Thunder rolled by rattling the windows to the point of normally eliciting concern, but instead the sound offered the same comfort as the bright glow of the fireplace. This would count as one of her reading nights, had she been alone. That was the only downside to the evening and it was difficult, when gazing into the bright green eyes across from her, not to wish she'd spent the night on the town.
State your business." The detective drawled with a demonic smile, wanting to keep her possible employer on their toes.
"I am told that you and I have a common acquaintance." The red-head drummed her fingers nervously on the arms of her wooden chair. The same wooden chair that she had brought from...
"Is that so." Her mind attached strings, it had as long as she was able to remember, but getting it to stop was another subject entirely. A quick roll of her eyes seemed to do the trick perfectly as she molded back into character. The eyes skimmed down her desk to find her paperwork, which was long since finished. Still, all it took was the hint of boredom, and those slim tapping fingers were clawing with desperation on the desk, seeking her undivided attention.
"They also say that you are good at finding people...and I need to find him."
"Go on." The sigh came out as regretful, despite the intrigue that consumed her.
"The Doctor. I need to find the Doctor."
At this, her head snapped back up. Impossible, that name was not uttered here - was not spoken in front of her - had not been for centuries.
Her eyes bore dangerously into the frantic gaze of this incompetent woman. "Hear this from me now." She began in a low voice. "The Doctor cares not for you, he never has for anyone. You wish for his presence and seek it so blindly, but I assure you that he will only come on his own time: which, in your case, shall be never. Give up this fools dream, and return to your petty and peaceful life. Have a nice day." Her eyes returned soberly the papers and she dragged a finger across as if suddenly, the blasted reports held all the secrets of the world.
"Ms. Ryder, that man... That man is my best friend. We are here because of Weeping Angels, I need to-"
"Ms. Pond, I will take your case, but set yourself up for the disappointment for that is the only thing that you shall have." With that, she stood, showing her teeth in that same grin before continuing. "And, as I suppose I am now to find myself in your company more often than I would have," desired,"expected, you will be needing to call me by my own name."
"I know your name, it is Margaret-"
"I despise that alias." She snapped out. "Mage, if you please."
"Mage? Like the magic, wizardy-"
"No, Mrs. Pond. Not like the mythical sorcerer. It is a name, my name, and it comes from the very acquaintance of which you have spoken."
Author: I decided to continue with this beloved story of mine thanks to some of the loveliest that I received. I apologize for not making the beginning of this very long, but it is only the Prologue.
On another note, because I feel I must state this, Mage is not going to be a romantic interest for the Doctor. They are merely very good and old friends.
I hope you all enjoy what is to come because I have many great plans for this story!