Mistressnmoon: Okay, so it's been awhile since I posted the first chapter, but I've been keeping all kinds of busy. (Between going to Philly Wizard World, and my camp, and plotting to be in my friend's ask blogs on Tumblr, I haven't had much writing time.) I've decided to start posting the episodes in two chapters rather then one. I get half a chapter done a lot fast then I get a whole chapter done, plus it's not quite as much to read at one time. Hope you guys like the new chapter! Please let me know what you think!

Also, I was wondering if anyone would be interested in me including some of the classic who in this fic? Because I've recently started watching it, and love it, but if nobody is interested in it being in cluded, then I'll keep the plot how I originally planned.


Chapter Two: Vincent and the Doctor

A loud groan escaped my throat as I fought the strong urge to vomit. My arms wrapped around my stomach, my body bending over itself, as I vaguely heard a voice ask if I was okay. Several minutes later, and several hesitant steps later, I finally stood up. I still felt nauseous, but didn't think I would be loosing the contents of my stomach any time in the near future. The man, who must have been the one asking if I was okay, was nearly in front of me. A small groan escaped my lips, before I noticed the bright orange hair in front of me. In fact, if it weren't for the fact that I knew this was a man, then I might have thought that Amy was standing in front of me.

"Hello." My word sounded slightly gravely to me, probably because I had nearly been sick two minutes prior. I blinked twice when I realized that the man in front of me had a look of confusion on his face, and after a moment I realized that the man had been speaking French, while I had accidentally been using my native language. But the odd thing was that the TARDIS hadn't translated my speech, as it had been doing for the prior weeks. My eyes blinked once more, before I decided that thinking about this was just making my head hurt more. So instead of pondering the TARDIS, I switched my language to French. "Sorry, I slip into my native language sometimes." The red haired man nodded, just once, before muttering out,

"It's beautiful."

"Thanks, name's Coco."

"Vincent, you must be new around here." My face morphed into confusion as I stared at the man in front of me, unsure of what he meant.

"So what if I am?" My attitude, and annoyed face, both faded when I realized that the man clearly thought that I shouldn't be talking to him; and that the people of this town clearly didn't like him. It was visible on his face, which is why I told him, "I like you, come on, I'm treating you to a drink."

"I buy my own drinks." I glanced back at the man, having moved a few feet back as if I knew where a place to get a drink was, only to shrug.

"Then you can get your drink, and I'll get mine." After a moment of staring, I turned back and started to walk again. It seems the man, Vincent, decided to join me; and after a minute of walking in silence he asked,

"Do you know where you're going?" My blue eyes met his own dark eyes, before I shrugged.

"Nope. I figured we'd find something eventually." The man let out a large sigh, clearly not amused by my antics.

"Follow me." My soft chuckles were only heard by myself, as we turned around and headed in the opposite direction that I had been heading. We continued in a similar fashion as before, silently. Several minutes later, I saw a very warm and comfortable looking café. Yellow lamps were hung around, and there were several small round tables sitting on the outside patio which was covered from any weather that could possible happen. Somehow this looks extremely different from anything I had seen in 1969, but I pushed that thought to the back of my mind as I heard the man in the café groan as he saw Vincent and myself. With a glance between the two, and a shrug to myself, I followed Vincent into the café. I noticed the look that the waitress was giving us, and although it made my neck hair stiffen in anger, I ignored it. After the two of us waited several minutes more then we should have, I cleared my throat and sent my angry eyes in the direction of the waitress. She flinched, before making her way towards our table.

"I'd like a bottle of your best wine." I noticed the look Vincent gave me, from the corner of my eye, and added, "And two glasses of water." The waitress, with blonde hair, shifted her eyes between the two of us, as if she was unsure of if she should serve us or not, so I pulled several Euros from my pocket. With one more glance, she took the money off the table, and quickly came back with my order. I turned back towards Vincent, smirking. "Oh, I forgot, I'm not much of a wine drinker, would you mind drinking the wine that I ordered Vincent?"

