he jumped when she started checking his pockets, "You could have just asked for me to empty my pockets young lady.." The Time Lord said sternly, as he turned his coat pockets inside out to show there was nothing in them.

"S..sorry... We have to search everyone. I'm really sorry about this" using one hand to push him against the wall.. she was amazingly stronger than she looked. Another joined them. It was a massive hulk of a creature with dark red skin and fearsome horns protruding from his skull.

The Mentor grunted as he was forced back into a wall where a large creature held onto the Time Lord. Bertie struggled some and in response it held him in place tighter, bruising his arms some.
"Hold him.. I will continue the search" and she meekly frisked him. Her cheeks were quite red as she got to the pants pockets, removing literally anything and everything, leaving him with nothing but the clothes on his back.

The Time Lord was shocked to find that his pockets were being searched, trying to move so that she could not, but it was to no avail. When it was all done he had nothing but the clothes on his back and was being forcibly led down a hallway.

"I really am sorry about this.." The woman yelled to him.

The Mentor tried looking back at her when he heard a door slowly open and was pushed inside. The Time Lord fell to the ground, just barely keeping himself from smashing his nose into the floor. The man got up and watched as the door closed quickly, sighing the Time Lord looked around the room at everyone, wondering just how many more these Djinn were planning on stuffing into this room.

Walking to a wall next to a scruffy looking bloke who was also sitting by the wall. He sat some ways from the man, his eyes squinted some as he looked around the room, “Why all of us? How many more are they going to bring here?” The Time Lord asked himself, not expecting the man next to him to reply or take notice to what he was saying.

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The Doctor had been pacing for the last twenty minutes. Something felt wrong, horribly wrong. Normally, he was far better composed than this but with only having the one heart, The Doctor always seemed to be teetering on the brink of a panic attack. He had honestly forgotten about the tea, and he never did that. He clutched his chest woefully, the single heartbeat feeling so foreign and.. well... alien to him. “You need it more than I do,” Fitz's voice stirred him from his thoughts and with an unsteady hand, took the cup of tea. “Oh.. Right.. Tea.. I have my own cup, Fitz” he calmly replied, forgetting that it had long since gone cold.

“You really should be resting,” Fitz replied before sipping the cold tea and grimacing befor offering a forced smile.”Nonsense, Fitz. I'll be fine. It'll take more than that to slow be down.” The Doctor smiled lightly as he gently patted his chest. “Although, I will admit.....” but his words trailed off from there. There was that unsettling feeling again and The Doctor went back to pacing.  “Er… Doc—”

Fitz was cut off from his words when two entities entered the TARDIS. That made The Doctor frown quite a bit. Nothing was supposed to be able to infiltrate the TARDIS. Nothing could come inside or out without his consent. And he certainly hadn't allowed the intrusion. But far be it from The Doctor to be rude. “Oh.. We werent expecting company so late in the evening. My companion and I were just enjoying some tea... We would be more than happ-”

“Please.. Dont make this harder than it has to be.” The young woman said in a soft voice. There was a sadness in her eyes that made The Doctor hold his breath. She nodded to the other who had accompanied her. A massive lumbering hulk of a being who then took hold of his companion. Rather forcefully. As Fitz suddenly began to struggle against the being, The Doctor calmly spoke to him. “Fitz, don’t struggle... If they wanted us dead it would have been done by now. They must want something… Let’s play along for now, yes?”

The Doctor gave a sigh of relief as Fitz ended his struggle and nodded to the woman. But.. As he looked at her, there was something else to her. Something familiar that tickled at the back of his mind. Something about her seemed so familiar that it was actually frustrating The Doctor to no end. “Wouldn't dream of it, Miss.....?” The woman lowered her eyes for a moment before looking back to The Doctor and over to Fitz. “Shezaan... I'm called Shezaan. We have to leave now”

The Doctor gave Fitz his award winning “Don't Panic” smile before the TARDIS was suddenly gone. As was Fitz. That sent a slight wave of anger through him. Fitz had been the one companion he had the had stayed beside him through everything. The one constant that he could remember in between his bouts of amnesia. There was always Fitz. He glared evenly at Shezaan. “What have you done with my companion?” She wouldn't even look at him as she leg go of him. “He's safe. They all are. Now.. I need to take your belongings. The Head of The Council's orders..” The Doctor arched a brow as she seemed to awkwardly reach for him and into his pockets. “The Head of The Council? Why does that sound familiar?”

