(Hey, many apologies if I haven't made it clear, yes Blaine is autistic. She usually says aspergers out of habit and she likes saying "I'm an aspie" better. It's not an ableist thing, autism is aspergers and aspergers is autism. One is not better or worse than the other. Also, I'm gonna drop a quick vocab down below, just in case a few terms aren't clear. Not to suggest that you are stupid or anything, just that I realized a few terms may not make sense.)

Asexual- Not having sexual attraction. Blaine is sex repulsed but not all asexuals are.

Dyspraxia- Often comorbid with autism. It's in the same family as dyslexia but not the same thing. Dyspraxia is getting signals mixed etc with your body (ex. Holding a mug of coffee, open pantry door and basically throw mug without meaning to) Blaine has some problems with fine motor control but it's the gross motor control that gets her. Running, balancing, and stuff is pretty difficult. It's not unusual to hear a crash/thud or see Blaine hit the ground with a cheerful "I'm OK!"

Meltdown- Shit has hit the fan and a fight-or-flight response is triggered. Usually from sensory overload in Blaine's case. It's not something you can really control or stop. At best it can be suppressed for a little or fade because the external stimuli that's triggering it has been removed. It's not a temper tantrum, it doesn't stop when you've grown up, it's not childish. Negative stimming tends to happen in Blaine's meltdowns (head banging, punching arms and legs, hand biting, etc.)

Polyromantic- Romantically attracted to some genders but not all (Blaine skips over the entire male side of the spectrum. She just doesn't have any attraction towards masculine qualities.)

Sensory overload- Too much external stimuli too fast. Can be physically painful. Often a result of Sensory Processing Disorder.

Sensory Processing Disorder- Often comorbid with autism. Certain senses don't process correctly causing things to be too much or too little.

Shutdown- The meltdown's shy little cousin. A meltdown is like a bomb going off in your brain. A shutdown is like a thick fog of poisonous gas is choking your thoughts and then a black hole. It's hard to think, everything is incoherent, the risk of sensory overload goes up a lot. It's actually pretty

hard to describe this stuff. Can come before or after a meltdown or just happen by itself.

Special interest- A common autistic trait is to be super interested in a specific subject and obsess over it. It can last a week, a month, their whole life. It can also bounce around as new things bring it to mind and BOOM the obsession with anime has struck. This anime mentioned aliens. Aliens are cool. I'm gonna watch/read more stuff with aliens *two minutes later* BOOM Aliens and anime are special interests. It's confusing but not.

Stimming- usually considered a repetitive motion (rocking, flapping, head shaking, spinning) or something like pressure or chewing. Used as a self regulation when environment is overwhelming or as a response to inner stimuli (emotions, thoughts, etc) I think of "ugly stimming" (don't get mad, please.) as things like punching, clawing, scratching, hitting head against things etc because it's self injurious. I don't mean for it to be offensive.

Stim Toy- As the name implies, it's something to stim with. Chewies are these silicone bracelets, beads, and pendants you can buy. Blaines all time fave is her Azure Braid Pendant. Some stim toys click, other ones (yo-yo) provide motion and visual. It really depends on who it is though. If you need an example check out a site called (don't add the m it's supposed to be like that. Also, don't just google stim toys. It's. Not. What. I. Mean. It. Isn't. 't. Do. It)

Also, I headcanon the Doctor as autistic thanks to butterflyinthewell's tumblr. You can't change that. You cannot make me change that. Don't bother.

Now, on with the story!

The sound started up again the entire room rocked subtly for a second. Vertigo washed over me for a second and then everything stabilized. Looking around at the railings and bookshelves, I spot a doorway leading off somewhere.

"Just how big is this thing?" I ask, now staring at the column in the middle of the console.

"Infinite"

"Where are we going?"

"London." He was smirking.

"London… When?"

"Oh, whenever we land there. You keep talking about lizards, though, maybe I should let you meet a lizard."

"So, one moment it's 'Time is dangerous' Now it's 'let us go to a random time and visit my lizard friend'?"

"Yes, but it's not a random time. It's in the Victorian era."

I grinned "Does your infinite spaceship have a closet?"

"It's name is not infinite spaceship-"

"Well?"

"Yes," He sighed "It does"

"Victorian appropriate clothes included?"

"Yes. Down the hall, go right at the turn, first door on the left." He twiddled with a few buttons "door's open."

((((((Time skip to when she's dressed.)))))(Sorry))

I look in the mirror at the dress. The corset's pressure is comforting but the skirt, well, it's a little bit ridiculous. I don't know why the Doctor has an entire room devoted to Victorian women's fashion, but it was still pretty handy.

I brush and spray my hair until the curls are a bit more uniform. Probably the wrong era style, but I'm not wearing a wig. Wigs are bad.

The entire outfit is heavy but maintains a graceful look that is downright baffling. With a final glance at the mirror, I head back to the console room.

Victorian London, the epitome of ridiculous clothes and warped ideals. The inspiration for steampunk too. I could maybe wear my goggles, But how am I going to bring my bag?

Great, time to go digging. I turn around and- uh, there's a messenger bag. The olive green canvas looks nice with the dress and would probably blend in with the time. I look around the room, a sneaking suspicion wrapping my thoughts.

"Erm… Thanks?"

No reply… But still, it's a feeling I can't shake. Note to self, wipe shoes on a mat. I don't want to piss off the spaceship. I glance at the mirror one more time. You know, I actually look nice in this.

I get back to the control room to see the doctor hasn't decided to blend in. Then again, he's an alien. Maybe that is blending in. I rush over to my bag and start emptying the backpack into the messenger bag. I tuck my braid chew into my sleeve and with a moment's hesitation I open the false bottom and pull out my pocket knife and clip it to the inside of my boot.

The rocking stops (sigh) and the hum changes slightly.

"We've landed?"

"See for yourself."

"How do we know it's safe?"

He grabs the screen thing in front of him and pushes it, causing it to spin around the console until in front of me. There's some circle word things but enough English to notice that it says oxygen levels and radiation levels are safe.

I find myself still watching for that headache. For inconsistencies and errors. Beyond being in an infinite possibly sentient spaceship everything seems fine.

The first thing I notice when we step out is that Victorian London smells absolutely rank. Like smog, feces, and dead things. It literally smells like shit.

"I was going to say I don't believe we actually time travelled, but then I breathed. My mistake." It's bad. Not overwhelmingly bad, just bad.

"What, the breath or what you almost said?" He's looking about trying to get his bearings.

I think about it for a second. "Both. Definitely both."

"Good thing is, we've landed almost exactly where we want to be, let's get going!"

"You make it sound like this is a common occurrence."

He just shrugs and takes off down the street.

I stumble and hurry after him while trying to see everything around me. I feel like Alice in wonderland. Except instead of wonderland it's time travel and instead of a white rabbit I'm following the majestic floof. Ok, not very Alice in wonderland. Especially since all I know is we're going to go meet a lizard.

The Doctor wanders across streets and down sidewalks until stopping at a door and waiting for me to catch up before knocking.

"If you faint, you're going home."

"Faint? Why would I faint?"

Just as I finish the question, the door opens. A- well, a thing that looks like an angry potato in a suit opens the door. I don't faint, but that is no lizard. I keep my mouth shut and try to look unsurprised. I'm probably failing but still, it's the effort that counts, right?