Sam stepped into the TARDIS after Jack. He froze in the doorway, his eyes growing huge. He swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry.
"It…it's bigger on the inside?! Well," he gestured toward the room, "I-I mean, I kinda guessed it had to be bigger, but...not , not this big," Sam exhaled. "Wow."
Rose gave him a sympathetic smile. "You get used to it after a while."
Sam slowly made his way up the ramp, gazing around. There were huge, root-like structures that lined the large room, giving it a strange blend of organic and mechanical attributes. In the center of the room was a round, bulbous structure with a large, glowing blue cylinder coming straight up from the center of it. As Sam got closer, he could see a wide array of strange objects that were attached or embedded in what he assumed what the control panel. The whole thing glowed an eerie blue from within.
There was also a three-seater couch…thing that looked like it belonged in the back of a plane or something off to one side of the raised platform that served as the main floor of the TARDIS but through the latticework Sam could see a tangle of wires and other various mechanisms. Rose was sitting on the couch-thing and she patted the empty spot next her. Sam warily sat down and put his bag between his feet. He peered at the control panel, his brow furrowed.
"Is that…a VCR remote?"
Among the wires and levers, the flatscreen monitors and strange keyboards, were objects he would expect to find in a kitchen or a junk shop. Bits of a rotary phone, a hand-cranked egg beater, an oddly colored glass sphere, dials and switches and buttons, it was some form of very organized chaos. There was even what looked like the bell of an old bicycle. Sam reached for it, curious, but the Doctor caught his hand.
"Don't touch that," he warned gravely. "Don't touch anything on this without my permission."
Sam retracted his hand. "Gotcha. Noooo touchy."
The youngest Winchester put his hands in his hoodie pocket and looked around. There were thick cables running along the bottom of the walls, and a mess of them under the translucent floor, dimly lit in a whiter shade of blue than the central console. He turned around, examining the area, and saw a walkway to another smaller platform that had a tight spiral staircase going both up into the ceiling and down into the floor.
"Where does that go?" he asked Rose. The Doctor was quietly talking with Jack as he fiddled with something on the console.
"The other rooms. There are, I dunno, probably an infinite amount of them. Well, maybe not infinite, but there sure are a lot." She smiled at him. "This is a spaceship, ya know. The Doctor told me the TARDISs were meant to hold a vast amount of Time Lords." Her voice grew softer. "Armies of them, even. But," and her voice went back to normal volumes, "now it's just The Doctor and I and this great big ship."
"Do you ever get lost?"
"You learn not to venture too far in without a guide," Rose laughed. "But there is a pool. And a library, great big library, as well as some other fun rooms. We don't use them much, but they're good for relaxing when we're between worlds or the TARDIS needs a repair or sumthin."
"Does that happen often?"
"Not really."
"Where all do you go, with him, in this?" Sam was curious. These two, the Doctor and Rose, they could go anywhere and anywhen they liked.
"Well," Rose smiled and leaned back on the couch, "we've been loads of places. Went back and met Queen Victoria and a werewolf, that was sorta fun. Been to the end of the world, the beginning of others. Space colonies. Cities in the hearts of planets." She paused, reflective, then laughed. "We usually get into trouble or stop trouble wherever we go. And there is always a lot of running involved." She held one leg out straight, inspecting her muscles. "My calves are in the best shape of my entire life." Sam laughed at that and Rose joined him. "Yea, I know, right? It's like, I didn't know I signed up for the intergalactic marathon training program." The humans laughed some more.
The Doctor smiled at them from around the glowing central column. Rose was telling Sam about one of their adventures in the distant future, in the city of New New New New New New New New New New New New New New New York, where cat doctors had been using engineered people as lab rats. Sam looked both properly revolted and fascinated.
"We're here," the Doctor called out as the TARDIS shuddered to a stop. "Grab your stuff, it's time to meet who you'll be working with."
Sam grabbed his bag and followed Rose and Jack out of the TARDIS.
Dean was eating blueberry pie at a small diner; he shot Cas a short text message with his location in case he had anything to share. He didn't even glance up when he heard the whisper of Castiel's wings. He chewed the mouthful he had currently and wiped his mouth before speaking, looking up at the angel that sat across the table from him.
"So, do the other angels suspect anything yet?"
Cas was silent for a few moments. Dean ate more pie. "It's difficult to say. It seems the Doctor is an elusive man, even if you know what you're looking for. It's possible they've found something but I don't think they'll catch up with him until he wants them to."
