The Tenth Impact

Xandar

There are some days, where I'm just a complete bitch.

And it can start with anything. Literally, anything.

Today it was because we'd gone shopping for milk.

Of course, cause the Doctor was the Doctor we couldn't just go to Walmart or Woolworths for food stuffs. Nah, we had to go to this store two thousand years in the future that the Doctor really enjoyed.

Apparently they have this brand of tea that the Doctor liked. But only in that one century, because it was discontinued when it became less popular. So the Doctor liked to travel to that world often.

So that was why we were in this giant mega store that reminded you of what would happen if Times Square had a twin but it was inside and in space.

I'd lost the others ages ago. No doubt, I'd lie to tell them that I had just gotten lost. But really I avoided them. Not because I was bitchy (yet), just I didn't want to deal with the...fluff.

Look. If the Doctor hadn't wanted me to go away, he wouldn't have given me spending credits. He did it to himself.

Anyway, I'm walking around the giant book store. There fiction section was huge, and filled with the least spoilers. Besides, I wanna see what kind of books they have this far in the future. New books never did me wrong before.

I was picking one up, looking at the title as it translated in my head.

"'Sherlock Holmes: the Mystery of the Persnickety Khassivine'?" I read outloud. "They still have Sherlock Holmes?"

"Oh it came out!?" Someone yelled from behind me.

Turning around I saw a teenage human standing behind me. She had long black hair, pulled back by sparkly butterfly clips. They looked new, fashionable. Which is something I never thought I would say about butterfly clips. Her skin was a very hypnotizing shade of brown, almost like milk chocolate that's been melting out across your hand. Her eyes were darker brown, it reminded me of the tip of a pen with how sharp her focus was. Her jumpsuit reminded me of something you'd see on Star Trek, except not made out of that crappy material they had. Nah this was proper dark green cloth hugging her curves.

"I've been waiting for that!"

"Why, is it from a series?" I asked her.

"Yeah!" The human replied. "I don't usually come around here, but I was really hopeful about that series! It's the fifth. The writer was bringing back Old Earth classics, ya know? The one from thousands of years ago? So like, this was one of them. That and something called Romeo and Juliet, something called Marvel Comics, Harry Potter, the Doctor and the Terra, and finally Sherlock Holmes!" She explained in an excited rush.

All of the stuff she said, there was one thing that stuck out.

"They fit all the Harry Potters in one book?" I asked. Pointing behind me, I pointed at the Sherlock Holmes book that was barely an inch thick. "A book that thick?"

The girl tilted her head. "What do you mean?"

"I mean like- the originals were seven books." I pointed out. "The only way you could fit them all in one book is if you- there's no way. Starkid got close with A Very Potter Musical but seven books in one? Can't be done."

"What the hell is that?" The girl asked. "The musical? What?"

My brain recognized what I had said. Then it immediately told me to smack myself for being so blatantly stupid. And spoiler-like. And the kind of thing my sister would've done.