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Piney was crouching low, checking the live feed on the PDA as the ground started to shake. Looking up he saw them running towards him and he swore softly.

"What is it?" a voice crackled in his ear and he sighed as he responded.

"Looks like she went early again" he replied, "Bloody Mad Woman!"

"Shit, get back here!" the voice demanded, "Damn her eyes!"

She was running, her hair flowing about her like a halo, if angels could exist on our plane she was as close as he might come to one, knowing he would probably burn in hell for the messes she got him into but by the gods she was beautiful.

The first puff of flame erupted behind her as she ran, her eyes wide and her mouth as well, probably laughing as her companion tried to keep up, his converse slapping on the ground.

Her hair seemed aflame with the fireball rising behind them, the backdrop from some action move he might have watched as a child in the safety of his Taddy's arms and as he watched he knew there had been too much C4 again, too much by far given her look of absolute glee and his look of doom.

"Shit, how much time?" the voice asked then called something to someone else on another line, the quiet reply no more polite.

"Well, we have the first wave about to hit" he said as he rose and started to run for the transporter sitting behind a copse of trees, the armored vehicle the only thing between them and what was gonna be a shit storm.

He felt a soft hand in his lower back as he was passed, the soft laughter coming in chuffs with each pant of breath from the man who had been code named Indigo.

How different to see him in the plain black clothing he now wore on the ground, instead of the tailored suits he was known for. The converse hadn't changed though as he crowed that they were cool to anyone who dared question them, be it with his suits or his black clothes he called 'Ninja PJs' with dancing eyes that made him appear so much younger.

Then another hand, this one slipping into his as he reached back to pull her around the vehicle and into the interior, the place of safety as the blast finally caught up and he didn't know if she was screaming or laughing, but knowing her probably both.

They crouched over her, his large toned body joined but the equally toned yet lithe body of their leader as the vehicle rocked and groaned with the force of the impact. The fourth body from the one who had managed to wrestle free of the cab to slam the doors shut with a muttered oath.

The noise was like nothing you had heard before, gravel hitting iron along with other debris as the base was consumed by the smart bomb she had effortlessly dropped into the air shaft.

"Too much C4 dewdrop" he finally said into the sudden silence as he leaned against the doors and she started to giggle as she looked up at him from loving arms.

"Aw sweetie, don't be like that" she crooned, rising and brushing off her clothing, "You know I like a good bang!"

"Oi, that's enough of that" came a growl as Indigo slipped back out and she raced after him as Piney sighed and slumped before following her again.

Their team mate went back into the cab to tell those listening that she hadn't managed to kill them yet and Piney stomped after the two crazies dancing around the edge of the blast zone.

"Look you two, I know this is all a lot of fun and all but really? You don't think this is a bit much?" Piney asked looking at the huge crater in the ground, the other two standing on the edge with matching looks of surprise.

"Well, it's bigger on the inside now" came a snorted reply before the converse kicked some dirt in, and then moved away leaving him glaring at her in silence.

"What" she said with wide eyes, "He said it, not me!"

"You are incorrigible!" he hissed, then growled softly as she leaned over and placed her lips against him in that familiar kiss of two lovers.

"Stop it, your husband can see us" he hissed and she curtsied gracefully, as she grinned at him insanely.

"Come on Sweetie" she patted his cheek with glee, "He doesn't mind sharing, after all …."

She leaned in close and whispered in his ear, "…You're my husband too!"

She then shot off towards the transporter with a soft laugh and bouncing locks of hair, leaving him standing in a wasteland.

This is how it was with her.

Had been since the first time she had appeared in a blue box, full of noise bluster and sweet, sweet insanity.

Piney turned on his heel, the gravel crunching under his boot and he raised a hand to rub his face, the dark skin dusty from still settling fallout.

He looked like he should be in a magazine spread for GQ or something, his toned, hard body reminding you of Idris Elba or Will Smith when he made that movie about the boxer. Well, truth be told he had been. In a previous life, before the end of all things he had been a household name, now he was just another freedom fighter.

Well, OK, not JUST another freedom fighter.

After all, that mad woman had decided he was worth taking a punt on had dragged him from his despair of failure and brought him here, the land of second chances.

Converse shoes appeared around the transporter moments before the rest of the man he looked up to and the grin was infections.

"Come on big boy, she's about to go off on one again" he crowed with his hands on the transporter, then kicking up gravel as he ran away again.

Correction.

He belonged to a mad woman AND that mad man.

And the blue box they came in.

What a world.

Piney took one last look around and then headed towards his future.

And the last fragile reminder of his past.

Ready to battle for all of them.