"Do we even know anything about him?"
"Only that he's been here before. I've tried to look into it but I don't want to tip off the garrison."
"Yeah, I'll call Bobby and see if he has anything to say about it. I'll see you la-" Cas disappeared and Dean slumped his shoulders in annoyance. He took another bite of pie and worked his phone out of his pocket.
Bobby picked up on the third ring.
"Hey, Bobby. We got a lead but I don't have a good feeling about it."
"Well, spill. What'd you find?"
"Cas said the angels have been trying to track down this time traveler. Apparently he's gathering a little army and the angels aren't very happy about it."
"So, what? You think he might be worth looking into?"
"More like he thought we'd be worth looking into. He showed up at our motel." Dean stabbed at his pie.
"So he ain't fooled by angel or demon wards. What does that make him then?"
"He said he was an alien, something about a time lord. That he came from some planet named Gallifrey. Called himself the Doctor."
"'The Doctor?' Is he some Voyager nut? Doctor who?"
"I don't know, Bobby. Could be an alias. He didn't actually tell us much." Dean smiled at the waitress as she took his empty plate and threw down a couple bucks before getting up and heading out of the diner.
"Well, what all did he tell you?"
"Nothing we didn't already know. He knows about Lucifer and the Apocalypse and said he wanted us on his team to help stop him. He's got this blue box thing that's apparently a space ship. He's taking Sam to Avengers Tower in New York."
"Sam? What about you?"
"Like hell I was getting in that thing. I'm driving there."
"You let Sam go off by himself with some alien you met for five minutes? You idjit, what were you thinking?!"
"I was thinking he could keep an eye on them! Cas said they were good as far as he could tell and we needed someone on the inside to get more information. We didn't have much of a choice, Bobby, give me a break." Dean slammed the door of the Impala and fished his keys out. "Listen, we still don't know much. Would you look him up?"
"Yeah, yeah. But when your brother gets lost in space, don't come crying to me."
"Thanks, Bobby." Dean hung up, tossed his phone into the passenger seat, and started the car, cranking up Metallica to make himself feel better.
Sam stepped out of the TARDIS, his eyes wide as the fact that he had just traveled from Tennessee to New York is a TIME-TRAVELING SPACESHIP hit him fully. "That...that was amazing!" He looked around himself. "Where are we?"
"A storage room in the Avenger's Tower. It's further away from the top than is really practical in an emergency, but it is more secure down here." The Doctor was the last one out and he locked the door behind them, slipping the key into his pocket.
Jack laughed at the painted area around the TARDIS. "I don't think I've ever seen a spot designated for TARDISs to land."
"Tony protested when we landed in the living room."
Rose heard the whirring of the elevator, which meant Tony was probably on his way down to greet them. He and the Doctor had installed a program in JARVIS that would detect when the TARDIS was materializing so someone would be there to let them up into the main tower and to explain things to the new people or person .
Sam was looking around the rather dull room curiously when a voice suddenly spoke from all around him: "Good afternoon, Doctor, Rose. Welcome to the Tower-" Sam had a silver handgun out and pointing around in less than a human heartbeat. His eyes were wide and a little crazy, whirling to look all around him. The Doctor, Rose, and Jack all froze, baffled and concerned. Sam had gone from fun and laughing to lunatic and armed in less time than it took Jack to come up with a dirty joke.
"Who and what the hell are you?!" Sam demanded, brandishing his gun at the ceiling. "Show yourself!"
"I would really prefer it if you DIDN'T shoot my house, thanks all the same."
The wry voice made them all turn toward the elevator, Sam's gun leveled at the speaker. Tony gave him a really? You're going there? Look and made a show of holding up his hands slowly.
"Easy there, Gunsmoke, I'm not sure what your issue is but I'm quite sure that 9x19 millimeter bullets are not the answer. They rarely are. I mean, really, if you're going to threaten me, pull out the big guns, I deserves at LEAST .50 caliber, better yet, a rocket, though a nuke didn't stop me so I don't see how your little peashooter will do much dama-"
"Who are y- Wait a second, Tony Stark?! What... I... Who or what was that voice?!" Sam gestured slightly with the gun. The Doctor frowned at him, putting a hand on the barrel and pushing it down.
