As Clara walked up to the Rose and Crown, she noticed a smoking car pull up on the wrong side of the road. There was smoke coming out from under the hood as four people stepped out; a balding man, a dark-haired woman, a out-of-the-box redhead, judging from the shade of her hair, and a small blond girl.

"Well, ****!" Said the man in an American accent, smacking the hood of the car. "This car is ticking me off!"

"This is, what?" Asked the redhead in the same accent. "The fifth time? That rental dude saw us coming, huh?"

"How long's this going to take?" Asked the little girl. "We're going to miss my birthday party!"

"What?" Snapped the redhead. "You think this is my idea of fun? I've got PMS and jet lag, Shborgan! I'm less thrilled about it than you are!"

"Lily!" Said the woman. "Stop that! Apologize to your sister!"

"Sorry Morgan." Said the redhead. She leaned against the car and pulled out her iPod, tapping away.

"Can I play on it?" Asked Morgan.

"Over my cold, stiff body."

"Hey!" Said Clara, walking over. "What's the problem?" The man looked up and smiled at her.

"Hi." He said. "The dang car keeps breaking down."

"Oh." Said Clara. "I got that, even through the American English."

"You're the ones with the accent!" Said Morgan.

"We'll start speaking right when you start driving right." Muttered Lily, looking up from her iPod.

"What?" Asked Clara.

"Lily!" Shouted the woman.

"The Germans invented the car, and have always driven on the right side of the road." Lily said. "If you insist that we speak English wrong, then you have to admit that you drive wrong, otherwise your argument is null." She looked at Clara's slack-jawed face and smiled, then went back to her iPod.

"Er, um." Started Clara. "Well..."

"Clara!" Shouted Jack, leaning out through the door. "What's the hold-up?"

"Er, some tourists are having some car trouble." She answered.

"Really?" Jack asked. "I'll get Rickey to take a look at it!"

"It's Mickey!" Said a black man, coming out. "What is it?"

"Crooked salesman." Said Lily, still immersed in her iPod. "Gave us a jalopy made in 2003."

"What?" Asked Mickey.

"Car's been breaking down all throughout the trip." Explained the man. "This is the fifth dang time!"

"Well, I guess I'll take a look." Muttered Mickey. He walked over, lifted up the hood, and tapped on the engine. It fell over, as far as it could go.

"That didn't sound good." Said Morgan.

"You can say that again." Muttered Lily.

"Here's the problem." Said Mickey. "The connection with the engine's rusted through. Another casualty of the English weather, I'd say."

"Can you fix it?" Asked the woman.

"If I had a new engine, maybe." Said Mickey. "But I don't. I'd have to drive up to Gallifrey and get it, but the shop'll be closed by the time I get there. You'll have to stay overnight."

"But my party!" Whimpered Morgan. "Today's my birthday, and we were going to meet Grammy and Grampy and have cake!"

"This stinks." Groaned Lily.

"Oh, it's alright sweetie." Said the woman, rushing over to her daughter. "We'll just have it tomorrow."

"But my birthday's today!"

"If I ever meet that salesman again..." Muttered Lily.

"Can't we do something?" Whispered Clara.

"Yep." Jack whispered back.

—•—•—

Lily sighed and leaned on the back of her chair. The proprietor of the bar'd been nice enough to let then stay for a bit while they sorted out some sleeping arrangements or whatever, but she was bored out of her skull. She could listen to music, or something, but she'd lent Morgan her earbuds and the little weasel wouldn't give them back, and Mom'd agreed with her. Justice was dead anymore.

Lily blamed Obama.

She noted out of the corner of her eye that Morgan was chattering away with some of the people next to her, two guys who looked like they needed to keep away from light sockets, one in a red jacket, one in a scarf, and a dark-haired girl who looked like she may have the hots for scarfy. Lily sighed and began twirling her Yellowstone keychain around her finger, a little pocketknife. It only had three things on it, but it was the only one that had her name on it.

"Jelly baby?" Lily looked behind her and noticed Morgan holding out a green little gummy. She took it and popped it in her mouth.

"Thanks." She muttered, returning her gaze to her iPod.

"Mr. Tom offered me one, and he said you could have one too, so I picked out a green one, because I know you love green gummies."

"Thank him for me please." Muttered Lily.

"Are you reading something dirty?" Asked Morgan.

"Depends on your point of view." Muttered Lily.

"So you are?"

"It'd be dirty to Aunt Hattie, but not to Grandma."

"You say that about everything!" Morgan said.

"Aunt Hattie thinks everything is dirty." Lily said. "Remember when I showed up wearing that denim vest?"

"I didn't think you looked like a skunk."

"She called me a skank."

"Oh." There was a pause. "What's a skank?"

"A sleazy gal."

"I don't think you're sleazy."

"Thanks." Muttered Lily, eyes glued to her iPod. "Don't worry, I've been called worse."

"When?"

"I got into a fight on the forums over a pairing. It got real ugly real fast."

"What did they call you?"

"Bulgarian for a leprous hunchback, but I think it had a deeper meaning." Lily smiled, remembering the admin's reactions.

"That was mean." Said Morgan thoughtfully.

"I did insult their OTP." Said Lily. "But it was begging for it. Sam/Dean indeed. Ugh."

"Lily! Morgan!" The sister's heads snapped up to see an elderly couple in the doorway.

"Grammy! Grampy!" Morgan shouted gleefully.

"Back in business now!" Lily crowed, running towards them. "How'd you get here?"

Apparently Jack had some connections at the airport in Gallifrey and had tracked them down. Then the girl's dad, Scott, had called them up. Thirty minutes later, they were on their way to the town of TARDIS.

"Thank you!" Said Morgan, smiling up at Jack.

"No problem kiddo." Jack said, smiling.

"Bye!" Said Lily, getting in the car, along with her parents. "C'mon Morgan." Morgan ran after her, but before she to in, she waved one last time.

"Thanks Captain Jack!" She giggled.

"Captain Jack?" Mused Jack. "I like it."

BloodLily: Happy Birthday Sis! :D Sorry if it's a bit rushed, but I did this in two days so I could post today. Hope you like! Reviewers get birthday pie!

Unicorn Plushie: Bloody doesn't own DW! Or her sister!

BloodLily: The thing about the driving and accents was based on a forum arguement, and the mentioned point was made by scottyj86. And yes, I was called a leprous hunchback once. R&R please!