Summary:
Alec joins the crazy gang... but he still does NOT know it , LOL
Notes:
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Chapter XII (II): Trip down memory lane
When all the five lookalike guys arrive at the indicated place it's late at night, just as the Doctor wanted.
"I can't believe I'm really doing it," Singy mumbles, lighting up the Molotov bottle that Ten has equipped each of them with.
Well yes, despite having succumbed, and more than once, to the advances of a fascinating tempting Death Eater, Ten also managed to complete the job he had promised himself, sending Barty to play with the slot machine, even if this meant to change the result he had obtained on the display.
"It goes against all my principles. I mean, okay ... I've done worse as a kid, I've also tried drugs, acids, I vandalized, anything to fight boredom, but I don't like to relive it now ..." the detective admits, astonishing his interlocutors.
"Ah, that's new! So Mr. Pastry also had other interests in his life!" Drinky teases him.
"And, for the record, little thing, when you went back to the TARDIS and we asked you 'Did you find him?' we didn't mean the pastry chef whose you ransacked half of the shop! - Kevin scolds him.
"I thought I'd do something nice for all of you!" the youngest of the group mumbles.
"And it was, it's just that devouring tons of sugar and calories isn't the best thing when you have a Mission. - the Doctor explains to him. - But the Cake Room will keep the sweets you brought us as new as if they just came out of the pastry shop." he heartens him.
"A Mission, I haven't had one for so long!" Barty rejoices, excited.
"Excuse me, but didn't you just finish one before your precious Doctor saved you?" Kevin asks him.
"Well, yes ... but when I'm traveling with my Second Dark Lord it seems that years have passed!" the Death Eater justifies himself, clinging to his beloved.
"Well yes, the TARDIS can do this!" Ten chuckles, before remembering why they are there.
"Coming back to us and what we are doing, Singy, trust me, if I tell you it's for a good cause!" Ten insists, throwing his Molotov bottle first, to be the pioneer.
The burning bottle shatters the glass, before causing the first explosion inside the courthouse, which is fortunately empty at that hour.
Singy gives up and mimics the Doctor's actions.
Killgrave is more reluctant about it.
"It's not my style, I usually make someone else do these things," the persuader mutters, before turning to the illusionist. "Peter, throw mine, too."
Drinky grabs it with too much enthusiasm, throwing it along with his own.
"This is not even the kind of things you have to order me, my dear brain-fucker!" he laughs, thrilled.
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