A/N: Thank you so much for reading! I know it's been a little while since I last posted some, but I haven't had much time to write. Here is chapter 9, and the introduction of the Star Wars/Firefly timelines. The usual disclaimers still work. Enjoy! R&R!
Chapter 9
I turned to find Captain Reynolds standing in the doorway. He must have snuck in at some point after I sent Morgana on her way. "Reynolds, what are you doing here?"
"You should tell me that."
I ran my hand through my red locks, tugging the leather thong loose. It fell to my feet, then through the grates. "I want to know why you are on my ship, Reynolds. Then I will tell you exactly what is happening, but you shouldn't be here for me to explain it to anyways."
He twirled his hands together before answering. Oddly, he seemed a little embarrassed and nervous. "I saw that you came out of a rock. I had to find out where it went. I had no idea it would be bigger on the inside. Then you came in and pushed buttons, and now the door won't open. I was going to be in and out before you knew I was here."
I smiled. He looked awfully uncomfortable. "Well, you're stuck with me for a while. That door isn't opening until we get to our desination."
"And where is that destination exactly."
I glanced down at my console. It told me were traveling to a place very far away. A place that might just make Reynolds loose his consciousness. I shouldn't have told him, but how could I not?
"We are going to a place called Coruscant. By the looks of it we are getting close. You are going to need to change." I looked down at my kilt. "So am I. Follow me."
I walked down the hallway that I knew was my closet. I was not ashamed that I was excited to add a kilt to my ever increasing closet. It wasn't long before I could hear Reynolds right behind me. I glanced back and noticed he was still wearing his armor and sword. "You are going to need to leave the sword here."
He put his hand protectively on the hilt of his sword. "I can't leave it here. I won't leave it anywhere unattended."
"It will be safe here, Reynolds. Trust me."
He chuckled. "Trust you? You, are the last person I will trust Godric. But it seems I have no choice. I will not leave this place without a weapon, though. What do you propose I use?"
"You'll see." I pushed open a door, and found myself bombarded various items of clothing. After pushing them aside, I walked to the middle of the room. I waited a few minutes for Reynolds to take in. In the meantime I made my way around the room, picking up pieces of clothing that would work best in the new place I was going. I decided I didn't have a choice, and got some things for Reynolds.
"Where do all these come from?" he asked as I returned to stand next to him, my arms full. He was fingering a very bright piece of plastic that was supposed to be a hat.
"All over. It also helps that it is also 'when' they came from. That is from the 1980's."
"The what?" he asked, his mouth opening.
I just smiled and handed his clothes. "You'll see. There is a room in the back. You can change in there." I gestured to what seemed like a very small door behind a rack of leather jackets. I changed while I waited for him.
He slammed the door open. He pulled at the collar of his shirt. "This is what they wear, wherever we are going?"
I grinned at him. "Yep, including those lovely boots you are wearing."
He scuffed the softened leather boots at the floor. "I feel like I need more. I feel naked."
"Well, let me assure you, you don't look naked. Grab a coat from behind you if you need it. A full suit of armor will not fit in where we are going."
Scanning the rack, he pulled off a long brown leather coat and slipped into it. "Now what? You said something about a weapon."
"Follow me." I led the way out of the room, swinging a black coat over my own red shirt. We didn't go very far, and I led the way into something that couldn't be found in many of my fellow Timelord's Tardises. A shooting range.
"Now, much as I don't really trust you with this, I don't really have much of a choice. This is what is called a gun. It is much more powerful than any sword or knife that you will ever hold." I handed him a simple handgun.
"And how exactly is this more powerful than a sword? There aren't any sharp edges, it wouldn't do much damage." He swung the gun around, fingering it. I was glad I hadn't put the clip in.
I grabbed the gun from his hands. "Just shut it and watch." I clicked the clip into place and aimed at a target at the far side of the range. I pulled the trigger, and a loud pop emitted, closely followed by a hole being blast through the target. I then pulled the lever behind me and the target came towards us.
"How…what…" Reynolds couldn't seem to make a complete sentence.
"Don't worry, it takes a while to get used to. Here try it before I allow you into the world with it." Already, I could feel the Tardis slowing down.
Surprisingly, the guy took to guns like a natural. It didn't take long for him to warm up to the hand gun and want to start on the shotgun. I was probably one of the few Timelords who accepted guns as a natural weapon, but I was scared how well he took to a gun.
"You know, it should only be used as a last minute thing."
"Gryffindor, you should know me better than that. I may hate you, but I do know how to preserve life. I didn't get to the top of the castle guard by killing everything in sight. I do know some restraint." He palmed the handgun, expertly popping out the clip with only a few minutes of practice. "So how do I carry this? Is there a sheath?"
