Chapter 1: Another night.

Another night, another day down till being free from Stormcage. That was the life of River Song, prolific future professor of archeology, wife and murderer of the Time-Lord known as the Doctor, the murder she is currently paying her time for. Her hair was of a wild curly nature, almost swallowing her head; one would call that her most defining feature, that or her sultry attitude. She sat in her jail cell, deep in thought as she read her deep blue journal.

However, this didn't bother her. Not one bit. She enjoyed her time in prison. It was calm, peaceful, safe. About as safe as a prison can be, and more safe than the life she lead outside it. She could sit all day and night in her cell and read about her past and adventures in that book. It was all that she did to be fair. What else was she supposed to do?

A small gust of wind blew into her cell and against her hair. She squinted in response, but smiled in delight. The reappearing image of a tall wooden blue box pulsated in front of her cell, more solid and visible until finally it lands. The blue glow from the windows of blue box bleed through the bars and onto her face. The door opened, and out popped a smartly dressed man in a white tuxedo sporting a black bowtie, with a fringe to his hair and a jawline that can make anyone swoon.

"Hello sweetie." River Song said with a wide smile, pressing herself against the cell bars that withheld her. "It appears that I can't get out."

"Let me fix that for you, shall I?" The man took out a silver and bronze rod that had a green tip at the end. One press on it and it lit up, emanating a high pitched whirring sound. The lock on the cage was magically undone, and with that, the future professor took a step out of her cage. "I'll see you inside."

Once more, she was free, as is the case every night. Every night, that man, that impossible man would show up at her doorstep, and make her sentence a lot less boring. She couldn't wait to see what next to out into her journal. I mean, what was she going to to: sit around in her cell all night and read?

"Another night out Miss Song?" A voice echoed from another far cell. It was a gravelly female voice, as if someone was smoking marbles to get that texture of voice.

"Indeed it is Marie." She raised her volume high enough to have her cell neighbour hear, but not so much as too attract unwanted attention.

"Have a safe night out then," Marie replied, "Make you bring me back a souvenir."

"I'll make sure to bring you something special." River said, taking a step into the console room. "And I certainly hope not."

Inside was much more colourful than the confines of her cell. A bright warm orange. She walked up the stairs to the main console of the ship, where her husband was hard at working on the machine. At the top of the staircase awaiting her was a sparkling new green dress. She was in awe of it.

"How stunning. Doctor, you shouldn't have." She grabbed the bottom and raised it up, getting a closer look at the detail of the dress. The Doctor paused and looked up for a moment, giving a small smile at her reaction.

"Merry Christmas." The Doctor replied happily.

"Is it? I could never tell, seeing as how I'm imprisoned." River gave him a snark response, taking down the dress and carefully carrying it.

"They have calendars in Stormcage, don't they?"

"Not that I'm aware of." She walked the direction opposite the Doctor was moving around the console, looking at the controls herslef. "So tell me, what's the plan for tonight?"

"Rome." The Doctor said quickly with a keen sense of smug.

"Rome? Bit local, isn't it?"

"Thought we might start simple for tonight; a dinner date around the city of Rome at night watching the stars and eating normal human food. Next a show at the Siritah, the most prestigious Opera house in five galaxies. Then off we pop to have a rest in Shambhala." The eagerness of the Doctor was tangible, thought this was his basic setting: a hyper intelligent child on sherbert. And like a child on sherbert, moved onto something else entirely, the 'else' being the console.

"Now Doctor, you remember the last time we had a picnic at another mythical place." Almost immediately, the doctor interjected with his own line, almost expecting that response.

"Yes yes, I know Asgard was a bust, but to be fair, I didn't expect that mechanical dragon to malfunction the way it did." The Doctor paused his piloting, them got back to work.

"Well, shall I go put this on?" She patted on her new dress.

"Like you need me to give you permission."

