Every Consulting Criminal Needs A Companion (Wholock)

TARDIS

Author's Note: Just in case you're keeping up, this title is after 'Dalek'.

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The Soldier checked his watch hastily. 8:01! He was going to be late if she didn't appear soon. He glanced around, drawing back his black trenchcoat with his hands; he sighed dramatically, too. He also caught himself yawning; he'd had some trouble with nightmares about his dad leaving him again last night. They seemed to be reaccuring more often the longer he stayed here. It was awful; he wanted to leave soon, but he didn't know how. Well, he did, but whatever... It like knowing how to drive somewhere but not having a car to do it with. There you go! A good simile for you.

He was draw from his strange jumble of thoughts as he noticed Ashley hurdling down the street towards him. She was wearing a bright pink lacy top with a red camisole underneath and light blue skinny jeans. She also had rainbow plaid Toms on. Her think black hair was up in a bun, too. "Sorry I'm late!" she shouted. "The cabby got lost, then dropped me off two blocks away! I think he was new," she then explained as she got closer. Once she'd reached him, she kneeled over and panted heavily. The Soldier smiled a little.

"It's okay, but work starts soon, so we better get a move on," he told her, linking arms and pulling her along. She followed slowly but willingly.

"Okay," she agreed. "But don't go too fast. I was just running a lot, and I didn't sleep at all last night!" she whined. He didn't ask why. She probably just had some nightmares, or maybe she was busy doing things. He didn't really care either, and he figured it just wasn't his bisuness.

"So, I thought I'd warn you before-hand that I work at a morgue," he told her, looking down to see her reaction.

"A what?" she asked, confused.

"A morgue," he repeated, a hint of irritation in his voice. "It's where they send dead bodies before they bury them. Especially the ones involved in a murder, rape, etc." She nodded slowly, even though she didn't really understand.

"What if someone was, like, not dead, and they just got up and started to walk around like a zombie!" she blurted out all of a sudden. The Soldier laughed at her odd comment.

"Never happened before, but I guess it's a possibility," he said. Just go along with it... he told himself before he could chide her on such a stupid idea. "Oh, and try not to touch anything when we first get in there. I'm not really allowed to have guests."

"I'll be on my best behavior then," she replied in her most innocent voice. Though the Soldier didn't notice it, her hand slipped into his.

They kept walking along, a very strange couple indeed. They talked a bit more, nothing special (mostly about the difference between their favorite teas and their favorite celeberties,) until they reached the place he worked at. He signed in when they got inside, introducing her as a guest, and they walked upstairs together.

"Hey, Molly!" he called as they passed a small-framed girl with long blonde hair pulled up in a ponytail. She smiled warmly at him with those friendly brown eyes. He leaned over and kissed her, hugging even. When he pulled away, he threw her a wink and charming smile. Molly giggled and walked away, passing through two doors into her lab. Ashley frowned.

"I didn't know you had a girlfriend," she said, a bit disappointed. The Soldier held something up, flicking his wrist to show he'd swiped it from the girl, Molly.

"Actually, she thinks I'm gay. I don't know why though," he told Ashley. He was lying on the last part. He knew perfectly why.

"Oh... strange..." she commented. She was glaring jealously back at the green doors Molly had disappeared into. The Soldier grinned.