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Emmy Bergstr?m would be the first to admit that her line of profession was rather lackluster. She crossed her arms and leaned back in her chair. Business was slower than usual lately. At least normally she could occupy her time with watches and designing them, but now the only thing that was left to do was to edit the history textbook she’d been working on. And she certainly didn’t want to do that either. She groaned from boredom, putting her face in her hands and spinning the chair she was in.
She jumped out of the chair and pulled on her shoes. She heard Arthur walking around in the attic and she tapped the ceiling with the broom. Arthur slammed his fist down where the broom touched and Emmy giggled. “Hello!” she called cheerfully. “Don’t worry, my little Arthur. I’ll bring you home something to eat,” she promised. There were always a few ways to deal with the population of stray animals. Why not use them for the greater good?
A smirk tugged on her face as she locked the watch shop behind her. Arthur wasn’t exactly the ‘greater good’, but nobody was there to keep her at times ambiguous morals in check anymore. She tended to scare everyone off – her parents didn’t want anything to do with her, she’d pushed Nico into leaving her alone, and her clients were just that. Clients. She crossed her arms again and glanced around. “I’m bored,” she groused, hurrying down the street.
There was a slight skid as she came to a sudden stop. Emmy took a few steps backwards, looking back down the alley. A blue police box. A devious smile came to her lips. “Doctor, Doctor,” she called out in a sing-song voice. Emmy scrambled on top of the police box hanging over the ledge so that she could stare into the doorway when it opened. She stuck her tongue out to know where she knew the monitors would pick her up at. She’d been torturing the Doctor with her antics since his fifth incarnation. “Remember me?” she chirped.
"Okay THIS time I want to be on time to pick Clara up, Okay love? Can you do this for me just this one time? I know you don't like her, but that doesn't mean you have to make me suffer for it!" The Doctor was saying as he pushed buttons and pulled levers around the control panels. Three times the Doctor had been late to pick Clara up, and he'd had to suffer for it three times. He just wanted to be on time at least once! To show Clara that he was able to keep on track. He checked his bow tie in the monitor, and wen't over to his coat rack to put his jacket on, when the Tardis materialization noise went on. He walked over to the monitor to check if he was in the right place. " Well at least we're in London. The Other side of London. But still, at least i'am here." The Doctor was about to walk out the door, when a girl with blonde hair appeared on the monitor sticking her tongue out. "Remember me?" The girl said, while hanging her head upside down from on top of the Tardis. The Doctor let out a sigh, of course he remembered her, she had only been bothering him sense his 5th regeneration.
The Doctor wen't to the Tardis door and opened it slowly, to reveal the girl with blonde hair still hanging upside down from the Tardis roof. He walked out to face the girl. " Emmy? How did you even get up there?"
She grinned at him as he stepped outside of the TARDIS. “I’m half mountain goat,” she deadpanned, and offered him a wink. She may have been conceived on a TARDIS, but she wasn’t ‘half’ anything – just human, thank you. Emmy jumped off the TARDIS, landing on her feet gracefully. She smirked and crossed her arms, staring up at him impishly. “What’s up, Doc? Didn’t miss me too bad, did you?” she asked cheerfully, giving him a brief hug and relieving him of his sonic screwdriver and a yo-yo.
“I never understood how to work this things,” Emmy said, twirling the screwdriver in one hand as she tried to work the yo-yo. “What kinds of things do you have in those pockets, anyway? You could fit a horse in them!” she declared, and then smirked again. “You probably do.” Remembering how much he hated to have the screwdriver stolen, she twirled it between her fingers again before tossing it to him. “So what brings you around London?” she asked, putting her hands behind her back as she walked out of the alley, glancing around the street.
She turned to him. “Official Doctor business, or just couldn’t stay away from me?”
“I’m half mountain goat,” she deadpanned, and offered him a wink. She may have been conceived on a TARDIS, but she wasn’t ‘half’ anything – just human, thank you. Emmy jumped off the TARDIS, landing on her feet gracefully. She smirked and crossed her arms, staring up at him impishly. “What’s up, Doc? Didn’t miss me too bad, did you?” she asked cheerfully, giving him a brief hug and relieving him of his sonic screwdriver and a yo-yo. He hated it when she did that. “I never understood how to work this things,” Emmy said, twirling the screwdriver in one hand as she tried to work the yo-yo. “What kinds of things do you have in those pockets, anyway? You could fit a horse in them!” she declared, and then smirked again. “You probably do.” Remembering how much he hated to have the screwdriver stolen, she twirled it between her fingers again before tossing it to him. “So what brings you around London?” The Doctor followed Emmy out of the alley way. " I was actually going to pick up my companion Clara. Who lives on the other side of London. But someone had a tizzy fit when I asked to be on time!" The Doctor yelled at the Tardis. " The Tardis and Clara never really got along, I don't know why. Jealousy maybe?" The Doctor Clapped his hands and twirled to face Emmy. " So Emmy, how have you been? Still fixing clocks?"