"I will tell you something, Sam Winchester," The Doctor said in a low, dark voice, keeping eye contact with Sam, "and it would do you good to remember this: I don't like guns. I don't like unnecessary violence. I'm not a fan of violence at all, but I know that sometimes there isn't a peaceful solution, though I will try my damnedest to find it before I have to kill anyone. When you're in my presence, I suggest you do the same or you and I will not get along very well. Do I make myself clear?"
Sam remembered Dean telling him "he could just as easily throw us back to be eaten by dinosaurs if he decides he doesn't like us" back at the motel. Sam swallowed thickly and lowered his gun, locking the safety. He nodded.
"Good!" The Doctor was bright and cheery again and Sam shuddered at the after image of that serious, dangerous, ancient face. His eyes had seemed to bore a hole right into him.
Tony's eyebrows were nearly touching his hairline. Well, THAT'S a side of our friendly neighborhood Doctor I have not seen before. The man, young man really, barely looked a few years out of college. But Tony could tell they were road-haggard years; he could see the strain of them etched into his face. Sam approached Tony and offered him an apologetic smile and a hand to shake.
"Sorry I freaked out. I'm Sam Winchester."
"Tony Stark, genius billionaire playboy philanthropist, occasional superhero." Tony shook his hand briefly. "That voice was JARVIS, the AI that runs the Tower. Say hello, JARVIS."
"Hello." JARVIS sounded amused.
Sam looked toward the ceiling. "Sorry I, uh, tried to shoot you." I am talking to a building…and it's talking back…
"No harm done, Mr. Winchester, and no insult taken."
"Please, call me Sam."
"Very well, Sam."
Jack and Rose came up to join them. Jack spoke toward the ceiling. "You can call me whatever you want," and he winked. The Doctor rolled his eyes.
"As you wish, Whatever You Want."
Jack laughed, tipping his head back. "Oooh, you've got some sass in your coding. I like it."
"He takes after me in some ways, but really he has developed quite the personality of his own," Tony commented. "I don't remember giving him a sarcasm program, but he uses it on me constantly." Tony gave Jack a charming smile, holding out his hand to shake. "You must be Captain Jack Harkness."
Jack shook his hand, his eyes taking in Tony from his feet to his messy hair. "And with a quick wit and attitude like that, you must be Tony Stark. I've seen you on TV." Jack's smile was equally as charming. "I must say, you are much more attractive in person."
The Doctor rolled his eyes again, but Tony only grinned wider. "Is that so? Well, they do say the camera adds ten pounds."
"Ten pounds can be quite sexy in all the right places."
Tony released Jack's hand with a laugh, obviously enjoying the banter. "As much as I appreciate your appreciation of me, and really everyone should appreciate me more so your reaction is entirely right in my mind, I must inform you that I have a wonderful girlfriend that runs my company and is really very terrifying when she puts her mind to it."
"Oh, I don't mind sharing," Jack quirked his eyebrows. Rose bit her lips to keep herself from laughing while Sam looked mildly uncomfortable. Tony's eyebrows quirked in return and he gave Jack a quick assessing glance with his eyes.
"Is that so…"
"Sir." JARVIS's voice sounded both amused and a touch exasperated.
"Right, right, time to get the tour." Tony gestured for the Doctor to take the lead, typing something into his phone as they walked. Doors slid open on the wall to reveal the elevator.
Tony ushered them all into the waiting elevator and a button lit up. They rode up to the 45th floor as Tony told them about the sections of the tower.
"Lobby and public areas on the ground floors as well as services, management and offices are floors five through 40. Private quarters go from 41 to 54. Each Avenger has their own floor from 47 to 54, but you will be staying on the same floor as the other allies the Doctor has brought in from your specific area. Jack, you will be on the same floor as the Doctor and Rose, number 46; Sam, you, your brother, and Castiel will be on 45; and our friends from across the pond are on 44. There are dining halls from floor 55 to floor 58, but we rarely use them. The main kitchen, living room, and all training rooms as well as the lounge and game room are on floors 59 to 69. The party deck goes from 70 through 73, medical is on floor 74, and the R&D labs are 75 through 89."
Tony sounded almost bored as he explained the floor system of the Tower, as if it was a speech he had been forced to memorize and he just wanted to get it over with. He brightened fractionally as he pointed to a button that had 'P' next to it. "This goes to the penthouse floor, which is where I live. It also connects to the roof. Floors 90 and 91 are for the most part off-limits, except for the Quinjet hanger, but you're not allowed in there without an Avenger with you or special permission. Some of the R&D labs are also off-limits and JARVIS will let you know if you try to go anywhere you're not supposed to. JARVIS is the authority here, so if he says not to go somewhere, don't go there. He will help you and will answer just about any question, however, so if you need something ask him first." Tony took a breath as the elevator 'dinged' at floor 45. He got out and Sam and Jack followed. The Doctor and Rose stayed in the elevator, however.