“My brother probably mentioned him, Doctor.. You should remember him. Beautiful blue eyes, black hair.. We're twins you know.. Do you remember Aixa?” And the name hit The Doctor rather soundly. The Labyrinth. Oh yes, he remembered Aixa. He was a djinn that was adamant on protecting his mistress. He was actually surprised he remembered. Many of the details from his former lives were hazy. He couldnt remember the woman's name.. but he certainly remembered The Nothing and the little girl. A chill went down his spine at the memory. He was snapped back to reality when Shezaan huffed, still removing copious amounts of random items from The Doctor's pockets before she finally wailed “I dont have time for this.. Just take off your clothes...”

The Doctor's cheeks colored slightly as he looked at Shezaan. “All of them?” he shifted hesitantly. “Everything with pockets, Doctor.” Shezaan replied sternly. “But.... Oh very well.” he sighed that long drawn out sigh, slipping out of his clothing. He then realized. Today had been an absolutely dreadful day to experiment with 'going commando'. The Doctor's hands sheepishly went to cover between his legs as he looked to the young woman. “I dont suppose you have anything to replace my garments with? A bit of sheet would suffice, if nothing else.” The djinn only shook her head and before placing a hand on The Doctor's shoulders and ushered him out and led him into the room where the others were waiting.

Before he knew what was happening, he was pushed into his companion, Fitz, and found the mans arms quite snugly around him. But his companion took an awkward step back, his face as flustered as The Doctor felt. “…Why?” Fitz sputtered, removing his own shirt to give to him. “Ah, Thank you, Fitz” tying the bit of flannel around his waist, smiling appreciatively to his companion. “They apparently needed to remove my personal belongings. She got a little fed up with inter-dimensional pockets and made me remove everything” .He watched as Fitz's eyes traveled to his chest and The Doctor meekly placed a hand over the scar. “Just be careful.”

“Oh, I'll be quite alright, Fitz.” he remarked, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible as he looked around, observing the room and it's occupants. “I hardly think sitting around here is going to solve anything. You, Doctor?” He chuckled, looking up at his slightly taller companion and nodded approvingly. “Quite” “Didn’t think so! Name’s Kreiner. Fitz Kreiner..... Human,” he added belatedly. “Ish. The ‘ish’ might be important.”

“The Doctor” he added with his own introduction, before looking to Fitz and placing a hand on the fidgety man's shoulder “And incidentally, Fitz.. You're still human where it counts, in my book” gently placing a hand to the man's chest. He eyed the dark haired, bright green eyed man who was kicking and screaming at the door and uttering obscenities that he dare not repeat. His attire suggested he was a priest, but the profanity and the obvious temper suggested otherwise.

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Riocard Keâts was not having a very good evening. Quite the opposite, if he were to be honest with himself. He wasn’t particularly impressed with the room that he’d been put in, and even less happy with the fact there were no windows, no doors, and there were many other men in the room. He didn’t recognize any of them, but they seemed to recognize others. He sighed, watching as they shifted into their groups. He felt naked and vulnerable without his satchel. All of his dearest possessions were in that bag – he needed it. It was his father’s. His fingers clutched the rosary.

At least they hadn’t taken his rosary from him. He liked to think of himself as a good Catholic… with occasional lapses, but a good Catholic nonetheless. Maggie had been adamant that there was a God, and Maggie would never lie to him. He pressed his forehead against the cool wall, taking deep breaths to bring himself out of the oncoming panic attack. No, he needed to calm down. His fingers shook nervously. He could only pray that Maggie would be safe. Perhaps she was being treated better than he was. He shut his eyes and whimpered.

He would have remained sulkily in the corner had he not heard the French curses. He looked up curiously, watching the priest curse like a sailor with a broken bone. A smile tugged at his lips. It was his priest. Rio peered at him closely – Rio had aged two years himself, but his priest still looked as he did from his memories. Memories? Rio could only remember glimpses of flesh and the gripping scent of secrecy. His priest… Rio clutched the rosary around his neck as he gazed at the man. His priest glanced towards him and he recognized the recognition.

