"Okay, I hate this, Doctor. Stop it, because this is definitely real, it's definitely this one. I keep saying that, don't I?" Amy hugged herself, pacing.
The Doctor moved to the second level of the cold, dead TARDIS. Literally, very cold. "It's freezing," I shivered, hugging myself also.
"Yeah, it's bloody cold!" Rory agreed in frustration.
"The heating's off." The Doctor shouted from the upper level.
"The heating's off?" Rory questioned in disbelief. It was hard to imagine that something as complex as the TARDIS would suffer from something as simple as the heating being off. Unfortunately, that wasn't the only problem.
"Yeah. Put on a jumper. That's what I always do."
Rory shrugged. "Yes, sorry about Mrs. Poggit. She's so lovely though."
I worried at how adamant Rory was about the other world being real, even though I knew this one felt as real to him as it did to the rest of us. The Doctor knew better. "Oh, I wouldn't believe her nice old lady act if I were you."
Amy leaned against the console with her arms crossed. "What do you mean, 'act'?"
"Didn't she creep you out?" I asked her, hoping she would at least feel something was off, but she only gave me a strange look.
"Everything's off, sensors, core power. We're drifting. The scanner's down so we can't even see out. We could be anywhere," The Doctor explained, coming back to the console. "Someone, something, is overriding my controls!"
Almost instantly as he said that, a hologram appeared behind him, on the steps. The man was short, dressed comically similar to the Doctor. I glared, a bit unconsciously. I knew exactly who he was.
"Well, that took a while." The man smiled eerily, walking down to the console. As if he had to—he was a hologram, after all. "Honestly, I'd heard such good things- last of the Time Lords, the Oncoming Storm. Him in the bow tie…" He approached me and leaned in so closely to my face I had to lean back, even though I knew he couldn't touch me anyway. "Though 'last' isn't quite accurate anymore, is it…"
The Doctor's voice was low. "How did you get into my TARDIS? What are you?"
The hologram walked right past him and around the console as if he owned the place. "What shall we call me? Well, if you're the Time Lord, let's call me the Dream Lord."
"Nice look," The Doctor offered, in a voice that sounded like he wasn't really giving much of a compliment at all.
The Dream Lord looked down at his attire. "This? No, I'm not convinced. Bow ties?" He asked accusingly.
I glared at the Dream Lord, walking toward him angrily, and purposefully—walking through him, proving he was a hologram. I pivoted on my heel after I did and crossed my arms.
"Interesting." The Doctor commented, the corners of his mouth turning up slightly.
The Dream lord faintly chuckled. "I'd love to be impressed, but Dream Lord- it's in the name, isn't it? Spooky, not quite there." He disappeared, and reappeared behind the Doctor, Amy, and Rory. "And yet, very much here."
"I'll do the talking, thank you. Amy, want to take a guess at what that is?" The Doctor asked her, as if the Dream Lord wasn't there. Which he technically wasn't, but the Dream Lord's hologram was smiling while Amy made her deductions anyway.
"Um. Dream Lord. He creates dreams." She stated the obvious, being put on the spot.
"Dreams, delusions, cheap tricks," the Doctor tested, looking directly at the Dream Lord.
"And what about the gooseberry here, does he get a guess?" The Dream Lord taunted.
"Listen, mate, if anyone's the gooseberry around here, it's the Doctor." Rory defended weakly.
"There's a delusion I'm not responsible for," The Dream Lord retorted.
"No, he is. Isn't he, Amy?" Rory asked casually, looking for validation.
The Dream Lord grinned. "Oh, Amy, have to sort your men out. Choose, even."
"Why are you so obsessed with the men in Amy's life?" I asked defensively, walking in front of them and facing the Dream Lord.
Now he actually laughed. "Oh dear, I could ask you the same thing."
Heat rising to my cheeks both in anger and embarrassment, I tried to defend myself. "What! I don't—"
"It doesn't matter!" Amy thankfully interrupted. "I have chosen. Of course I've chosen." While still glaring daggers at the Dream Lord, Amy smacked Rory's chest. "It's you, stupid."