"We'll meet you in the living room," the Doctor said as the door closed.
Tony led the newest arrivals through a slightly curved hallway to a room with a piece of paper tacked to it that read "Sam Winchester." To its far right was to the door labeled "Dean Winchester," to the far left was the one labeled "Castiel," both doors just able to be seen by standing in front of Sam's door. Sam liked that he'd easily be able to see if something was obviously wrong in either of their rooms at a look, and knew that the other two doors could probably be seen in all of the doorways.
"Okay, Desperado, here's your room. Go ahead and get your stuff unpacked, get settled in. I'll take Jack up to his. Wait for me in the hallway when you're done." Tony was grinning like the rooms held a secret prize. Sam opened his door and looked around. It was furnished with modern but comfortable-looking pieces, like a soft velour couch in front of the widescreen TV, a bed that looked like it had one of those memory foam mattresses, and matching dressers as well as a closet for his clothes. It was a simple set of rooms, but functional and elegant. He even had his own bathroom, which was awesome. Windows made up one entire wall in both the bedroom and living room area.
Jack, too, noticed that the other doors were within the sight of his door, probably for safety. Tony headed back to the elevator after giving Jack similar instructions, saying he would wait for Sam.
Jack's room was decked out in dark wood furniture, with a four-poster bed and matching side table plus a chest of drawers. The molding on the ceiling and floor joints were also a dark stained hardwood. Everything looked elegant and stylish while still feeling cozy. Jack grinned as he explored the suite. It was bigger than one person really needed, especially the bed, and he wished Ianto were here so they could make proper use of the extra space. He smirked; of course, if Ianto were here, likely very little would really get done.
There was a small kitchen area connected to the living room part of the suites, with a small table and two chairs, as well as a mini-fridge, microwave, and small stove. Sam's table was made of metal and plastics, to match the rest of the room. Jack's was a deep mahogany wood, seams almost unable to be seen. Both were high-end, quality items and could seat one to two people in the matching chairs provided. Both also had a tablet sitting in the center of said tables, with files of information on their teammates ready to be reviewed. It took Sam some playing around with the technology to get the hang of it and he looked at Dean's information for the heck of it. His brows rose; they had been very thorough.
Everything, from Dean's physiological details to his favorite brand of beer and flavor of pie, had been carefully recorded. There were security footage clips of him, alone and with Sam, doing their hunting thing, many of the clips ones Sam didn't know existed. A very detailed background search had been done. Sam was both impressed and freaked out. The Winchesters had always done their best to stay off the radar, using fake names and avoiding the government when they could, so how did Stark have so much information on them? This was practically Dean's entire life. Sam hesitated before pressing on his own file and felt a shudder ripple through his spine as the pages and pages of information loaded. He felt rather, well, stalked.
He put the tablet back on the table, deciding he would rather meet the other people in the Tower before reading about them and went to the door. Tony was waiting for him in the hall, leaning on the wall next to Sam's door. The hunter jumped when he turned and Tony was right in front of him, not expecting him to be there, but his heart quickly went back to a normal rhythm. Tony was playing with something on his phone, which looked very similar to the tablet in Sam's room. The billionaire looked up as Sam closed the door behind him and grinned.
"You like it?"
"Well, it's a lot better than the places I've stayed at before, that's for sure." Sam followed Tony into the elevator. They rode up to Jack's level, where the man was leaning on the wall of the hallway near them. He stepped in when the doors opened, grinning.
"Love the room, Tony, very cozy."
"Excellent. Pepper chose the interior decorators. Apparently, I can't be trusted with such things." Tony shrugged with a smirk, pressing one of the higher buttons. They rode in silence, the gentle hum of the elevator motor and Tony's mutterings at his tablet/phone the only sounds as Sam and Jack were lost in thought. The display dinged and the doors opened to reveal an open-floor style common area. There was a spacious kitchen with a huge wooden table surrounded by an assortment of chairs. A low wall that doubled as a bar or countertop separated it from the large living room that had a huge TV around which were an arc of sofas and armchairs. A hallway to either side led to more rooms. The Doctor and Rose were sitting on one of the couches, examining the contents of a tablet, and they looked up when the elevator opened.