And he had never felt so grateful to have a reoccurring hallucination. He rubbed his arms, wondering when the last time he’d been drugged up was. He crawled forward until he could grasp something to gain leverage. He stood shakily, watching as the man threw himself at where the door had once been. His priest. His priest. “My Avi,” he whispered hoarsely, the world spinning around him. His mouth was as dry as paper, and he leaned over, disorientated. Where was he? He looked at his arm, confused. He hallucinated some pretty strange things, but Maggie had always been there for him.

“Luc…” he tried, but shook his head. “Luci… l-luciole,” he finished, slightly incoherent. “Maggie… I lost her,” he said, wiping his eyes tearfully. He shivered and leaned against the wall. His priest was there – he hadn’t seen his priest since Russia. “My Avi,” he mumbled again, grabbing his priest with trembling hands. Normally he was very strong, wasn’t he? But since he’d began using the drugs he wasn’t. Maggie always fussed at him because he was losing weight that he couldn’t afford to lose.

Wait, what was he doing? He stared his pale hands, then at his shirtless body. Why would they take his shirt? Something… something to do with… his mind was muddled and confused, and he could simultaneously remember and disremember being taken. He nearly withdrew his hands, embarrassed and ashamed of the marks on the insides of his arms. My priest…

He opened his mouth to try to form another few words, but then a very disgruntled man was thrown inside the room. Followed by a very naked man. He hid his face in his priest’s neck. He listened as they introduced themselves. A doctor? Rio’s fingers clutched his priest tighter, his breathing coming in short gasps against Léon’s neck. Doctors… British doctors. Except now that he thought about it, nearly all the accents he was hearing were British. Perhaps they were kidnapping the British and had gotten confused?

“I’m not British!” he shouted irritably, shaking his priest gently. “Am I? I’m not! Not British, not British, I’m French! France! Vive la France!” he cackled, giggling hysterically as he stumbled away from his priest. Except then he was lost and everything was swimming in colors. He needed his priest. He cleared his throat, determined. “I’m… my name is…” His head flitted through names that he knew and didn’t know, and both seemed accurate and very wrong. “I’m human. Not ‘ish’. Human human human human human human! I don’t… I don’t remember what my name is.”

He giggled hysterically and stumbled back to his priest. “My name…” he muttered again. But he couldn’t think of it, so he grabbed his priest again and kissed him softly, his shaking fingers brushing his priest’s ears. “I’m scared,” he admitted against his priest’s lips, his fingers trailing the priest’s ears. “My Avi…” he murmured, his teeth scraping against his priest’s ear. “We’ll be fine, my Avi,” he promised.

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WELL! I Mean really now! This was not the day he'd had planned at all. NOT at ALL! His first day on Earth, enjoying the sights and sounds of a strange and wonderful planet he had heard so much about. It had been going so well, too. Bright and warm light radiating from a single bright yellow sun, warm crisp spring time air (with the occasional bit of English rain) and well.. a rather nice day, if you asked Lysander. Unfortunately, no one did.

And wouldn't you know it, pretty as you please, there came a yelp that just pulled at his heart strings. Yes Sir. There was a child in need!

Far be it from The Whisper to deny a crying child the assistance they needed. Perhaps, now that he looked back on it, his adoration for children was more a weakness than a virtue. He rubbed his temples as he tried to recall exactly what had happened. Oh yes.. That's right. A little dark haired boy with the saddest blue eyes had taken a stumble and his knee had been bleeding quite profusely. The Whisper simply couldn't walk past without tending to him. Oh the follies of being a compassionate time lord.

Turned out that this little boy was quite the actor. Whisper couldn’t remember exactly what happened next.. Just a very unsettling smile, mouth full of dagger-like teeth, and a cold voice mocking him for his kindness. Next thing he knew, he was here, with a splitting headache. He ran his fingers through his thick chocolate curls and observed for a moment. There were two young teens, two young adults and a good few adults. Some of them, he could tell at a glance they were time lords.