Rory was relieved. "Oh, good. Thanks."
The Dream Lord disappeared again and reappeared behind us, leaving me at the back again. "You can't fool me. I've seen your dreams, some of them twice, Amy. Blimey, I'd blush if I had a blood supply… or a real face."
The Doctor approached him and spoke swiftly, fed up with the whole performance. "Where did you pick up this cheap cabaret act?"
"Me? Oh, you're on shaky ground."
"Am I?" He responded, not missing a beat.
"If you had any more tawdry quirks you could open up a Tawdry Quirk Shop. The madcap vehicle, the cockamamie hair, the clothes designed by a first-year fashion student... I'm surprised you haven't got a little purple space dog just to ram home what an intergalactic wag you are." None of us had moved, and although the Doctor didn't seem to be offended at all, I knew better, and we were all worried about what he was hiding. "Where was I?"
Rory stuttered, not understanding the rhetorical question. "Um, you were—"
The Dream Lord disappeared yet again, and reappeared on the stairs above us. "I know where I was!"
This time, I took the opportunity to move closer to the Doctor, and tried to see what else he was feeling besides anger towards the Dream Lord—but I couldn't. His jaw was tensed and his eyes were dark. When I reached for his hand gently, he didn't turn to me, didn't take his glare off the Dream Lord as he began explaining—but he held my hand in his.
It was kind of a habit for me now since the first time in Starship UK. I would see it in his face that he wasn't okay, that he felt sad or angry or something else I couldn't quite put my finger on. And if I didn't know what to say or couldn't say anything—I would slowly and subtly trace my fingers lightly under his palms, until he moved to grab my hand. It was a small gesture, but it was something—and he seemed to readily accept it every time. It was a small reminder of what I had told him the first time—that he isn't alone anymore.
Though this time, I wasn't just grabbing his hand to calm him down. I was grabbing his hand to steady me up. I knew what was coming—I knew we would fall asleep again, but I wanted to figure out what the Dream Lord knew about me. He seemed to be a part of the Doctor, but the way he spoke proved that he knew other things the Doctor wouldn't.
"So, here's your challenge. Two worlds. Here in the time machine, and there in the village that time forgot. One is real, the other's fake. And just to make it more interesting, you're going to face in both worlds a deadly danger. But only one of the dangers is real. Tweet, tweet. Time to sleep."
The birds sounded again, and I opened my eyes wide and gripped the Doctor's hand tight—who had begun falling before I did. I was the last one standing—but I couldn't force myself awake, and couldn't keep my vision on the Dream Lord as I slowly dropped to the ground.
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I woke up with a jolt back in the lounge of the old people's home. I immediately stood up as the Dream Lord strode in the room in a suit with x-rays in hand. "Oh, this is bad. This is very, very bad. Look at this X-ray. Your brain is completely see-through. But then, I've always been able to see through you, Doctor."
It didn't take long for Amy's gaze to snap from a dazed one to an angry and concentrated one. "Always? What do you mean, always?" She asked, piecing together the connection the Dream Lord might have with the Doctor.
"Can you see through the rest of us?" I added. The Doctor sat in the chair, not quite defeated but not quite fighting—while the Dream Lord completely avoided our subject.
"Now then, the prognosis is this. If you die in the dream you wake up in reality; Healthy recovery in next to no time. Ask me what happens if you die in reality."
"What happens?" Rory contributed.
"You die, stupid. That's why it's called reality." The Dream Lord mocked.
"Don't call Rory stupid," I defended, with more bite in my voice than I intended.
"Ooh, getting a bit protective, aren't we?" he smiled.
Amy interrupted before I could think of anything to say. "Have you met the Doctor before? Do you know him?" She turned to the Doctor, who was still slumped back in what used to be Mrs. Poggit's chair. "Doctor, does he?"