"Like the rooms?" Rose asked. Jack sat down on the other side of the Doctor, grinning.
"Better than my place at the Hub, but it doesn't feel like home," he replied. He turned his attention to the holographic screen. "What're we watching?"
Sam stood awkwardly in the entryway, looking around. Tony went to the minibar part of the kitchen to make himself a drink. The hunter decided to follow him rather than intrude on the time-traveling trio.
"Where is everyone else?" Sam asked, having expected there to be a welcoming party and rather glad there wasn't.
"Oh, around." Tony swirled his whiskey in the tumbler, making the ice cubes clink, before downing the amber liquid. "Some felt it would be easier on you lot if they weren't all crowded in one room when you lot got here. They're doing their thing, but they'll trickle in to meet you, have no fear, Lone Ranger."
Sam furrowed his brow. "Why do you keep calling me the titles of TV Westerns?"
Tony laughed. "You whipped out a gun from nowhere in no time flat like a dueler of old, what else am I supposed to call you?"
"Gee, I dunno, uh, how about my name?"
"Boring." Tony downed the rest of his drink and poured more whiskey into the empty glass. He breezed past Sam, who was still mulling over his new nicknames, and plopped onto the couch next to Jack. He said something flirty and Jack flirted right back. Sam entered the living room in time to see the Doctor and Rose roll their eyes as the innuendos flew through the air. He stood by the window wall, watching tiny dots that were cars and people scurry around far below him.
The door to the stairway opened and those not telling filthy anecdotes turned to see who it was. A tall, muscular man wearing a sweaty t-shirt and light brown workout pants stepped through the door. He swept his blonde hair back from his face, the strands falling back into a slightly messy coif, and walked toward the kitchen, not noticing the others in the room at first.
Sam gaped at Captain America as he took a glass out of one of the cabinets. He was out of uniform, but Sam would recognize that face practically anywhere, from both his time as a kid reading his comics and all the hubbub on the news from the Chitauri attack some time ago. Sam had always admired the brave and patriotic Captain, and now his personal hero was not 20 feet from him. He immediately stood up straighter and tried to smooth some of the wrinkles out of his shirt.
"Ah, Steve!" The Doctor greeted. Captain America turned from filling his glass with water and noticed the tall, young man standing beside the window. He smiled a warm, easy smile and walked over to him.
"One of our allies, I presume?" He shifted his glass to his left hand and stuck out his right to shake with. "Steve Rogers, C-"
Sam shook his hand reverently, staring at his face. His voice was breathy with awe. "Captain America. I, um, you're my hero. I mean, I read all of your comics when I was growing up...Wow. O-oh, I'm Sam Winchester."
Steve laughed, "It is good to meet you, Sam. You can call me Ste-"
"Steve?"
Steve turned at the cautious, familiar voice that came from one of the couches. Jack had been trading innuendos and flirts with Tony Stark, but now he was standing and staring at Steve with his eyes wide. Steve's brow furrowed in confusion-then his eyes grew large and his eyebrows rose in shock and recognition.
"Jack?! Captain Jack Harkness?"
Jack blinked and snapped to military attention, saluting the other captain. Steve returned the salute and Jack crossed the space between them with large, running steps. They embraced each other tightly, Jack's arms shaking slightly as he held on to the other soldier. Tony came over and was surprised to see tears escaping from Steve's eyes.
After a few minutes, they released each other, though they kept their arms on the other's shoulders. Jack wiped a tear from his cheek, grinning broadly and uncontrollably.
"I haven't seen you since the Battle of St. Vith in 1944. You're looking...damn, you look exactly like you did when I last saw you. Not even a scratch, despite everything you've gone up against, though that's probably thanks to your Magic Moxie Mélange."
"His...what?" Sam asked, baffled. Steve chuckled.
"It's what Jack calls my super soldier serum. Or, did. You know, before I froze. Which you did not do, Jack, so how did you survive so unmarked? It is wonderful to see a familiar face, of course, but how did you...? I mean, you look as though you haven't aged a day!"
Jack laughed, a warm easy sound, and grinned, leading Steve over to a couch with a hand on his arm. "That is a very long story, but yours seems to be pretty lengthy as well. I hear you've been to the North Pole?" The cheeky grin he had was different from the one he normally wore.
"You...know each other?" the Doctor asked, baffled.