"Oh, you are a clever Miss." I continued to smirk towards Vincent, shrugging lightly.

"I know." Chuckled escaped his lips before he brought a glass of red wine to his lips. "Where are you from, Coco?" My eyes shifted towards the ceiling as I thought about the best way to answer, without telling Vincent that I wasn't from Earth. After all, space travel wasn't even a real thing yet. It wouldn't be for at least another two months, if I wasn't wrong about how long I'd been traveling around Europe. I suppose I'd need to go back to America soon, since Canton couldn't really hunt me over here in Europe.

"Sorry, it's a bit difficult for me to translate correctly, but I believe the closest way to say it so you'll understand it is Patella."

"It sounds foreign." I nodded, thinking to myself just how foreign it is. More then Vincent would ever know.

"Extremely. It's very similar to here, yet so very different. It was just so… Different."

"Was?" I chuckled a bit uncomfortably, not having noticed my slip of the tongue.

"Oh, you noticed that, huh? Well, I'm unable to return to my home. It's still there, but… I'll never see it again in my life time."

"And what of your family?" I averted my eyes, as I very nearly flinched, and noticed that Vincent had drank nearly half of the small bottle.

"I haven't seen them in a very, very, long time. What of you, any family?" The man gave me a shrug, as if he didn't care too much about talking of his family.

"I write to my brother often." My blue eyes shifted towards Vincent, a small smile showing on my face.

"Must be nice." Vincent made a soft noise of agreement, before we lapsed into another stretch of silence. After glancing towards the bottle of wine again, and noting that it was still about halfway empty, I started to stand. "It was a pleasure to meet you Vincent, but I must be going now. I hope to see you again before I leave Paris."

"The pleasure was all mine Coco." With one last smile, I made my way out of the café. And after leaving the café, I walked around before realizing that I managed to make myself lost. Which is strange, because I had been in Paris for a week, and knew most of the city. I could tell I was moving closer to the hotel, but I was still baffled by how this city was so different in the span of a few hours. It was as I silently questioned if maybe I wasn't actually in Paris when I heard a familiar sound. One that, while I had only heard it a few time, I would never forget. So after frowning for a moment, I took off in a quick run towards the sound. I skidded to a stop in front of the blue doors, hesitated for a moment, before I knocked on the door. Luckily I took a step back, because only a moment later the Doctor's head stuck out of the TARDIS doors.

"I lost track of time, didn't I?"

"Kitten!? What are you doing here?" I blinked, and stared at the Doctor.

"So… You're not here because I lost track of time?" This time the Doctor blinked at me, staring back at me in confusion.

"No, we came for Vincent Van Gogh. But I'm glad you're here!"

"Doctor, who's at the door?" I watched as the Doctor's head disappeared into the TARDIS, and after faintly hearing him tell Amy that it was me, I followed him through the doors.

"Hey Amy."

"Hey Coco…" I titled my head as I heard the confusion in Amy's voice, and waited for her to continue speaking. "How did you get to 1890? You were just with us, seeing the Van Gogh Gallery…" I could feel my eyes widen, as I stared at her in a mild shock.

"Well that explains quite a bit…" Like why I was so lost in the city, and why I had felt so sick with no memory of where I was at. "Um… I wasn't there, different me Amy."

"Um, what?" I gave the Doctor a look, pleading for him to help me explain what was happening to Amy.

"Ah, well…"

"Amy, we're Time Traveler!" I watched the two of them talk in hushed tones, low enough that I couldn't hear, before I heard Amy ask,

"So it's like with River, right?"

"Exactly! I knew you'd get it!" The Doctor kissed Amy's forehead, moving over towards myself.

"So, Kitten, what are you doing in 1890?" That was certainly a good question, how the hell had I gone back nearly 80 years? It wasn't like I had another run-in with a Time Agent, that I remember, but I had no clue what had happened.