"Oh, you girls are getting all defensive over the opposite men. Now, don't get jealous. He's been around, our boy. Never mind that. You've got a world to choose." He approached the Doctor, still sat in the chair. "One reality was always too much for you, Doctor." He turned back around to face me. "Yet… not enough for you." I breathed in sharply. He knew, and everyone turned to look at me with curiosity. I tried my best to seem just as confused as they were, though I didn't really have to try that hard.
"Take two and call me in the morning… Nova, take three?" he smiled, and disappeared.
We were silent for a few moments, everyone staring at me, until Rory spoke up. "Okay, I don't like him," he admitted to me. I smiled at the fact that it took Rory the entire conversation for him to make up his mind on that.
"What did he mean, Nova?" Amy asked me.
I shook my head, honestly trying to piece it together. "I don't get it…" I thought out loud. If the Dream Lord knew I travelled to a different universe, wouldn't he also know that I knew all of this was a trick? Wouldn't he try to change something, or force me to really wake up?
I hoped no one noticed when my face grew pale, coming to a realization. What if he did change something? What if he did know what I knew and really decided to make one place real? Now I observed everything around me closer than before.
Amy crossed her arms and turned to the Doctor, demanding answers. "Who is he?"
He still didn't move from his chair. "I don't know. It's a big universe."
"Why is he doing this?"
"Maybe because he has no physical form. That gets you down after a while, so he's taking it out on folk like us who can touch and eat and feel." He finally stood up and removed the sweater Mrs. Poggit had forced on him earlier, the tight neckline causing his hair to fluff up. He truly appeared as if he had just woken up.
I guess Rory figured he wasn't going to get any answers from the Doctor, and turned to me instead, "What does he mean, deadly danger? Nothing deadly has happened here. A bit of natural wastage, obviously."
"Well maybe it has something to do with the fact that everyone's disappeared?" I offered to him, just as the Doctor looked around the room and noticed the same thing.
"They've all gone…. They've all, gone." He observed slowly, before quickly dashing out the door.
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Just outside the home, the elderly didn't seem to be anywhere, but a group of school children were being ushered towards some ruins.
"Why would they leave?" Rory wondered.
"And what did you mean about Mrs. Poggit's act?" Amy added, not missing the old detail. They made the perfect team together, really. Rory focused on the big pictures, and Amy focused on the smaller details.
"One of my tawdry quirks–" the Doctor said, a bit exaggerated, and I raised my eyebrows at him. I knew he was offended by that earlier, but at least he seemed to be shrugging it off now. "-Sniffing out things that aren't what they seem. So come on, let's think. The mechanics of this split we're stuck in… Time asleep matches time in our dream world, unlike in conventional dreams."
"While when travelling between universes, there's almost always a time difference," I added, glad that my jumping back and forth with the locket was useful. Time always went by faster over here, so maybe that clue could help them scratch that theory.
"Yes, exactly." The Doctor pointed at me.
"And we're dreaming the same dream at the same time," Rory added.
The Doctor began pacing. "Yes, sort of communal trance, very rare, very complicated. I'm sure there's a dream giveaway. But my mind isn't working because this village is SO DULL!" The Doctor shouted, looking up at the sky, not noticing the expressions on Rory and Amy's faces. "I'm slowing down, like you two have."
"Ow," Amy added suddenly, holding her pregnant belly. "Really, ow!" She added, sounding more panicked, before screaming so loud I was sure the children heard. "It's coming!"
The Doctor's eyes widened and he turned to Rory. "Help her, you're a doctor."
"You're a doctor!" He quickly retorted, slowly growing more scattered.
"It's okay, we're doctors," The Doctor squatted and awkwardly gestured his hands at Amy, as if the baby would fall out and he would catch it. "What do we do?" he panicked.
I stood there smiling, knowing what Amy was up to as she sighed and quickly regained her composure. "Okay, it's not coming."
The Doctor stood again. "What?"
"This is my life now and it just turned you white as a sheet. So don't you call it dull again, ever. Okay?" Amy demanded.
"Sorry." The Doctor admitted quietly.
