{Chapter 2}

3rd Person P.o.V.

A/N: Hello! Yes, I am alive. I'm so, so sorry about how long this update has taken. *blinks guiltily at When the Stars Align* Still, I promise to do my best to update more frequently. Can't do any better than that. But I still love you all, and I'm still a fangirl, so yep Also fair warning, I am not quite as obsessed with DW as I was, but still obsessed enough to write this as well as another Who-Fic that I plan to have out soon!

Chapter 2: At the Comic-Con

AALSO, I edited a few minor things last chapter, Michelle's name is now Christine, and Eric is spelled Erik. ...I'm sorry.

Starting this chappie out with the arrival, so there is some filler/getting-to-know-the-characters.

{Chapter 2}

Costumes And Daleks And Doctors, Oh My!

Calli and Vera stepped out of the terminal at the San Diego Airport. Looking around, they tried to spot the baggage claim. Finally, after looking at a map, going up some stairs, around a corner, and down two escalators, the girls found it. An LED sign above the wheel flashed: Flight 24601 may collect its baggage, Flight 24601.

Vera leaned towards Calli and whispered, "I have always wanted to jump on one of these and go round, 'n round, 'n round, 'n round, 'n round, 'n-"

"Vera?"

"Ya?"

"People have been killed by doing that, but you'll be dead anyway if you say ''n round' one more time. Chaz?"

"Yeesh." Vera began to mutter about how she was in America, so therefore she had Freedom of Speech.

This type of conversation was not uncommon between the girls and they continued lightly bickering as the retrieved their bags and began the trek to find a rental car.

In unison, Vera and Calli flopped onto their hotel room beds. Vera, who came from a wealthy family, had booked a two-bed room with an attached kitchen, en suite bathroom, and walk-in closet. Not only that, but the room was on the top floor of a 4-star hotel. The girls had been walking around all day, sightseeing, eating, and buying useless, little souvenirs and gifts. Both had taken selfies of eating American 'french fries,' a goal that they had set at a very young age for no apparent reason…

From her position on one bed, Vera turned and looked at Calli, "I bet you'll find some boy at Comic-Con that you fancy."

Calli rolled over to face her friend, "NEVER," She cried dramatically, "I will never meet Aaron Tveit, or the tenth doctor, or the Phantom, so love is a hopeless prospect!"

Vera laughed, "Girl, you are hopeless! C'mon, let's unpack."

Vera's costume was a gender bent 11th doctor, a fitted tweed jacket, flared, black dress pants with ankle boots, a short-sleeve blouse, and of course, a burgundy bow-tie and suspenders. Her hair would be gently flopped over her right eye and her lipstick matched the bow-tie. She was already pale, with sharp, but feminine cheekbones, so she just painted black eyeliner on, to accent the look.

Calli, of course, would wear her gender bent 10th doctor cosplay, with bob-length brown hair styled messily. A small amount of natural-colored lipstick, and eye shadow went with it, but she would load up on the mascara.

The girls were ready for anything that Con could throw at them.

Calli stood in front of the mirror, checking her makeup and outfit one last time. She pulled out her mascara, just to touch it up...she may have missed an eyelash after all!

Right before the brush touched her eye, it was snatched from her hand.

"No." Vera capped the mascara and dropped the bottle into her purse, "One more coat and you won't be able to lift your eyelids."

With that, she dragged Calli out of the bathroom and into the bustling Convention.

Social. Anxiety. Trigger.

The girls laughed as they ran around, happy to finally be at a con. The costumes were amazing and they got hundreds of selfies with weeping angels, daleks, TARDISes, and everything else. The amount of Doctors that they ran into was surprising, even to them.

(A/N: GUYS I'VE NEVER BEEN TO CON! MY FIRST IS IN OCTOBER, PLEASE CORRECT ANYTHING.)

Being a thespian and having other fandoms, Calli dragged Vera to other parts of Con, admiring the costumes and props and just the overwhelming EVERYTHING! Before long however, the two wandered back to the concentration of whovians. Just in time to see a dalek spin around and shoot a man in the chest.

Some people around them screamed and ran while others stood in shock or awe. No one knew what to do until a random weeping angel who was sitting next to the man cried out, "He's dead! He's DEAD!"

Vera ran to the man as well while Calli inspected the dalek. It seemed to be nothing but a prop. Acting, she guessed. Cosplayers in character? She was going to shrug it all off when Vera stood up.

"He is dead," she whispered, "He's dead."

At that moment, screams rang out all around them, and the air filled with robotic voices screaming 'exTERMinATe, EXTerMiNAAAaTE!'

What.

Vera and Calli just stood, rooted to the spot. People were running and screaming and they stood there uselessly. To be fair, this wasn't how they imagined 'falling into the fandom' would go. Calli turned to Vera, but right at that moment, a hand closed around her wrist and yanked her to the right. Right in time too, for a dalek's laser split the air where she'd been standing. Looking up to check on Vera, she saw that the black-haired girl was gone.

"Vera," She screamed, "VERA!"

"It's fine, she's fine! She ran!" A voice yelled in her ear. She turned to see her saviour. It was a man, cosplaying as the tenth doctor. "Now come on," he called, "I need you to help me save them."

"Save them?" she gaped. "Hon, these are bloody daleks, how do we save people from them. You aren't the bloody Doctor!"

He spun around to face her, leaning in close he looked into her eyes, "How did you know that?"

"How did I know what?!"

"That I'm the Doctor. How do you know who I am?"

"Are you bloody mental, sweetheart?! We don't have time to be in-character! Innocent people are dying! MY BEST FRIEND COULD BE DEAD!"

She turned and ran into the fray, dodging people and stands and TARDISes. She stopped for a moment, climbing onto a stool to try to find her friend. By now the daleks laser had started fires, making things even more dangerous. Because life never lets up, the ceiling sprinklers were on full blast as well.

Curse it, curse it, curse it, where are you, Vera? She thought, panic and adrenaline building inside of her. If you're dead-

A flash of black hair and a red bow-tie caught her attention. Vera.

She leapt off of the chair as sparks rained from above, falling with the water. Dashing towards the place that she saw Vera she dodged and twisted around fallen displays and- Please no- were those people? BIle rose in her throat as the truth of the situation bombarded her.

She paused and breathed in deeply, this is a bad time for your dang anxiety, you stale baguette. Take a breath and stop being useless for a change. She raised her head, a new light entering her eyes. Determination. I'm going to stop this. NOW.

A/N: HEY GUYS! It's trash, I'm sorry. It's short. I'm sorry. But I got my vibe on and plans for the future! If anyone is interested in drawing the characters for me, I would be delighted. I've done some sketches, but I'm not good! Message me if you're interested!

Also, tell me at any moment if you have suggestions, concerns, requests, anything.

Lastly, I was thinking about editing Calli's screwdriver. What if...I made it a sonic PEN. What if she could create or erase, non-living matter. With limitations to size, of course. XD Tell me what you think!