"That, well, I'm still working on that one. Maybe I'll let you know once I figure it out." I noticed the concerned look that crossed the Doctor's face, but only for a few seconds. "Anyways, you said you were looking for Vincent Van Gogh, right?" I got a nod in response, and before either of the two could speak I told them, "Well I believe I just met him. So follow me." I turned on my heel, and headed towards the doors of the TARDIS. The other two followed me down the alleyway, and the Doctor started to speak again,

"Right, so here's the plan. Kitten leads us to Vincent, and he'll lead us straight to the church and our nasty friend."

"Easy Peasy."

"Well, no. I suspect nothing will be easy with Mr. Van Gogh. Now, he'll probably be in the local café, sort of orangey light, chairs and tables outside." Subtly I looked over my shoulder at the Doctor. Had he already forgotten that I knew where I was going? I kept walking, moving my eyes back in the direction I was walking.

"Like this?"

"That's the one." I rolled my eyes, noticing that we were practically in front of the café, the same one I had been to several hours earlier.

"Or indeed like that."

"Yeah, exactly like that." Since the other two seemed to be, momentarily, ignoring me; I decided to ignore them, and head straight to Vincent. This worked out much worse then I expect it to. Vincent was trying to convince the Barkeep to let him add another drink on his tab, and the Barkeep was refusing. I watched the two, with a frown, as they continued to argue. If I thought it would help, then I would offer to pay for another of Vincent's drinks, but I'm pretty sure that Vincent would refuse, yet again. And the trick I used last time probably wouldn't work again this time.

"Come on! Come on! One painting for one drink. That's not a bad deal." Since I was still fairly close to the door, I casually followed Vincent and the Barkeep out to the patio. I leaned against one of the tables as I listened to the two talk.

"It wouldn't be a bad deal if the paintings were any good. I can't hang that up on my walls. It'd scare the customers half to death." The man, the Barkeep, paused briefly to hold up the painting, "It's bad enough having you here in person, let along looming over the customers day and night in a stupid hat. Pay money or you get out." My lips curled into a frown, and opened in order to offer buying another drink for Vincent, only to close when somebody spoke before I could.

"I'll pay if you like."

"What?" My thoughts echoed the Barkeep, for different reasons as I wondered if the Doctor even had money.

"Well, if you like. I'll pay for the drink. Or I'll pay for the painting and you can use the money to pay for the drink."

"Exactly who are you?" I debated joining in the conversation, in order to spare the Doctor some scathing comment from Vincent, before deciding against it. If the Doctor couldn't remember that I was showing him where Vincent was, that I had already met the man, then there was no reason for me to help the Doctor out.

"I'm… new in town."
"Well, in that case, you don't know three things. One, I pay for my own drinks." I had to, literally, bite my tongue to stop myself from making a comment to the people that were laughing at Vincent. "Two, no-one ever buys any of my paintings or they would be laughed out of town, so if you want to stay in town, I suggest you keep your cash to yourself. And three, your friend's cute, but you should keep your big nose out of other people's business." As Vincent turned his attention back to the Barkeep, I turned my attention to Amy. I noticed that she seemed to be thinking of something, so I moved closer and whispered to her,

"Thinking of sharing a bottle with Vincent?" A smirk covered my lips as I noticed Amy jump, before shifting her eyes towards me and nodding her head. "Go for it, if nothing else it'll get these two to be quiet." We watched the two argue for another moment, before Amy finally spoke up,

"Oh, look, just shut up the pair of you! I would like a bottle of wine, please, which I will then share with whomever I choose." My lips curved into a grin as Amy made it clear that she would be sharing with Vincent, as well as shut the two up.

"That could be good."
"That's good by me."

"Good." I chuckled and followed Amy in, only to give Vincent a smile and tell him,

"Hello again Vincent, fancy meeting you here." I joined Amy at a table, shortly before the Doctor and Vincent joined us, and shortly before that bottle of wine arrived.

