Well, here we go again! If you haven't read When Thoughts Are Constellations, this fic should be easy enough to understand, but if you want to know the story that introduced Maggie, feel free to do so! Also, I renew my oath: I solemnly swear that I will not create a Mary Sue and I will keep all characters in character to the best of my ability.

I don't own Doctor Who or any of its characters.

Enjoy!

The gentle hum of the TARDIS was faded out behind the sound of a record player spinning to life. Dean Martin's voice crooned in the background. Maggie smiled as she reached to her full height to snatch a book off a taller shelf.

"Tell me quick, ain't love a kick in the head."

"You know, if you wanted to listen to some good ole jazzey tunes, we could say hello to my good friend Frank Sinatra."

"Hmmm…." She offered a noncommittal shrug, but chuckled. The song faded and the next began to play. Maggie glanced back at the Doctor, who sat across the swimming pool, staring intently at the table on which he was playing chess with himself.

"So, explain it to me again, how this whole swimming pool in the library thing works?" Maggie asked, walking around and taking a seat across from the Doctor, holding a copy of The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. The Doctor looked up at her with a small grin, breaking his focus on the chessboard.

"Well, it's simple really. I installed a special force field that deflects H20 particles, but still allows solid biotic material to pass through."

Maggie raised her eyebrows and the edge of her lips quirked upward.

"Well, that would explain why my hands have been getting so dried out."

The Doctor waved his screwdriver in dismissal, "Eh, nothing some moisturizer can't fix."

Maggie shook her head and smiled, "This is all…..insane. So amazingly insane."

The Doctor looked up at her, his forehead crinkling, "Really? You like it?"

"Well, of course, it's spectacular!" she sputtered, regretting how silly she must have sounded, looking all around her in wonder, "I guess since you're around it all of the time it's easy to forget that."

The Doctor's face lit up.

Maggie looked down and flipped open the cover to the Hitchhiker's guide and leafed through the pages pensively.

"Pay close attention to that, will you? It's more accurate than one would guess." The Doctor quipped, glancing up, shifting the mood. The chessboard sat long forgotten. She supposed playing only himself only held appeal for so long.

"But how…?" Maggie asked, her eyes narrowing.

"This is a sci-fi novel written back in the nineteen-seventies…"

"Ah, yes, but I helped write it," the Doctor smiled knowingly, "Oh, good old Douglas."

Maggie snorted, her composure breaking with a laugh, "Of course you knew him too," she chuckled.

"Oi, come on! I'm insulted that you didn't think I had a hand in one of Earth's greatest works of science fiction!" he said, springing up on his lanky limbs, and adjusting his bowtie.

Maggie waved her hands in mock surrender, "My apologies, Doc," she smiled.

"So, where to today?" she asked. The Doctor clapped his hands together and rested them under his chin.

"Well, the palace of Versailles is quite lovely this time of year in the 1700s. Quite the party animals they are!" the Doctor smiled. Maggie tilted her head.

"Hmm….never been to France," she admitted.

"You've never been to France? Well, we ought to fix that then!" the Doctor smiled, turning around to face the console and typing what looked like coordinates. He reached up and pulled down a lever and the TARDIS shook.

VRRRRSSHHHHHHVRRRSSSSHHHHHVRRRSHHH

Maggie stumbled forward before catching herself on the railing.

"Viola! Versailles!" the Doctor exclaimed as he burst open the TARDIS door. However, his smile quickly faded into a frown and he clenched his jaw as he spun around to face Maggie.

Maggie peered around his thin frame despite his efforts.

"Soooooo…..call it a shot in the dark, but I don't think this is France."

The Doctor frowned stepping out of the alley they landed in.

"No…" he said putting a finger to the air and then dabbed it on his tongue.

"Modern day Midwestern United States? Well—modern day for you, by the looks of it."

He looked back questioningly at the TARDIS, pushing the sides of his jacket back to rest his hands on his hips.

"The old girl doesn't always take us where we want to go, but always where we need to go, I suppose…..whatever this is supposed to mean."

"If that's the case….why are we here then?"

"I haven't the faintest idea. Care to find out?"

"Hmm….that depends, can we grab food first?" Maggie raised a brow, her arms crossing over her chest.

The Doctor smiled.

"Well, that can be arranged…"

Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor who, Douglas Adam's Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, Dean Martin's Ain't that a Kick in the Head, or any other references or characters other than Maggie. Please review!