𝐁𝐀𝐃𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅 - ƭɦε εѵε σƒ ωα૨ รαɠα

Chapter One: Henrik's

A/N: Apparently, it's not spelled Hendrick's. Who knew?

"There are stars in the night sky that look brighter than the others, and when you look at them through a telescope you realize you are looking at twins. The two stars rotate around each other, sometimes taking nearly a hundred years to do it. They create so much gravitational pull there's no room around for anything else."

Third-person POV

A shadow passes over a laminate wood floor, belonging to a woman who was walking through a shop, having split up from her partner to cover more ground, both of them searching the building they were about to blow up.

They didn't want to blow up any of the local inhabitants if they could help it, one had already been killed by the enemy.

This woman was fairly tall at five-foot-ten and she was slim but strong from years of combat, her thigh-length, black trench coat trailing after her as she walked confidently yet silently.

Her clothes were simple, a dark green tank top, loose black cargo-pants and a pair of black trainers.

It was all more practical and comfortable than stylish, the dark colors allowing her to blend into the shadows and the lack of squeaking her shoes provided were both a comfort to her.

Her partner, on the other hand, was less inconspicuous, his leather boots squeaking away as he walked through the building, signaling he was getting close.

The woman rolled her eyes at the sound; She'd tried to talk him out of wearing them, but he was resolute in wearing the leather this regeneration seemed so obsessed with.

"All clear." The woman reported as she stopped by the lift and waited for the man to join her.

"Same on my end." The man told her, walking around the corner and grinning a bit when he saw her new attire.

"Nice coat." He remarked, coming to stand beside her as she pressed the button the call the lift.

"Thanks, squeaky." The woman returned with a slight smirk, her eyes trailing over the black leather jacket he wore over a maroon jumper, the pant legs of his black jeans laying over the offending black leather boots.

"Oi, I like them." The man defended and the woman rolled her eyes and faced the lift doors, waiting for them to open.

"They're a tactical disadvantage. I could hear you coming, and the Autons have even better hearing than me." The woman reminded him.

"Well, at least I didn't steal my clothes." The man grumbled, stepping into the lift with the woman and pressing the button to take them to the basement.

"No, cause you've never stolen anything in your life." The woman said sarcastically as the lift began it's decent.

"I borrowed her." The man stated, causing the woman to scoff.

"Yeah, just like I'm "borrowing" this." The woman said, turning his own argument against him as she tugged on her coat which she had stolen from the department store they were currently investigating.

"Besides, it would've been ashes in a minute if all goes to plan." She continued and the man nodded, seeing her point.

A binging sound caught their attention as the lift stopped moving and the doors opened.

The man and woman stepped out, nodding to each other before turning and walking in opposite directions of each other.

A few minutes passed before the woman heard a door slam, and as she was walking back towards the lift to investigate, she heard footfalls approaching quickly.