"Hello Coco, are these friends of yours?" I glanced at the Doctor and Amy, before shrugging lightly and saying,

"I've met them once or twice before." I noticed an amused look on the Doctor's face, before it quickly faded into a more neutral expression.

"Well you're clearly not from the same place as Coco, so I must ask, with that accent… Are you from Holland like me?"

"No."

"Yes. She means yes." I chuckled softly to myself, assuming that it had something to do with the TARDIS translator, which had started working once again. "So, start again. Hello, I'm the Doctor."

"I knew it!" The Doctor looked incredibly confused at Vincent's outburst, and it was strangely adorable.

"Sorry?"
"My brother's always sending doctor's, but you won't be able to help." Well, I guess that's a way of showing that you care. Even if it's annoying.

"No, not that kind of Doctor." I blinked in shock as the Doctor suddenly laughed and pointed at the unfinished painting that Vincent had tried to pay with. "That's incredible, don't you think, Amy, Coco?" I nodded vaguely, not all that familiar with Vincent's finished works, while Amy nodded vigorously and said,

"Absolutely. One of my favorites."

"One of your favorite whats? You've never seen my work before." I watched as Amy panicked for a second, before coming up with the good answer of,

"Ah, yes. One of my favorite paintings that I've seen. Generally."

"Then you can't have seen many paintings. I know it's terrible. It's the best I could do. Your hair is orange." Once more I blinked in shock, as Vincent randomly changed the topic to their color of hair, something I had compared instantly upon meeting Vincent.

"Yes. So's yours."

"Yes. It was more orange, but now is, of course, less." I nearly laughed at the two and their almost flirting, before I realized that Rory wasn't around. Which was strange, but maybe they hadn't met him yet? They were time travelers after all, and the Doctor had mentioned something about 'Rory the Roman'.

"So, Vincent, painted any churches recently?" I jumped at the Doctor's voice, it wasn't nearly as soft as the other two's. "Any churchy plans? Are churches, chapels, religiously stuff like that, something you'd like to get into? You know, fairly soon?" Well if that wasn't an oh-so-subtle change of topic, then I don't know what was.

"Well, there is one church I'm thinking of painting when the weather is right."

"That is very good news."

"She's been murdered! Help me!" My ears twitched, and I was out the door before the Doctor could even finish telling us to stay put.

"She's been ripped to shreds." I frowned, peering at the now dead woman, as I smelled a foreign smell. An alien smell… something with a vague undertone smell of an Earth chicken.

"Please, let me look. I'm a doctor."

"Who is it?" I glanced around the crowd, knowing that the voice had come from it, as the Doctor and Vincent looked closer as the body.

"Oh, no, no, no."

"Is she dead?" I shifted out of the way as I heard a woman making her way through the crowd, clearly distraught.

"Away, all of you vultures! This is my daughter." I felt sympathy for the woman, who was now sitting on the ground, caressing her dead daughter. "Giselle. What monster could have done this?" The woman's eyes shifted to the Doctor, anger sitting under the surface. "Get away from her!"

"Okay, okay."

"Get that madman out of here!" We all moved quickly as the villagers started throwing stones at Vincent. "You bring this on us. Your madness! You! He's to blame!" I frowned as we ran, certainly this type of behavior wasn't helping Vincent's state of mind. Once we stopped running, most of us needing to catch our breath, I turned to Vincent to ask him,

"Are you okay Vincent?"

"Yes, I'm used to it." I stared at the man in front of me, frown still in place as I muttered out,

"That doesn't make it okay."

"Has anything like this murder happened here before?" My pale eyes shifted towards the Doctor, slight annoyance held in them. Shouldn't we focus more on Vincent at this particular moment?

"Only a week ago. It's a terrible time." I guess not.

"As I thought, as I thought. Come on, we'd better get you home."