Ah!! Lovely!! Introductions!! He stood, brushing the debris from his clothing, flashing cheerful smile. Perhaps too cheerful given their circumstances. Fitz and The Doctor gave their names and he chimed in brightly, his voice, deceptively effeminate despite his tall figure and build. He bowed with a slight slight flourish of his hands. “The Whisper” he spoke in a soft and gentle tone. “Time Lord, of course.. Do any of your gents perchance have an idea why we've been collected?” He inquired rather calmly.

He calmly tried to ignore the awkward display of the 'twins' clinging to each other, one of which was nipping on the other's ear. His cheeks flustered and he turned his head away. He smiled in attempt to seem comforting to the two younger boys, oblivious that the dark haired one was, in fact, his grand nephew.

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Leo walked along in the rain, his coat heavy with water; his face showed that he has obviously been crying. For weeks.. no months, maybe a year he has been searching for Maria, who has strangely gone missing. He does not know who took her or where the kidnapper took her to.. Or if she was even alive. The thought of loosing Maria caused a stabbing pain in his chest. Taking in a few panicked breaths he finally made a straight, poker face and went back to walking in the rain.

The man picked up his pace as the rain got heavier, it really was a good thing that he left Mark with his grandfather, The Shadow while he is searching. He has gone to countless planets, including Earth where most of the places were not safe for Mark at all. At least Leo knew that Mark will have a good time with Shadow, who will keep a close eye on the boy as the two Time Lords do not know the answer to who, how or why Maria vanished. He did not have to worry about Magpie much as she is now married with kids. Leo smiled a little at the thought of his daughter being married, and having kids.. then suddenly became angry when he remember Nate shooting and killing Magpie, even though he was really aiming for Rio, but still the man killed his daughter and tried to kill his son in law. That really did put Nathanial on the bad list, it was a real shame because he did like the man.

Walking another three or four blocks, maybe more as Leo lost count of how many streets he has crossed of Los Angeles the Time Lord came to a stop. The streets at this time of night were mostly filled with gang members, not a good time or place to be walking alone. He looked behind him to see a tall bloke walking closely behind him, sighing the Time Lord just pressed on. His head held low to keep the rain out of his eyes, looking up every two or three minutes to look around. The bad thing about the rain is that it washes away scents in the area, including other Time Lords and Ladies.

Stopping under a market tent that was vacant, Leo shook his head to clear it of some of the rain water, it did little good. The Time Lord sneezed violently and shook his head again in response. Leo suddenly felt a wave of exhaustion and hunger, how long was it since he ate or slept?

He brought a hand up to his eyes and rubbed at them, mutter inaudible words that were of an alien tongue. Hearing footsteps he looked up to see it was the same man that was walking behind him earlier.

“You are in my tent.” The man said, crossing his arms over his chest.

Leo sighed, “I’m sorry, I am just trying to get out of the rain.” The Time Lord said quietly and made a move to get out of the tent but the man blocked him, “Excuse me please.” The Nomad said quietly.

The man shook his head, “You used my tent, you have to pay up.”

Nomad sighed, “I have no money..” The man moved closer to Leo, already exhausted and no where in the mood to dealing with this kind of folk, snapped and grabbed the man by the collar of his shirt, “You listen to me! I am in the middle of searching for someone very important to me. If you value your life you will get out of my way and stay out of it!” He shoved the man to the side and walked out of the tent. Stuffing his hands into his pockets, Leo walked out in the cold rain again.

There came a soft 'Tsk tsk tsk' from behind him. There stood a man with short blond hair, piercing pale blue eyes, wearing all black. He was following at some distance behind The Nomad. "You've developed quite the temper since last we met."

The man chuckled and plucked something from his trench coat pocket and waved it, almost tauntingly. "Have you lost something?" Leo, immediately recognized it.. it was Maria's Laser Screwdriver.

Leo stopped when he heard someone talking behind him, turning around he looked at the man, the scent was familiar.. but the voice sure was not. He stared at the man, squinting his pinkish eyes, that were due to crying, as he looked through the falling rain at the man.

