supernova (11th doctor)

Case

Since I was hugging the Doctor, I barely even stumbled when I landed, and was able to quickly move the locket back around just my own neck.

"Ow," The Doctor hissed through clenched teeth, a hand against his forehead. He was still for a long moment, recovering.

"Yeah, that happens every time. Though I didn't feel it so badly this time," I called back to him as I quickly began moving around the house, gathering papers that I left on the counter that I had prepared before last time.

"Every time? I probably took most of it this round, then," The Doctor figured, spinning around and poking at random things in my living room. I stopped shuffling with my papers for a second and smiled at his antics. It was a strange sight I never thought I'd see—the Doctor leafing through my old DVD collection. "Sleepless in Seattle, really?" He grinned back at me.

"Um, none of your business!" I chided playfully, placing the papers in a manila folder and heading over to the coat closet. "Besides—Nora Ephron? Directing genius."

The Doctor peeked over my shoulder at a touchscreen panel I was messing with against the wall of my coat closet. "What are those papers? And what's that?"

"These papers," I turned away from typing for just a second to shove the manila folder into his chest. "Are going to be your identification, since I'm about 85% sure that either everyone will see through your psychic paper, or it won't be nearly enough documentation. Your codename is Ace and you're from the Farnborough unit shadowing me for a possible transfer to the French unit, which is also why you need access to my orb."

"You've really thought this through..." he shuffled through the documents. "And Farnborough?" He asked, thinking it was just a myth.

"In this universe, yeah." Finally, the code I typed into the panel worked, and the coats in the closet sunk into the ground, revealing an open space in the closet to step into aside from the fact that my normal floor wood paneling was now glowing blue. I stepped in and turned around. "Come on."

The Doctor stepped in, and before he could say anything, I rambled on—trying to brief him as quickly as possible. I had no idea how much time Dylan had bought me, or if he had even bought me any. I also grabbed a random actual white Doctor's coat and gave it to him, for good measure.

"Some things you need to know. They're trying to ship my orb to the Paris unit in France, which is what we call an Artifact's Graveyard because they usually just stay locked up there forever and it's impossible to get them out. No one knows who you really are except for Meredith Powell, my number one best friend, short and blonde. My number two best friend, Dylan Ismael, brown-skin-green-eyes-broad-shoulders, doesn't know about you or anything, but I did ask him to stall the orb shipment for me. Professor Zodiac is my mentor and second dad, baldhead, thick Indian accent, can't miss him. My actual dad, Alejandro Rivera, is off on a mission and not here right now. However, his girlfriend Sally is here, also kind of short—dark-skin-tight-curly-hair."

The Doctor nodded, adjusting the new coat around his shoulders, processing everything I just told him all at once. "Anything else?"

"Oh yeah, my name is Scarlette."

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"Scarlette! Thank god," Dylan rushed up to me, hugging me almost unbearably tight as soon as he saw me in the bleak white hallway, not caring much for the Doctor at first despite the fact that I knew he noticed him.

"Dylan! What happened?" I pulled away.

Dylan stepped closer to me. "You didn't hear? Someone was murdered in the storage facility. Looks like I didn't even have to stall the shipment after all—nothing's getting in or out."