"Where are you staying tonight?" I gave a small shrug, realizing that I had no clue on that matter myself. But I'd figure it out, I always did. Maybe the TARDIS would be kind enough to lend me a room for the night?

"Oh, you're very kind." I glared at that Doctor as he walked off, a giggling Amy following him. I patted Vincent on the back, after he placed his hat on his head, feeling bad about the Doctor.

"I hope you don't mind." Giving Vincent a smile, I linked our arms, and followed after Amy and the Doctor; silently wondering if they knew where they were going. Upon deciding that they didn't, I tugged on Vincent's arm. "I think it's best if you lead the way, Vincent." I noticed the Doctor staring at the two of us, but quickly shrugged it off as we kept walking. Several minutes later we had arrived at Vincent's house, and he seemed hesitant to have us stay at his house for too long.

"Dark night, very starry."

"It's not much. I live on my own. But you should be okay for one night. One night."

"We're going to stay with him?" I bit back my chuckles, hearing the excitement in Amy's voice, only because I knew that Vincent couldn't hear what the other two were saying.

"Until he paints that church." My attention was drawn back to Vincent as he lit a lamp, while telling us,

"Watch out. That one's wet."

"What?" I smiled toward the painting, a famous one that I did not know the name of, before moving around to help Vincent light a few more lamps in order for everyone else to be able to properly see.

"Sorry about all the clutter." Glanced around the room, admiring the paintings around the room, as the Doctor muttered out,

"Some clutter."

"I've come to accept the only person who's going to love my paintings is me." I gave the man a frown, thinking that he was much too critical of his works.

"Wow. I mean, really. Wow."

"Yeah, I know it's a mess. I'll have a proper clear-out. I must, really must. Coffee, anyone?"

"Got milk?" Vincent didn't get a chance to answer me, mostly because the Doctor started speaking almost instantly after I finished.

"Not for me either, actually." I watched his head come around the corner just as Vincent set the coffee down on one of his paintings. "You know, you should be careful with these. They're… Precious." From the corner of my eye I saw Vincent wipe the coffee off the painting with his hand.

"Precious to me. Not precious to anyone else."

"They're precious to me!" Amy and myself exchanged a quick look as she entered the room, slightly surprised that we had spoken in unison.

"Well, you two are very kind. And kindness is most welcome."

"Right, so, this church, then. Near here, is it?" I nearly groaned at the Doctor's not so subtle topic change. For whatever reason, the Doctor didn't like anything remotely near flirting.

"What is it with you and the church?" I watched Vincent grab wood for the fire, as the two continued to talk about the church, and Amy looked at Vincent's many works of art.

"Oh, just casually interested in it, you know."

"Far from casual. Seems to me. You never talk about anything else. He's a strange one."

"More then you'll ever know." A soft grunt escaped my lips after the Doctor elbowed my stomach.

"Okay, so let's talk about you then Vincent. What are you interested in?"

"Look around. Art. It seems to me there's so much more to the world than the average eye is allowed to see." I did as Vincent said, and looked around the room, seeing many paintings. A few of them looked vaguely familiar, but I hadn't put a whole lot of energy into learning about Earth's part, I had mostly focused on learning as many languages as possible. "I believe, if you look hard, there are more wonders in this universe than you could ever have dreamed of.

"You don't have to tell us." I noticed Amy wandering outside, as the Doctor and Vincent started to talk about his view of art. I decided to keep one ear on their conversation as I looked around at Vincent's different art works.

"It's color. Color that holds the key. I can hear the colors. Listen to them. Every time I step outside, I feel nature is shouting at me. 'Come on. Come and get me. Come on. Come on! Capture my mystery!'"