"The last time.. are you The Reaper?" Leo asked, keeping his hand to his forehead like a shade to protect his eyes from the rain, then dropped them as his arm started to feel like a ten pound weight, "Yeah I have developed quite a temper I'm afraid. It naturally came to me after regenerating, I believe it has something to do with what you did to my daughter." Leo tightened his hands into fists.

The man was honestly too exhausted to really do any fighting, even his throat tightened up when he raised his voice. He liked down for a moment, thinking about his wife. He would have a lot of explaining to do if he got killed again and reappeared in front of Maria with a new face again. His hearts sank as he thought about Maria, tears flooding his eyes again.

He glanced up as Reaper reached into his trench coat and pulled out.. his eyes widened as he saw the sonic screwdriver. It was Maria's! How did he? Leo opened and closed his mouth several times before finally able to talk, "How.. where did you come across that?" The Time Lord choked.

The Reaper canted his head gently to the side with a smirk, seeming rather amused by Nomad's lack of composure. "This little trinket?" he calmly waved the laser screwdriver in front of Leo like wagging a bone in front of a hungry dog. "She's safe within our care."

The Reaper offered his hand rather cordially. "I can take you too her if you like.. although.. there's a slight catch..."

Leo found that even though he wanted to just yell at the other Time Lord that his energy was sapped as it was, he hated the smirk on The Reaper's face. Just how much Nomad loved the idea of wiping that smirk off his face. His shoulders slumped with his arms almost hanging as though they were useless. Looking at the screwdriver, "Our? Who has Maria? Your twin?" Leo asked as he reached out and took the screwdriver out of Reaper's hand, rather gently then a snatch. He looked down at it, his fist holding it tightly as he brought it to his forehead, closing his eyes tightly.

He looked up as The Reaper as he held his hand out, he dropped his hand, still clutching the screwdriver tightly, "Please take me to her Reaper. I have to see her." He blinked, "What's the catch?"

"The catch is.. You can come quietly without too much of a fuss, and I'll assure you she'll remain unharmed." Of course, what The Reaper wasn't telling him was that.. The Maria he was looking for and The Maria in Reaper's possession were two completely different incarnations.

The Reaper smirked darkly "And.. incidentally, my dear Nomad... I think your little song bird rather 'enjoyed' my company.. Pity you had to wipe her memories." he taunted darkly.

Before The Nomad had much time to retaliate in anger, The Reaper was waving his hand in a casual dismissive way and a lumbering massive beast with dark scarlet skin and massive black horns was clutching The Nomad.

"I wouldn't struggle if I were you. Shayteen are not know for their gentility."

Leo looked down in disappointment as The Reaper spoke, feeling a tear run down from his left eye as the man stared at the ground in front of him, retracting his hand from the other Time Lord at the mention of his 'Song bird'. It sounded as though The Reaper was purposely taunting him to get Leo angry. It worked Leo moved to lunge at the other Time Lord, wanting to beat his brains out for what he did to his daughter, even now, a regeneration later Leo could not forgive himself or The Reaper for what he did to Magpie, "You.. You! Yeah you better get something to keep me away from you!" He yelled as he struggled against the beast as it held him. He could feel his arms starting to bruise as anger filled his eyes in deep rage towards the other Time Lord, forgetting about his exhaustion, he now wanted to just beat the living daylights out of The Reaper.

"Let go of me!" The Nomad demanded, not heeding The Reaper's warning as they were suddenly teleported to someplace else. Of course because of his sudden rage, Leo struggled with the captors, before being stripped of everything except for the clothes on his back. They had to literally almost break his fingers just to get Maria's sonic screwdriver out of his hand. Then the large beast roughly lead him to the room where the other men were, "Where's Maria! Where is my wife?!" But the beast would not reply and shoved Leo into the room, landing on the cold floor.

Breathing heavily, his tear stained eyes looked around the room before coming to a groggy stand, his eyes staring at the floor. All he could think about was what The Reaper said about him and Maria, with what he did to M while Leo agpie, he promised her that he would not let anything happen to her.. yet it did when Reaper got to her and Mark. Here he was searching under every rock in the universe trying to find Maria and was reminded of what Reaper did to his daughter, as if he was not tormented enough. The more he thought about it tears flooded his eyes again at the thought that he has not found her yet and has the whole time been lying to Magpie about her mother's disappearance.. and the lies to The Shadow.