He ran behind Emmy. " No wait don't tell me! You are still fixing clocks, just like all the other times I've bumped into you. Oh and if I were you I would quit L.I.N.D.A., lets just say it doesn't have a very safe, future." The Doctor ran back in front of Emmy again. " Emmy i'am probably only going to say this once, only once, never again, NEVER again. But, I kind of missed your annoyingness. Kind of missed your annoyingness"
Emmy grinned at the Doctor as he recounted his woes of a misbehaving TARDIS. “Jealousy?” she repeated, her eyebrow raised a little as she continued on her way. “Why would the TARDIS be jealous?” she asked, sticking her hands in her pockets. “Anyway, it’s not that big of a set-back. Do you know your way around London? I could take you,” she said. Every time she had heard about the Doctor, it had been in London. She was almost certain that he could navigate London like she could navigate her own apartment.
She shrugged and looked away, feeling a bit sheepish that she was so easy to predict. “I do other things besides fixing them,” she said, feeling a little put-out. “I design them as well. And just so you know, Mr. Big Bad Time Lord, I made a fob watch for another alien.” Okay, so she’d had a little help when she was making it, but that didn’t discount the fact that she had still made it. Anyway, she wasn’t aware that the Doctor was supposedly the last Time Lord in existence, so why would she keep her mouth shut?
“Quit LINDA?” she repeated, feeling quite scandalized. “You’re only saying that because you know I’m the only competent member,” she huffed. “But I’ll think about it.” A smirk twitched on her lips as the Doctor admitted to missing her. She tapped her finger against her lips. “Don’t worry, Doctor. Your secret is safe with me.”
Why would the TARDIS be jealous…? Well if he knew the answer to that, then he wouldn't need Clara and the TARDIS to spend ‘quality’ time together. “ I think she gets a little miffed when I spend time with my companions more then her. She has feelings to you know.” That reminded the Doctor that he needed to tell the old girl that he loved her more the Clara more often… The Doctor furrowed his brows trying to remember which area in London she lived… Did she even live in London? “ Yes, I’m quite sure I can find my way about.”
The Doctor looked at Emmy when she mentioned that she had made a fob watch for another alien. “For another Time Lord?” He guessed that it was something like that, no other alien would be in need of one. Unless they were of course in need of a way to tell the time…. But the Doctor was the last Time lord in existence, and this news troubled him a little. Especially ever sense the Master incident he endured in his tenth incarnation. He shrugged it off for the moment, he would worry over that at another time.
He rolled his eyes at Emmy’s comment on being the only ‘competent’ member at L.I.N.D.A.. At least he was some what comforted that she would think about it. He looked at Emmy with slight amusement when she said that his secret was safe with her. “ I’ll hold that to you.”
“Really?” Emmy questioned, sticking her hands in her pockets thoughtfully. That was a strange idea – that the TARDIS was sentient, or at least had feelings to be hurt. She may have been born inside of one, but Emmy didn’t have the first clue of how one worked. Her brief encounters with Time Lords before had been… well, brief. She’d met with Nico and he’d taken her to Australia, but that had been with a vortex manipulator. Not a TARDIS. She shrugged and followed him.
At his question, she nodded slowly. “Yeah, I think he mentioned being a Time Lord,” she said lightly, catching the slightly worried look on his face. “Why? Is it bad to be a Time Lord? I’ve met a few,” she said, trying to keep up with him. She yawned – lately she’d been far more tired than normal. She sighed, brushing it off as much as she could. “It was really complicated. It wasn’t just a watch, it was called an…” She tapped her finger against her lips, unable to remember.
“Good,” she said when he told her that he’d hold it to her. “Emmy Bergström never tells a lie,” she said, a devilish grin on her face, crossing her fingers behind her back innocently. “Oh!” she said, punching his shoulder lightly. “I remember now! He called it a dragon arc! No, not that… a camouflage arc?” she huffed. “Chameleon arc? I think that was it…”
“A chameleon arc?” The Doctor didn’t question her any further, he knew what a Chameleon arc was. And he had a pretty good idea who Emmy made it for. Probably. Maybe. Okay he really didn’t have a clue, but it will come to him. It always does. Hopefully. The Doctor looked at his watch, it was half past twelve. He decided he could spare a few minuets with his favorite psychopath. Okay second favorite, if you count River. But favorite non the lease. Okay, semi favorite… lets just go with likable psychopath. Kind of.
“Emmy, are you hungry? If you are, I know a great pizza place down the block... Or across town.” The Doctor looked around, he really had no idea where he was. He made a mental note to study a few maps of 21st century London when he had some spare time. IF he had any spare time. “Where are we, by the way?” He felt kind of silly asking her this, usually he always knew where he was. Usually. Okay sometimes. On a good day, he always knew where he was.
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