Steve turned his head to him, though his body still faced Jack. "Yes, we occasionally fought together in World War II. Our divisions did not conjoin very often, for all we were allies, but we did meet sometimes. Some of the other British forces thought me a mascot or less of a soldier than them or they were too awed or afraid of me to talk with me, but Jack made sure I felt welcomed." He smiled at Jack again here. "We've been friends since I first met him."
"Not a very long friendship, but bonds are formed quickly during war," Jack added.
"That, and you didn't really give me a choice," Steve said.
Jack laughed, clapping him on the shoulder before finally letting go. "Yeah, I can be a little aggressive about making friends."
"Well, I can certainly vouch for that," the Doctor said, turning to Tony who was looking on at the reunion with mild astonishment and curiosity. "He really can get quite pushy when it co—"
"So, Cap, it seems like you're not the only old man in the house anymore," Tony interrupted, leaving the Doctor hanging in midsentence. Tony took a seat in one of the lounge chairs near the couch the captains were on, draping an arm over the back as he scrutinized Jack. "Were you a Capsicle too or how did that work?"
"Yeah, we've got time. How are you still alive?" Steve chimed in, looking from Tony to Jack.
"Well, it's all her fault, really," Jack said, pointing at Rose. She blushed and looked at her feet. "In fact, she caused a lot of trouble that day. Absorbed the Time Vortex, made me immortal, committed Dalek genocide, and caused the Doctor to regenerate."
Tony and Steve gawked for a moment, working over Jack's words one by one. Tony raised a finger and opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out. Jack waited for him to formulate a coherent response, an amused smile on his face. "I think," Tony began slowly, "I may have a question for every single thing you mentioned but what I find most interesting is the word 'regenerate.'"
"You've got 'time vortex,' 'immortality,' and 'genocide' to choose from and you're curious about regeneration?" Sam asked, crossing his arms and leaning back against the bar.
"Precisely."
"I'd be happy to explain but that's more of the Doctor's specialty," Jack said, gesturing for the Doctor to take over from there.
"Ah, yes. Well, regeneration is just something we Time Lords do. It allows us to recover from major injury or sickness. It's rather exciting, actually, never know what sort of form you'll take afterward. Though I've still never been a ginger." He pouted and Rose patted his arm, comfortingly.
"Fascinating," Tony said. "So, your body just repairs itself? Your whole physiological structure changes..." The two men carried on talking about hormone triggers and triple helix DNA sequencing, leaving the less scientifically inclined people to congregate by the bar.
"I guess I can't say the same for Tony, but the word that catches my attention is immortality. Can you really not die, Jack?" Steve asked, walking behind the counter to get drinks for everyone.
"As far as I can tell. World goes dark for a minute but then I wake up again, same as ever. I've been shot, stabbed, drowned, tortured; you name it, it's probably happened to me."
"Decapitation? In my experience, it's hard to come back from that one," Sam said, eyeing Jack suspiciously.
Jack raised an eyebrow. "Are you offering to try it out?"
Sam furrowed his brow briefly, then shrugged and shook his head. "Just asking."
"Mr. Stark?" a voice sounded on the opposite side of the room and everyone turned to see the newcomer.
"John! Excellent timing," Tony declared, going over to the man and guiding him to the small crowd huddled around the bar. "We have some new allies to introduce. John Watson, this is Sam Winchester." The two men shook hands, nodding politely. "And this is—"
"Captain Jack Harkness. Quite a big fan actually. I read your blog," Jack interjected.
"Y-you read my blog?" John stuttered, shaking hands with Jack.
"Do I not seem the type?" Jack laughed. "As it turns out, you and I are kind of neighbors. My team works out of Cardiff."
"You're from Wales? What does your team do that makes my blog worth reading?" John asked, a bit flattered.
"You could say we also deal with homicides and serial killers; ours just tend to be…extraterrestrial in nature."
"Do you…do you mean aliens? You solve alien murders?"
Tony cut in again, reaching between them to grab a drink from Steve. "And this one hunts demons and ghosts. What a big bag of crazy we are." He tipped the glass back, draining it in one gulp. "But I suppose if we're dealing with the damn Apocalypse, maybe a little crazy is just what we need."
AN: Sorry about the delay this week dear readers. We were all in our finals week and wednesday just wasn't a good day for any of us. We're all home now so, we'll be consistent over the rest of winter break now! We hope you enjoyed this chapter!