"Maybe you've had enough coffee now." A soft chuckle escaped my mouth, thinking that Vincent was just a passionate man. Similar to the Doctor, actually. "How about some nice calming tea? Let's get you a cup of chamomile or something, shall we? Amy? Where's Amy?" I went to answer the Doctor, knowing that she had stepped outside, before I heard Amy's scream. I quickly followed the Doctor outside, worried about Amy. "Amy? Amy?" It wasn't until I saw Amy on her knees in the yard that I noticed that odd chicken like smell was surrounding us. It was fresh too, in fact I think it was still hanging around. "What happened?"

"I was having a look at the paintings out here, when something hit me from behind."

"It's okay. He's gone now, and we're here." As Vincent raised his hands in fright I muttered out,

"I wouldn't be too sure about that Doctor."

"No!"

"Take it easy. Take it easy!"

"What's happening? What's he doing?" The other two watched, cautiously, as Vincent picked up a large pitch fork and held it in front of him like a weapon. I could smell the creature, but I couldn't see it. But I knew that Vincent must be able to see it, if he was reacting the way he was.

"I don't know!" Vincent then charged towards the three of us, but continued past us.

"Run. Run!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. That's not a bad idea. Amy, get back. He's having some kind of fit. I'll try to calm him down." I frowned towards the Doctor, as Amy quickly made her way towards the doorway for safety.

"I don't think he's having a fit, Doctor." Either the Doctor didn't hear me, or he decided that he didn't want to listen to my opinion, because the Doctor started trying to ease Vincent.

"Easy, Vincent, easy. Look, look. It's me, it's me. It's the Doctor, look. No one else is here. So, Vincent…"

"Look out!" I gasped as the Doctor hit the ground, more then likely hit by the creature. It then tore one of Vincent's painting, and let out a loud roar.

"I can't see anything. What is it?" I noted the panic in Amy's voice as Vincent tried to fight against the creature.

"That's a good question." And although the Doctor couldn't see the creature, or even hear it, he grabbed a stick and told Vincent, "Let me help you." With a roll of my eyes, I grabbed a stick of my own, and attempted to fight the creature as well.

"You can see him, too?"

"Yes. Ish. Well, no. Not really."

"Not at all, but I can hear him." I heard the creature let out a loud roar, before it seemed to have landed on the table.

"You two couldn't see him?"

"No. Oi!" After a moment, the Doctor let out a roar, and tried to fight the creature. But the creature had already been injured by Vincent, I could only tell by the smell of blood, and had crept away from the yard. The three of us watched the Doctor swing at nothing for a few minutes, before Vincent took pity on the Doctor and finally told the Doctor,

"He's gone."

"Oh, right. Yes, of course." He then threw the stick down, as I gently put mine back on the ground, before we all made our way back inside. "Right. So he's invisible? What did he look like?"

"I'll show you." The three of us let out an audible gasp as Vincent grabbed one of his paintings, and painted over it with white paint.

"Oh, no, no, no!"

"What?"

"It's just… that was quite good… On you go." I watched as Vincent sketched a rough sketch with a piece of charcoal. When he was done, a odd bird like creature was staring back at us. But it also looked a little bit reptilian. At least that explained the chicken like smell. "Okay. Okay. Right. Amy and Coco, make Mr. Van Gogh comfortable. Don't let any invisible monsters in through the front door."

"But it could be waiting outside!"

"You're crazy if you think I'm letting you go out there alone. Amy's right, it could be anywhere."

"What's the worst that could happen?"

"You could get eaten by a creature you can't sense. Which is why I'm going with you. I'll at least be able to tell it's there."

"No. You're staying here Coco." Since when did he start calling me Coco? Not that I mind, but still…

"No. I'm coming with you. And we can stand here and argue about it, or we can get going. Regardless, I'm going with you." After letting out a sigh, the Doctor told me,

"Fine. We'll be back before you can say, 'Where've they got to now?'" Only moments after we had stepped outside, the Doctor put his head back inside the door. "Not that fast! But pretty fast. See you around." I rolled my eyes at the man, before telling him,

"You're such a child."