He then spotted his two grandchildren, “Gavri? Leon? What are you two doing here? I thought you were with your mother..” The Time Lord said to the two of them.

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Leon wasn't sure what to make of everything at the moment. There were just too many people in here for his personal taste. He wasn't claustrophobic, but it was getting just a tad crowded. When his little... very.. little brother made a remark at him about his age, Leon rolled his eyes, slightly annoyed, and stared down at his brother. “Et je vois que vous n'avez pas encore atteint la puberté.” before looking at Sebastien and uttering a slight groan. “Not only that.. I have to deal with you two being awkward all over again?” pointing an accusing finger between the two of them. He had half a mind to tell his brother to man up and kiss him already but.. Bleh.. Time lines.

As his eyes locked with his fathers, he saw that flash of recognition and the back of his neck and ears were absolutely burning at the memory. His fingers twitched uncomfortably at his sides as he nodded, perhaps a bit meekly, at his Papa. He had to look away. He looked older than the last time he saw him. Perhaps a year or so. He was certainly a little taller. It had only been a week for him and the memories very vividly burned into his mind. He had to adjust the high white collar so he could swallow, but it didn’t help because he realized the tightness was in his own throat.

Leon sighed slightly and glanced back over to Rio.. who was now crawling awkwardly towards him. Damn it.. he needed help. Leon was never made aware of his father's drug use when he was little. It never really came up. The only discussion about drugs he'd ever gotten from his parents was 'I catch you doing it and I'll skin you alive'.. And that had been from his Mama. He didn’t dare ask his Papa about it if his mother was so strongly opposed to it since his mother was usually the more laid back and mellow of the two of them. He took his papa into his arms rather protectively. Something was wrong. “Avi?”

“Luc… Luci… l-luciole,”  Rio stumbled over his own words.. He almost seemed worse off than when he'd seen him in Russia.. Luciole? Oh yes. His father's pet name for Maggie. Oh god, had something happened to his mother? If he remembered his time lines about right.. Maggie was supposed to have been with him. “It's alright, Avi.. Take your time.” He shuddered slightly as his Papa's arms wrapped around him. “Maggie… I lost her,” he said, wiping his eyes tearfully.”A.. Avi.. It's going to be alright.” “My Avi,” Leon closed his eyes with a slight sigh.

It was so strange calling each other 'Avi'. But it wasn't too far fetched. His mother had named him after his father.. They were both 'Xavier'.. they were both 'Avi'.. but that didn’t make it feel any less strange. He ran his fingers through Rio's hair, determined to keep his father calm.

“I hardly think sitting around here is going to solve anything. You, Doctor?”... A Doctor? He looked down at Rio, that worried expression plain for all to see. The last time he'd seen his papa so out of it.. people died. “I’m not British!” he shouted irritably, “Am I? I’m not! Not British, not British, I’m French! France! Vive la France!” “Essayez de rester calme, Avi...” He wrapped his arms tightly around Rio, trying to keep the man calm before looking at Gavri. The look in his green eyes was a look of 'Don't you dare say a word'. And shuddered almost violently when Rio buried his face to the curve of his neck. “Quite” the nearly naked man replied. “Didn’t think so! Name’s Kreiner. Fitz Kreiner.....” 

Leon nodded calmly at Fitz. “I’m… my name is…” He arched a brow looking down at him. How could he not remember his own name?

"Human,” he added belatedly.“Ish. The ‘ish’ might be important.” Leon arched a brow at Fitz.. How could someone be 'human-ish'? Has he a hybrid too? He was about follow up with his own answer when his father when off on an excitable incoherent tangent.  “I’m human. Not ‘ish’. Human human “ “Avi” “human human” “Avi..” “human human!” "AVI!” “I don’t… I don’t remember what my name is.” Leon sighed kissing Rio's forehead. He was really out of it. “You're name is Rio.. Remember?”

