Chapter 3: A Minor Complication
Disclaimer: See chapter one.
Pollockmastriani: Trust me; failure is NOT an option for them. I don't think anyone wants anything to happen to the Doctor. And like Minerva told Jenny: Donna and the Doctor NEED each other. I'm glad you like it.
And to anyone who cares, it might be a little bit before my next update. I'm going home from college on Saturday, and I live out in the boonies, which means: NO WIRELESS INTERNET!!! *Sobs* But don't worry, I'll work on it and do a mass update at some point unless I decide to drive to my aunt's house to upload stuff when I'm done with a chapter. Just stay with me.
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Minerva sat Indian-style on a workbench and watched in great amusement as her father and godfather tried to put together the machine to her directions. She had a hard time not snickering at the fact that her father would flinch slightly when her godfather got too close or that he tried not to touch him.
Jack felt wrong to all of her family, but she and her siblings could stand the 'wrongness' of their godfather since they'd been around him their whole lives; the little ones may have trouble sometimes, but their strong aversion to it would fade as they got older.
She twisted the mint Oreo she held in her hands and went to lick off the mint flavored filling. She paused when the Doctor went to connect two wires. "I wouldn't connect those two if I were you." she told him.
He gave her a slight glare over his 'brainy specs'. "I'm over nine hundred years old. I think I know what I'm doing."
Minerva shrugged. "Suit yourself then." She licked the crème of her cookie and watched as he touched the wires together.
A wave of electrical current sped through the Doctor's body. His crazy hair stood on end and he jumped up from where he sat, letting go of the wires. He danced around the room, shaking his hands as he cursed in different languages.
Both Minerva and Jack burst out laughing at the sight he made.
Minerva laughed so hard that she fell off the other side of the table and landed among some boxes of supposedly 'spare' parts for the TARDIS.
The Doctor crossed his arms and glared at both of them when Minerva stood up. "It isn't funny."
Jack wiped away the tears of mirth that were streaming down his face. "Whatever you say, Doctor."
Minerva grinned a manic grin at him as she leaned on the table. "Oh, it was funny all right. It wasn't as funny as the time my twin tried to help Daddy fix our TARDIS and they both got covered in a shower of sparks because they were messing with something that didn't need messed with. Their hair went every which way and they smoked a little bit for at least ten minutes. And the lecture Mum gave them…Oh, it was memorable."
The Doctor huffed and bent down to try again.
There came a sound of giggling from somewhere in the room.
Minerva stood straight up, eyes darting around the room. "Rassilon please, no. Not here, not now." she muttered.
More giggling came.
Jack and the Doctor both looked up from what they were doing.
"What is that?" Jack questioned.
"If it's what I think it is, I am so going to kill my twin." Minerva told him.
"What's the matter, Miss Minnie? Don't you want to have some fun?" a childish little voice questioned before more giggling happened.
Minerva began to shift stuff around. "Your idea of fun and my idea of fun are two completely different things." she replied semi-sweetly with a strained smile. "And when I find you, I'm putting you in a bottle and pitching it into a black hole."
More giggles were heard.
"Why would you wanna do something like that? It's not very nice, Miss Minnie." the voice told her.
"Neither is some of the stuff you do. Why don't you come out and we'll talk about it?" Minerva ducked down to check underneath the shelving unit that held the tools.
"Nuh-uh, Miss Minnie. You has to find me. Part of the game."
Minerva straightened and put her hands on her hips. "And if I don't play?"
A small being that looked like a pixie appeared by the Doctor and stole the inner components of the device. "Then you doesn't get the prize and everything goes 'BOOM!'. I heard you and Wilfie-Wilf talking. Don't want everything to go 'BOOM!', do we Miss Minnie? Then Mother-lady won't be and Talkie One won't save the multiverse no mores and everything disappears with a 'POP'."
Minerva stared at it. "Oh, no. You can't do that. See, if we don't have that, then everything goes 'POP'. And that includes you, which means, no more fun."
"But you has to play, Miss Minnie. Those is the rules." it replied.
Minerva grabbed the Doctor's suit jacket and rummaged in the pockets. "How about a trade? I'll give you something just as important and I'll play for it."
It clutched the circuitry close and regarded her shrewdly. "Like what?"
Minerva pulled her arm out of the Doctor's pocket (she'd stuck it in up to her elbow) and hid her hand behind her back. She put the suit jacket back on the chair and put her other hand behind her back. "Guess what hand it's in first." Be ready to grab the circuitry, she thought to the Doctor.
He gave a tiny nod.
The pixie-like being looked at her. "Oh, no. I's not falling for that trick again, Miss Minnie. The Talkie One may have got me, but I is too smart to fall for it a second time."
Minerva mentally swore. "Grab it!" She pulled a device from behind her back and aimed it at the little alien as the Doctor made a swipe at what it held.
It squeaked and took off running.
Minerva cursed in Gallifreyan and took off after it.
The Doctor shot to his feet and followed with Jack.
"What is that thing?" Jack questioned.
"A Pixos, but they're supposed to be extinct." the Doctor answered.
Minerva growled in annoyance as they came to a hub that had many hallways leading from it. "It is a Pixos. There's a very small colony that's kept as a show in an inter-planetary circus. My parents took my twin and I to see it once when we were six. That one fixed itself on him and I and escaped, sneaking its way on the TARDIS. It was fine for a couple weeks, but then it started to get out of hand and would get violent when we wouldn't play with it. Well Daddy wasn't about to take that, so he caught it. A couple years back, one of the little ones found the container it was in while my twin and I were babysitting on the night of Mum and Daddy's monthly date. My twin took it from them and swore to me later that night that he'd put it somewhere the others couldn't find it and it couldn't get out."
"The bottle broked and I followed my favorite one. You is always more fun to play with than Wilfie-Wilf, Miss Minnie." the voice of the Pixos stated.
Minerva looked down the different hallways. "I have an idea. I think you'll like it."
"What is it? What is it?" it asked excitedly.
"It's about what will happen if I win. If I win, you'll give the prize to one of the men with me and go into a bottle again. And if you win, you can have one thing you want. Agreed?" Minerva suggested.
"What'll they get if they win?" it asked, referring to the Doctor and Jack.
"The same thing she gets." the Doctor told it.
"Okay! Wanna know the game?"
"Yes. And the rules." Minerva added. She and Wilf had once made the mistake of not asking what the rules were and had ended up getting in trouble for something the Pixos had done.
"Hide-n-go-seek tag. You three is 'it'. The rules is simple. You look for me and if you can tag me when you find me, you wins. But if you gives up…"
"You win." Minerva stated softly. "And just what do you want if you win?"
The voice became darker. "Your soul."
Minerva rolled her eyes. "Great. We're playing a game with an alien that wants my soul and doesn't care if the multiverse is destroyed. Wonderful."
Jack looked at her. "I think this is going to put us off schedule for awhile."
She grinned at him. "Oh, no. This is just a minor complication. Just wait until it goes to turn the tables on you. Then we'll start worrying."
"Let's find it before it does that. Pixos have a bad reputation. And if it wants your soul, then that's bad. Very bad." The Doctor took off down one hallway.
Jack and Minerva took off down a different hallway each.
The Pixos grinned evilly as it appeared where they had been standing. It was finally going to get the powerful and pure pulsing soul that belonged to Minerva.
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A/N: Short chapter, but only because I have to pack and clean my dorm. The next one will be longer, or so I hope.