"It's called a holster, and yes. I handed him a hip holster, which he strapped to his waist, and his leg to keep it in place. I took a good look at him and realized what I had just created. This Captain Reynolds would one day become quite famous, though the people of the future would only look to him as a fictional hero.
"We should go. I think we've landed." The vibration that always ran through the Tardis had stopped, and we were finally on Coruscant. I left the gun range, and walked through the halls back to the console room.
Before leaving the ship, I checked the console to make sure outside was safe. Captain Reynolds followed close behind me. I opened the door and was bombarded with light and noise. I had spent too much time in the primitive land of England, that this city planet was almost too much. I had to blink a few times to get reacquainted to the lights and sounds that a day ago I didn't even know existed.
I could just imagine what Reynold's reaction was. I turned around to find him flat on the floor, unconscious. I just smiled, and shut the door. I knew that it may be a while before we could leave the Tardis.
As I waited for Reynolds to come out of his sleep, I sat by my console, letting myself be reminded of all the different aspects of my beautiful girl. Already, all my memories of all the places I had been, all the times I had been. I'd been to this planet plenty of times. But it always amazed me how different they could be in the same exact year. Coruscant and Earth. Two very different worlds, yet both amazing in their own ways.
I watched the video feed from outside, watching all types of people walking by. Reynolds must have seen the people of different shapes, sizes, and colors that were walking by. Some had one head, some had three. Some taller than any human could be, some were half the size of a human, with goo seeping out of their skin.
Eventually, Reynolds woke up. He gripped the back of his head, where a large goose-egg was forming. "What happened?"
"Easy. You saw what was outside, and couldn't handle it. Basically, you fainted."
He glared at me. "I just fell over. It was nothing more."
I laughed. "Yea, and you were down for a good ten minutes. You were just taking a little rest on the floor right?" If looks could kill, I would have been dead. "Would you like to try again? I will warn you, -"
"And you couldn't warn me before?"
I looked at him. "And why would I do that, when I was able to watch you faint?" Again, a glare. I stood up. "This is not a place that is like home at all. There is going to be lots of lights that are not light by fires. There will be much more sound, and the people are going to look odd. I think it would be best for me to try to answer questions as you get them, but don't gawk. It's not really normal for this place to attract newbies."
Reynolds took a deep breath. "Let's just do this."
I shrugged and led the way back to the door. I slowly opened the door, and checked to make sure there wasn't anything very strange outside before opening it wider. Reynolds followed close behind me. I felt his arm on my shoulder as I turned around an locked the door to my Tardis. I stowed the key in a hidden pocket on the inside of my jacket. I turned to check my surroundings.
The hustle and bustle of Coruscant was even louder now, and Reynolds face was white. Luckily, he didn't look like he was going to faint, so I walked down the crowded street. Based on the sound coming from behind me, Reynolds and his 'cowboy' boots weren't far behind me. Personal pods zoomed just over our heads as I headed down escalators, and hurried past many pubs whose bright lights beckoned. And at everyone I heard Reynolds footsteps slow, the quickly hurry to catch up with me.
At the bottom of the next escalator, I reached my destination. It was a small green door, wedged between two rather raucous looking pubs. Reynolds stopped beside me and stared at the door.
"What are we doing here?" he asked, looking at the door as if it might open and release all kinds of dangerous beings.
"This," I gestured to the door, "is where I am leaving you. You can't come with me, but I can help you get used to this place."
He stared at me, flabbergasted. "Wait, are you telling me that after pulling me from my own world, my own time, you are going to just leave me in a place that is very different from what I know?"
"I won't just leave you, but I am going to help you get settled, and this is as good a place as any." Without waiting for a response, I knocked on the door.
I was surprised anyone came to the door with the noise that was coming from either side. But it was only a few seconds before the door opened. It revealed a tall woman, dressed similarly to Reynolds choice of attire. Her skin was dark brown, and her eyes matched. Though her face was stern, her eyes showed the rare warmth that couldn't be found often in this part of the universe.
"How can I help you?" she asked, looking between Reynolds and myself.
"Hello, ma'am. I was wondering if we could come inside. My friend here needs a bit of help."
She nodded, and opened the door further. I followed the woman into the building and down a darkened hall. The walls muffled the sound of the pubs to either side. The door closed behind us and the sound of Reynolds footfalls were also muffled in the long carpet that covered the floor. We were led down a flight of stairs, and into a smoky room. Around the room were people who stared at us. Obviously they didn't get many visitors.
"Follow me. My office is over here. We can talk in there." Reynolds stared around wide eyed as we followed the woman through the room. Every eye followed us, before the door closed behind us.
The woman turned to look at us from behind a rather imposing desk. Nothing else was in the room, beside the desk and a large cabinet that I recognized immediately. "Now, I demand to know your names, and why exactly you are here."
I saw no point in lying. "My name is Godric Gryffindor, and this is Malcom Reynolds. And you ma'am are a Timelord."