“The Doctor” As the rest of the men went to make their introductions, just as Leon was about to introduce himself, he let out an undignified and somewhat shrill squeak as his papa suddenly pressed against him, running his fingers over those sensitive ears, his papa giggling like he had just completely lost his mind. “A.. Avi?” he somehow managed to squeak out before his father's lips softly caressed his own. Leon could feel his throat go tight and he was suddenly tightly gripping Rio's shoulders, about to push him away when he softly whispered  “I’m scared” Leon found himself coiling his arms tightly around Rio's waist, trying to give the man some sense of comfort while trying to move his lips away from his father's. His cheeks, the back of his neck, and his ears a deep crimson. “My Avi…” Rio murmured, and Leon nearly came crashing to his knees when his teeth grazed scraping the ear. “We’ll be fine, my Avi,” he promised. 

What could he do? His father was obviously not in his right mind. He couldn’t push him away because that might send his father into his classic panic attack from the 'rejection'.. But he couldn't just let his own father do what he was doing. He felt so trapped and confused.. Those barely lucid memories of Russia came flooding back. He'd tried to forget what had happened between them. But this was an all too sudden drastic realization that what happened in that church in Russia was no delusion. He tried to clear his throat but could only whimper “Je sais, mon Avi.. Everything will be alright. I've got you. And dont worry.. we.. we'll find Maggie, Ouais?”

He lifted his eyes when he heard Leo stumble in and Leon's hears sank a bit. This was starting to look less and less like a random string of abductions and more like someone trying to mess wit his family. He had no idea that they reason they were here ran so much deeper than a simple matter of revenge.

"I.. I think we're all outside our timelines, Gramps.." He nodded down at the trembling man in his arms with a confused and distraught look. "it's my.. er... This is Rio.."

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"They didn't hurt you, did they?"

Well, Sébastien's ego had taken quite a bruising, but there were no physical injuries. Yet. He took a deep breath, proud of himself for not screaming like a frightened little girl, although he certainly felt like it. His head never been so ineffably quiet. The absence of Nina was something that he had always silently wished for, but now that it was a reality it was terrifying. He looked between Gavri and the green-eyed man his friend was talking to. The back of his neck went hot as Gavri slipped into French. The two bore a slightly resemblance to one another, and Gavri had mentioned having brothers. Perhaps this was one of them?

The man seemed not at all happy to see Gavri and abruptly switched back to English, presumably so Sébastien could understand the dig at him. "Not only that," the man said, pointing accusingly between them. Sébastien felt shame creep up inside him, feeling guilty for something that he was fairly certain he hadn't done. He had never seen this man before... how on Earth could he have offended him that quickly? "I have to deal with you two being awkward all over again?" he demanded. Awkward? All over again? Sébastien took an instinctive step backwards, away from Gavri. He felt intensely out of place, despite Gavri's presence.

The awkward feeling only intensified as the green-eyed man's twin snogged him. He flushed and looked away. Another man asked about Gavri and Léon - Léon being the not-so-out-of-whack twin. He stared at Gavri guiltily, realizing as the man asked about Gavri and his brother being with their mother that it was his fault that Gavri was there. It was his fault that Gavri had snuck out from his house. Léon called the man "Gramps" - which was awkward enough, because the man wasn't that old - and introduced his trembling twin as Rio.

"Sébastien Reid," he said quietly, clutching the violin still tightly in his grasp. He watched the other men with a wary gaze. What did they mean human? And what was a Time Lord? Nina had never mentioned other species besides from the Jinn and humans. "Human," he said confidently, and, with a slightly narrowed gaze at Rio, "British."

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Gavri stood there dumbfounded that his brother was..... snogging their papa. His cheeks went red as he suddenly put a hand over Sebby's eyes. “This isn't normal, I promise” his voice squeaked as he tried to conceal his embarrassment of the awkward situation. But then he heard his mama's name and Gavri spun around with a look of panic in those bright blue eyes. “Leon. Did he say 'Maggie”?! Wha? What happened to her, is she okay?” he demanded as he let go of Sebby and practically got in their faces. “What happened to Ma-..er... Maggie?” Gavri took a step back as he realized he very nearly broke a time line rule right there in front of his papa.

Gavri gripped his chest, feeling the beginnings of a panic attack gnaw at him as his mind came up with the worst scenarios. They (whoever they were) had his parents, and if something went wrong, Gavri and his brothers and sister might never be born. He found himself stumbling back and clinging to Sebastien. He was going to blink out of existence, or there was going to be a paradox, and those reaper things that he'd heard his grandma telling him about where going to come and eat him.

