New Places, New People: a t.v.verse

Now a Days -chapter 1

So yeah! Back to present day. Or in this case, when you entered this story... (This is not in my POV,just so ya know)

"Well, um," John said as he closed the door where May was dozing peacefully after they fixed her up. "She really needs to learn how to not get hurt when fighting."

"Well, it depends on who she's fighting and how many there are," Tom told John and Martian as they returned to the front room. "I've seen her fight a gang of boys and leaving without a scratch."

"Well, this must have been a hell of an enemy, 'cause she was messed up," Martian replied."She had scratches and bruises, and even a few bullet shots, everywhere on her."

Everyone looked towards Moffat, seeing a mischievous grin forming on his face. "No," they all said at the same time. "What?" He asked.

"You are not allowed to put that into someone's plot," Sherlock said. "Just, no, Moffat. No."

"Anyway, that was already taken so you couldn't. Ha!" Tom replied to the unspoken question of a good reason, with a childish grin on his face.

"By whom, I might ask," questioned Moffat, with a look of hidden defeat.

"By her, of course," said Benedict Cumberbatch, caching onto the joke Tom was playing. "She could easily use it against you."

"And she is a 'trained professional' for these types of things," Matt said, playing along. "She is?" the Doctor asked, not getting the joke. "Yes, she is, supposedly," Matt told the Doctor, motioning him to be quite. The Doctor, still confused, just leaned back in his chair, thinking their actions over.

It seamed only those three got the joke, until Moffat saw their grinning faces. "You all suck," he said, leaning his face into his hands. "Just so you know, you suck." The others still had a face of confusion, except Sherlock, who was laughing silently.

Before the others could get the joke, someone sunk behind John and Martian, and whispered, in a singsong voice, their ears, "Hello there, sweethearts." The two could have jumped to the moon, if the ceiling wasn't there, in surprise. "Hahaha!" they heard a playful, light laugh. "O, you should have seen your faces, heha!" May said, laughing with her words.

"May!" John said in a shocked voice. "You should be resting, your wounds could reopen."

"Magic, John, is an amazing thing. Especially healing magic," May countered him. She was able to learn magic on her many trips to Asgard and Hogwarts. Yes, Hogwarts exists here, as many other things. Her ability to learn has helped her learn multiple different types of magic quickly. As well as languages, witch has helped a lot.

"Hey, do you guy's have any Coke or Dr. Pepper? I really want caffeine right now. Even coffee would work right now," May asked. "Yeah, it's in the fridge," John said with his back towards her, a little grin forming on his face.

When May walked into the kitchen, Sherlock asked, "Its not in the fridge, is it."

"Nope, but a little revenge is," John replied, his grin breaking into a full smile. That's when everyone remembered the head in the fridge.

"It's not going to work," Tom said. "And why wouldn't it?" John asked, a little to smugly. "I tried the same thing a while back, during Halloween. But with a fake dead body, and she just moved it. When I got home, she threw the body at me," Tom replied.

It was then when May shouted, "it's not in here John, where are they?! Oh," she said as she popped her head in the doorway, "Sherlock, whose head is this?"

"I don't know, I just picked it up," Sherlock replied. Everyone gave him a look of horror except John, who whispered,"seriously, Sherlock, again?"

"Well," May said, finally finding a soda. "How have y'all been doing?"

"Pretty good" "Well" "Okay" "An" everyone replied. "Okey, so I'm going to ask the question everyone is wondering," the Doctor said. "What happened to you?!"

"Well, if I remember correctly," May replied, "I was attacked by one of the old Doctors, who was possessed, and a few Cybermen. The doctor, I un- in- dis? possessed, and I was able to defeat the Cybermen. The last one I defeated by shoving into the Thames, but it dragged me with it." As she took a sip of her soda, she surveyed the faces around her. The Doctor and Matt had a faces of thinking, most likely about the Cybermen. Sherlock was having a deducting moment, while Ben had a face of confusion, same with Martian. John was realizing where some of the wounds came from. While Moffat was most likely thinking of how to put that into someone's plot. Tom was just sitting there, saying, "huh, so that's what happened... are you trying to get yourself killed?" With his calm expression and the way the question was asked, made May laugh again. See, she laugh at a lot of things, and she laughs very easily.

"Not really, but I haven't seen heaven nor hell lately, so it'll be interesting," May replied. "Oh, BTW, I gat to catch a plane in a week to the US."

"Here or there," Tom asked. "Here, I've got to talk to Sam and Dean, and I got some stuff with SHELD," May replied. As she left the room, she said, "Well, Sherlock, I'm going to steal your room to sleep in tonight. That ok with you?"

"Um no," Sherlock replied. "To bad, I'm still using it," Mag countered him, walking into his room. "Night!"

"How do you deal with her?" John asked Tom, with a god have mercy on you type of look.

"I have no idea," Tom replied. "I just go with the flow."

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Hey y'all! So, here's the next chapter. I know things are kind of slow, but it gets better soon I promise. Thanks for reading, and please vote, comment, and I'll try to post soon! ~H-T /:^)