"Doctor, the night's just beginning." And with a wink she went off to the changing rooms. Though with one more concern in mind, she made sure to yell it out so he could hear. "Oh and please use the blue stabilisers. The rumbling makes it a lot more difficult to put these on."

"Don't worry, I know how to pilot it to have have to-" A large rumble erupted in the TARDIS, even making the Doctor fall a bit. He reached for the blue stabilisers that were unnecessarily far from when he grabbed onto for support. With a lazy struggle, he pressed the button, and stood up, adjusting his bow tie and slicking back his hair. "Be cool. Be cool. Just another night."

In Rome…

Italy. Land that laid the foundation of philosophy, and developed the world's culture. Rome in particular, you have thousands of architectural beauties to behold, lots of objects to behold, to desire, and to steal. This was purpose of Lupin the third's stay, the world's greatest thief, grandson of Arsené Lupin, who we can see is carrying on the lineage of theft. For a man known for sneaking and subterfuge, he wears a variety of colourful blazers, shirts and ties. Currently, his chosen attire is a bright blue blazer, which is lying on the floor next to him, and his black shirt and red tie.

He sat on a knee high table where you would have to kneel down, as dinner was ready for him and his friend. A pot of ramen was taken off the stove and onto the readied table. His partner in crime and the current cook between the two is Jigen, an expert marksman. His look is much more darker and simple, a black suit and dark grey shirt. His hair was more grown and scruffy looking, covering his eyes completely, and stretching to his chin, contrast to his friend's plastered flat hair and length sideburns.

"Oi, you're taking more than half." Jigen slapped Lupin's hand, dropping the piece of meat back into the pot. The thief shook off the pain, and gave an innocent smile in return. "So, what's out next big break?"

"Glad you asked." Lupin finished his first bite, and took out a paper that talks about a new exhibition opening at The Capitoline Museum. A newly discovered artefact found in the depths of an old mining facility. "Tonight, we break into here and steal the artefact about to be displayed."

"Oh? How much is it worth?"

"Well, not much. But the man hiring us to get it will be worth the work."

"Eh?" Jigen was slightly confused. "Why the hell is this man paying more than what this thing is worth?"

"Hell if I know, but the man paid us to do a job, who am I to argue?" He went back to eating his ramen without delay.

"Okay, who is this client?"

"I have no idea." He replied bluntly.

"What do you mean you don't have any idea!?"Jigen slammed his fist on the table, taking Lupin by surprise. "Should we really be doing this if we don't know who our client even is?"

"He only goes by certain names in some secret societies: The Merchant, The Collector, the informant" Lupin states, "he does business with almost anyone shady for the right price. Gets people to do things for him and they get paid in return."

"Sounds like some lazy ass." He disliked hearing anymore of this guy.

"You may have a point, but he's still got the money."

"Not like you cared about that side of our life." Jigen retorted, before going back to his dinner. "So how're we going to do it? The usual calling card and show off routine?"

"Nope. Apparently this guy wants it done as discreetly as possible. Who am I to argue?"

"Not really your style, is it?"

"Of course it ain't," Lupin replied, "But no big loss, it's just another night, right?"

"Just another night."

Out in orbit…

Another night, another day passes upon the blue pearl. A small vessel hangs in the night sky of Earth. Still. Motionless. Void of any life, cloaked from the planet's detection. Inside, a figure surrounded by screens that monitored the world's communication systems, it's defences, any information useful to it.

The figure is armoured with silver chest, engraved roughly with strange wavey markings. It's silver helmet did not share these same markings, but only with two small piercing lights. Its back was layered with various tubings that wrapped around each other to various points in his back and head.

One particular screen did not hold any imagery and diagrams pertaining to the planet below, only the green text that detailed one simple objective for it to be here:

Obtain the Staff of Omera.

The small vessel descended silently and swiftly. Another job, another night.

I'll be honest, I don't know why I'm on this writing high. I suppose it's good but just feels a little unfair considering how long I was gone for a while. Well, I'll try to be more consistent with my updates. Enjoy this new journey.

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