Before he knew it, even more people were piling into the room. A tall skinny guy named Fitz, and shortly after him, a naked man called The Doctor. Thankfully, Fitz gave him something to cover himself with before Gavri's face got even more red. At least there was one other face in the room he recognized. His grandpa, Leo. Gavri was trying to keep up with the names. Some guy with floofy brown hair in a white suit with black borders on the collar called The Whisper, another guy who sat beside his grampa, who hadn't given his name.. It was sure getting crowded in here.

He figured he should do an introduction of his own. It was only polite, right? As soon as he went to open his mouth, Sebby spoke. "Sébastien Reid, Human, British." And he saw the look that Sebby was giving his Papa. Gavri nudged him meekly and stared at his own feet. “Um.. I'm.. I'm Gavri.. I'm... eh heh.. mostly human? And.. well.. Papa's French and Mama's English so... I guess that makes me..... Frenglish?” he gave an awkward smile to Sebby. This was certainly an awkward time to tell your friend you weren't exactly human.

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Fitz almost felt the need to cover the Doctor’s eyes as the two ‘twins’ were all over each other. His neck heated as he thought about the crazy twin’s rather... patriotic... speech about not being British. He wouldn’t have been too surprised if he’d called their brains tea-stained and Fitz felt rather indignant, although he was the first to admit that he was the least patriotic Englishman you’d find. He glanced over to the the small teenager who introduced himself as “mostly human”. The blond with the violin was staring at him like he had three heads.

“Wonderful,” Fitz said, ignoring the man who hadn’t introduced himself. “That’s interesting. Time Lords and humans, mostly,” he tapped his chin thoughtfully. Okay, sure, he didn’t know how that was relevant, but it couldn’t be a coincidence. It wasn’t as though he and the Doctor were casually running into Time Lords a lot (and even less now that Gallifrey was gone, but the Doctor didn’t really know all that yet). The fact that there were so many meant that someone was looking for them.

Great. Fitz sighed and stood a little closer to the Doctor protectively. This was exactly the sort of thing the Doctor needed to be avoiding. “This doesn’t seem like the Faction,” Fitz said tentatively, then waved his arms. His shadow copied him and Fitz nodded. “Not the Faction. Good.” Sure, Father Kreiner was supposedly dead, but he definitely did not want to test that.

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Nate stared almost glaringly between Rio and the other man who was practically a carbon copy. This was the narcissistic lunatic that his daughter chose? Nate could feel anger hitting him in the chest as his gaze fixed squarely on Rio. He could end it right now. Kill Rio and take his daughter back. Nate had been around enough Time Lords to know that it would only create a paradox or an alternate reality and that his life wouldn't change at all. But it was beginning to feel immensely satisfying thinking of coiling his fingers around Rio's neck and throttling the life out of him. His gaze slowly moved around the room at the other people. Namely on Leo when he addressed the two dark haired boys. Their mother? He must have meant Yvellyn. He refused to call her Magpie or Maggie.. That wasn't her name. She was his daughter and her name was Yvellyn Marie Cross and no one could convince him otherwise.

He reflected back for a moment. That was when things began to click in his head. When he accidentally shot Yvie (he'd been aiming for Rio when she protectively stepped between them) there had been a small boy with them. About three years old. He arched a brow and looked at Leon. Yvie had also been heavily pregnant.. His eyes traveled over to Gavri. Leo had said... They were supposed to be with their mother? Yvellyn had survived being shot? Or she had possibly regenerated. Could Half Time Lords regenerate? He looked at his grandsons, torn as to how to feel about them. There was a stong disgust towards them because of Rio, but something in him wanted to protect him. He suspected that was because of Yvie. First thing was first. Get his grandchildren the hell away from the lunatic.

He stood, catching his breath, his back twisting in agony. Nate ignored it as his eyes fixed on Rio and he wade his way over, pushing past Fitz and shoved The Doctor against the wall, and grabbed a hand full of Rio's hair and ripped him away from Leon. “I've waited a long time for this, Keâts !“