Greeting, guys, gals and non - binary pals! I know this is a bit out there, but ever since I had started writting rewind replay deviate, I've wanted to have a set of chapters that included what I am posting here. Because Leti has chanced so much, there has to be major consequences, which includes Kilgrave coming into Doctor who.

I have been a fan of Jessica Jones for years, and I've always wanted to write a fic about this show for years, but something kinda held me back. I do want this to be reminded, because is is one of the many themes of the book, while Kilgrave and Leticia are going to hook up, so to speak, it is still considered rape. If you were in her shoes, and slept with a man you willing went off with, then found out later that he was someone else entirely, it's not consent.

She looked almost the same as her. In all the pubs, in all the cites in the world, there she was. An almost exact identical version of her. Except for the improper fringe, a bit uneven, like Jessica to have a bit of imperfection. He wasn't expecting much after falling through this strange crack after having a very close call with a bus, calling out for her. She had to have to grow an conscious after killing that monster of a woman. He would have to worry about the implication later, but that doesn't mean he couldn't have a bit of fun in London, however he managed to get himself there.

Of course he was more than a bit disoriented after what had happened, he in an 'nother bloody universe, for god's sake. The thing that bothers him most of all, other than not having his Jessica by his side, was the sky. He appreciated the finer things in life, he wasn't no working-class chav from the estates. And the sky he loved to just look at, was a different shade of blue.

He found himself some okay enough clothing, had to warm himself up, with the dreary cold air that he hated so much. If he could, he could command the air to be exactly the temperature as he needed. If only he found the trench-coat in an different color. Oh well, he'll find something better. He always does. Even for a moment.

Aside from the hair, Almost-Jessica looked a bit pudgy, not bad enough to be a problem. Her curves are in the right places. But her attention seemed to be on the blonde woman before, talking her ear off with some rando tosh. Maybe she has a talk show in London, that'll be a laugh.

At least he gleamed some information about his almost- Jessica, her name. Leticia Lopez. And it's her birthday. It was like he was meant to meet her! It didn't looked like she was on the pull, she dressed much more conservatively than her bint of a mate, and in purple. Might as well give her a good shagging.

They're gossiping over some bloke named Mickey, Rickey, something, a man basically. Maybe he could enjoy himself with two lovely ladies for the evening. But then he heard the blonde woman speak more clearly, and, to his disappointment, had a estuary accent! Clearly she lived on the estates, a horrid place to stay the night, very lumpy beds and food, not to mention the women.

The blonde woman left unceremoniously, leaving Leticia Lopez all alone. New world, new version of Jessica, well have to wait and see if she is as strong as she is.

-5-8

Leticia looked on as Rose went to the bathroom. It was great of her, trying to cheer her up on her birthday. Some light drinks and a blind date with one of Mickey's friends isn't something she had in mind. The last few birthdays she had, she was in Mexico with her family, with a cake, creating the streamers with her mother, and being surprised at the lack of good gifts for the occasion. And spending time with her grandpa... She took another sip, cringing at the thought. It's been less than a month, and she was going to stop right now, and not get blitzed on her birthday. Not when the Doctor is coming. She knew the secret plan, the TARDIS may be bigger on the inside, but she had the penchant for eavesdropping. She was giddy over what he would bring her. Hopefully not a bunch of dollar store hair ties. She felt a tap behind her back. Smiling in anticipation, she turned, and furrowed her eyebrows in surprise.

"Not one to hold your liquor, are you?" Leti blinked in surprise, at the sight of the Tenth Doctor in front of her. "What a vision you are."

He looked so much older than he looked on the show, or maybe she really did needed those glasses. "Rose ordered a lager, really I think Pink champagne has spoiled me for any and all drinks that pass through my lips."

"I think that that's a bit closed minded, don't you think?"

A flirty spoiler, well, that's just absolutely nothing to worry about at all... No, no... "So, you just came to say hi to the birthday girl?"

"Woman seems like the more appropriate term, don't you think, Leticia?"

Leticia smiled The sound of her name, coming from David Tennant's English accent, was something she wanted repeated, over and over again. " That is something I certainly have to get used to, don't I?"

Kilgrave smirked in thought. He was rather enjoying the witty banter with Leticia. "Yes, yes you will."

Leticia laughed. "You don't have to tell me twice, sweetie."

"Oh, I'm your sweetie, now?" This was a nice turn of events, he might even not have to use his powers. Well, not all the time.

"I'm in a 'sweetie' mood, today. It's my birthday, after all."

"Well, I'd sing happy birthday, but I rather think that you wouldn't hear my overused pipes."

"The night is still young, there's always the chance of you screaming my name in agony at being separated. " Like all the other times Ten managed to scream into the camera with any of the companion's name.

"That's nice of you to jump ahead, and a bit kinky." The Tenth Doctor leaned down towards her ear. "You now have my full and complete attention."

Leticia's grin widened. "And you have mine's." I may have drunken way too much in no-no juice.

Ten looked around the pub and sniffed. "Are you sure you want to spend your special day, in a pub, where there's a whole wide world out there?"

"With all it's shinning, shimmering splendor?"

Ten grinned at the reference. "A new fantastic point of view, No one to tell us no..." He extent his hand.

Leticia took it gladly, and moved from her chair. "Let's go then, Pretty boy."

"Pretty boy? Me, pretty?"

"If you have any other suggestions, let me know."

As they walked off, there was a cropped haired man, dressed up with a green jumper and a leather jacket, eyes zeroing in on the two, with a grim determination on the Time Lord's face.