Only You

Come Out Wherever You Are

The blue box landed in a dark alley. He knew where she had taken him. Where she always took him. He stepped outside, and made the walk down the block, to where she used to live. Where his little flower used to live. His Rose. But Rose was not the stereotypical flower; she was not fragile, nor was she a push over. She didn't let people walk all over her. She didn't waver in the wind. She was strong, so strong, and she let everyone know what she thought. So funny, just like her mother. Pretty much the embodiment of free will, generous, kind, sarcastic. Beautiful mind, unbreakable loyalty. Soft blonde hair, big brown eyes, melodious laugh. Oh God, did he miss her. So much. His thoughts were interrupted by a British voice behind him.

"Doctor." He snapped his head around so fast, he was surprised he didn't get whiplash. He heard his own Scottish accent speak,

"Who are you? And how do you know my name?" The man just laughed at him.

"I'm Crowley. And, being king does have it's perks." The Doctor's eyebrows scrunched together.

"You're not king. There is no king here." The man's eyes gleamed mysteriously,

"There's the key word, Doctor. Here. Believe it or not, I am the king of Hell," The man's eyes flicked red, "But, as much as I would like to, we are not here to talk about that." By this point the Doctor had taken a few steps back, but he was still standing his ground.

"Oh? So what are we here to talk about?" Crowley's face hardened a little.

"You are going to meet some... People. Two hunters, an Angel, and his Archangel brother, a genius and his blogger. Said hunters and Archangel are after me because I may, or may not have indirectly poisoned their Angel, and they didn't appreciate it, and now they want to kill me. They are the best hunters in the world, and if they find me, I have a feeling Dean Winchester will rip me apart, get Gabriel to pull my sorry ass out of Hell, force the antidote out of me, then rip me apart again, even if he is just a human. So I've come to make a deal."

"A... Deal." Crowley's smirk was back in place again.

"Yes, a deal. It's simple; you're not like my normal customers, so you don't get a normal deal. You get a better one. You keep the Winchester brothers, the Archangel and the smart one, also the ex-army doctor off my ass." The Doctor's eyes squinted slightly.

"And what do I get out of it?" Crowley was full on grinning now.

"One certain Bad Wolf. She's very much alive and lonely. I can get her back to you, and that is literally it. No loopholes, or anything. None of this, 'I'll see you in ten years for your soul!' thing. You have my word, think about it. You get Rose, the love of your life... so far, anyway, and only for protection. Like I said, think about it. When you have an answer, just gimme a call." The Doctor frowned again.

"I don't have your number." Crowley smirked.

"It's 666. Hope to hear from you soon! Toodles." And with that, he was gone. Rose. Alive. Lonely. All these words were circling around his head, over and over again. He could have her back. All if he kept this King hidden. He was tempted, oh so tempted, just to make this deal, and be done with it, but this King had poisoned an 'Angel', which was obviously a metaphor, but that metaphor is usually used for a person who is kind, or just a genuinely good person, and the Doctor got a feeling in the back of his mind that he probably shouldn't trust a demon who had poisoned someone. Probably. He decided that he would meet these people, the hunters and their Angel, the genius and his ex-army doctor slash blogger. At least he had a couple of names. Dean Winchester and his brother, also a Winchester. Gabriel.

He would decide if they were worth saving. He would decide later, after a nice cup of tea. He turned and walked back to the TARDIS, thinking he would visit a nice beach somewhere, and just relax. He pressed a few buttons, and flicked a few switches, but he was nowhere near done when the trademark whining, screeching sound erupted from the middle of the TARDIS' control panel.