The sound of the Doctor clattering around in the kitchen woke me up. I propped myself up on my elbows, blinking blearily. "What're you doing?"

"Cooking," the Doctor replied matter-of-factly, pulling things out of various cabinets like he owned the place.

"Oh. Okay." I sat up, yawning. That was pretty exciting news to me, not that I'd ever admit it. The Doctor was a decent cook. "What?"

"Omelettes."

I blinked. "I don't have eggs." The Doctor just turned towards me with a shrug, grinning. I hoped he hadn't stolen some hapless person's food.

"Go get dressed," he said, turning back to the stove.

"You can't just come into someone's place and order them around," I grumbled half-heartedly, rolling out of bed and crossing over to my dresser. The Doctor chuckled but didn't reply. I pulled a passably clean outfit out of the drawers. I'd have to do laundry again soon, which was never fun. Managed to set the machines on fire last time. "Be right back."

"Where are you going?"

"Uh, to change?" I pointed towards the bathroom. "I'm not very well going to do it out here, am I?"

"Why not?" The Doctor was doing that head-tilting thing again, looking genuinely puzzled.

"W-well," I stammered, feeling myself blush. Somehow I got the feeling that saying 'because you're here and you kinda freak me out' wouldn't be the smartest move. "Just because!" I escaped to the bathroom and changed quickly, brushing my teeth as well while I was in there.

The Doctor had finished cooking when I came out. I pulled out a chair and sat down, eyeing the food hungrily. "Man, that smells good." I paused, thinking. "Is there a reason for this?"

"No." The Doctor leaned over me to set plates on the table. "I just felt like it."

"Thanks, anyway." If he wanted to cook, I wasn't going to argue with him. It was a major step up from my usual diet of frozen food and instant noodles. The Doctor smiled and sat down across from me. "Okay," I muttered around bites of really delicious omelette, "back to business." Steering our relationship back into professionalism seemed like a good idea.

The Doctor blinked slowly, looking slightly disappointed. Then he dipped his head. "Very well."

"Right. So. Sabbath. He's gotta be the one behind this." A sudden thought struck me and I put my fork down. "Damn. If he's the one who summoned that demon, we might be dealing with a warlock." I ran my hands through my hair with a groan. "Fab. First a disappearance – which was probably a kidnaping, then memory loss and demons, and now a warlock. How do I get myself into these kinds of situations?" I flopped back in the chair with a loud sigh. "Ugh."

"I am sorry." The Doctor said suddenly, making me look up in surprise. He was leaning forward slightly, eyes intense. "I wasn't expecting this. I did not mean to trouble you."

"It's fine." I gave him a weak smile. "Should've known something like this would happen when I said I'd help. Anyway- actually, hold on a sec." I finished up the last of the omelette. It was being very distracting. "Anyway. Sabbath. Any chance some of your fae friends would know of him?"

"No." He shook his head, looking tense all of a sudden.

"Couldn't you ask, though?"

"No!" The Doctor snapped and I jumped, bringing up a spell instinctively. I must've looked pretty panicky because he backtracked immediately. "No," the Doctor said in a much softer voice. "I am…" He hesitated. "Not very well-liked by my kin."

"Oh." For the life of me, I couldn't imagine why. The Doctor was pretty nice, for a faerie…and frankly, it kinda scared me how fond I was getting of him. "Why's that, then?"

He shrugged. "I hold different beliefs than them."

"Right. Fair enough. I'll ask around in the magic community." I ran my hands through my hair again and sighed. That'd be fun. I don't exactly get along with other magic users either. I stopped, suddenly, hands still on my head. "Crap. What time is it?"

"Seven-fifty," the Doctor replied automatically, like he some sort of internal time-keeping system. I swore and jumped to my feet. "What is wrong?"

"I'm gonna be late again." I kicked through the mess in my apartment, searching for my jacket. "Found it," I muttered, pulling it on. "Look. I'll stop by that wizard bar after my shift and nose around. We'll talk later." With that, I pulled on my shoes and fled for work. I felt bad for just leaving the Doctor there but there wasn't much I could do.

The life I lead, I swear.