The Hero, a Time Lady that has always been with the Doctor traveling with him, helping and saving people he couldn't save. One day, something happened with the Time Vortex and it sent the Hero to another dimension where she is no longer the Hero, bu...
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Inspiring song for this Chapter:
Mt. Washington by: Local Natives
The two girls arrived at Chloe's 'lair', a junkyard from the looks of it. Chloe was still pissed about what happened at the diner. At this point, Max can't put the effort to care; she instead began to take in her surroundings. 'It's been awhile since I've been here,' she thought smiling faintly at the blue sky.
"Hey, keep up!" Chloe called from ahead of the brunette.
Max ignored her and continued at her slow pace and doing a little sightseeing. If Chloe is going to continue to act like a child, then Max can walk back to her college campus. She had better things to do (like stop a raging storm from coming and destroying everything) then babysit a child.
"Hey, are you listening Max?" Chloe suddenly asked now in the young girl face.
Max folded her arms with a frown painted on her face. "That depends, are you still acting like an immature child?" She asked back.
"An immature child, are you serious right now? You sound_"
"Yes, very much so; you slam doors, stomp around, and act pity when things don't go your way. That's immaturity, which I don't have time for because in case you haven't notice, there's a storm coming. I have to figure out how to stop it or slow it down by the end of this week.
"So, are we going to be serious Chloe or immature Chloe? Either way, if it's wasting time, I'm leaving." Max declared, leaving no room to argue.
"You...you don't have to go Max. I'm sorry, a lot been going with me...with you lately, stress." Chloe said looking down at her boots.
Max nodded her head in understanding. "Okay, I forgive you, now, where are we besides a junkyard?" she inquired.
"Welcome to my lair the American Rust, away from hell. Be careful calling my lair a junkyard, it has feelings too." Chloe announced throwing the brunette a playful glare.
Max rolled her eyes as hard as she could at the word 'feelings'. "Raw and rough, it suits you. Not all that top-secret Chloe, everyone knows where the junkyard is." She pointed out, deliberately using the word junkyard to piss her friend off.
Chloe ignored the word and grin maddening. "Yeah, doesn't mean everybody comes here." She stated in self-assurance.
"Yeah, I guess you're right, go easy on me alright, I don't know how long I'll have my rewind powers. This maybe like *The Girl Who Leapt Through Time. I might only be able to do this certain among of times before it goes away completely." Max explained, making a mental note to watch that movie again.
"The girl who did what now?" Chloe asked having the look of puzzlement planted on her face.
Max rolled her eyes again. "I don't know how long I'll have my powers for," she simplified.