"Yeah," Amy stalked off, Rory following.
The Doctor stood with a dumbfounded expression for a moment, and I couldn't help but laugh. "And you didn't think to ask the other woman what to do, did you?"
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"Now, we all know there's an elephant in the room," The Doctor began, aimlessly swinging back and forth on a children's swing set.
Amy was sitting on the swing next to him, still crossing her arms in anger. "I have to be this size, I'm having a baby."
"No, no. The hormones seem real, but no. Is nobody going to mention Rory's ponytail?" The Doctor pointed at him, getting Amy to break her grudge and slowly smile at him. "You hold him down, I'll cut it off," he offered, and Amy chuckled.
"This from the man in the bow tie?" Rory huffed.
"Bow ties are cool," the Doctor piped, this time making me smile, even though he may not have completely understood why.
He stood from the swings to watch Mrs. Poggit staring at the school children in the distance. "I don't know about you, but I wouldn't hire Mrs. Poggit as a babysitter. What's she doing? What does she want?"
Before he could answer the question, the birdsong began again. Amy sighed. "Oh no, here we go."
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In the TARDIS, Amy and Rory walked over to the Doctor and I, who were already at the console. "It's really cold. Have you got any warm clothing?" Amy asked, rubbing her arms.
"What does it matter if we're cold? We have to know what she is up to!" The Doctor shouted.
"Sorry, sorry." He immediately recovered, as if he was snapping out of his previous mood. We stared at him blankly, all of us understanding he was just frustrated. He rubbed his hands over his face and addressed Amy in a much calmer and slightly apologetic voice. "There should be some stuff down there, have a look," he gestured, and Amy followed. Rory followed too, but not before he defiantly zipped up his hoodie, glaring at him for shouting at her.
I moved closer to the Doctor now that they were gone, and rested a comforting hand on his knee. "You'll figure it out," I assured him. Even if I hadn't seen this before and knew exactly what would happen… I still had faith in him anyway. It's why I made reckless decisions before that may have changed time. I knew that even if I messed up and truly changed the course of time, he could still fix it in the end.
He looked at me carefully—not afraid, but curious. "And what if I don't?"
I smirked. "Then I will," I affirmed. For some reason, I was expecting a laugh, or for him to take him as a joke, or any other reaction that I was used to upon telling people I can do it. But instead, he just… smiled at me. I didn't want to think about what it meant, not right now.
Realizing the compromising position, I quickly spun on my heel. I sat at the edge of the TARDIS floor and jumped to the floor underneath the console. I knew what might happen, that maybe none of this was real, but I had to help, even if it was just something to make him feel better. "Now, there has to be something down here that will work…"
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The Doctor and I stood around the console, already working on it when Amy and Rory arrived. "Ah, Rory, wind." The Doctor handed him a strange, sort of homemade looking device.
Rory looked at it confused, so I moved his hand to where the handle was, and he nodded his thanks at me, while I took the attached wire and handed it to Amy. "Can you plug this in to the monitor?" I asked her, and she obliged, raising her eyebrows at me as she did.
I shrugged, and went back to pressing the buttons I knew of on the console. "Well I mean, it's just a generator." I offered. "I know how stuff works."
Amy tapped the monitor, which wasn't turning on. "It's not enough."
"Rory, wind!" The Doctor instructed.
Rory begrudgingly began winding. "Why is the Dream Lord picking on you? Why us?"
Rory stopped winding when the monitor came to life, revealing a starscape. "Where are we?" Amy asked carefully.
"We're in trouble," the Doctor admitted.
"What… is that," Rory pointed, worried at the large light blue star that appeared on the monitor.
"A star. A cold star." The Doctor ran over to the doors and opened, them revealing a blinding light. "That's why we're freezing. It's not a malfunction. We're drifting towards a cold sun! That's our danger for this version of reality." He explained, forcing the doors closed and returning to look at the large monitor on the wall.
Amy stood close by Rory, hugging herself and shivering. "This must be the dream. There is no such thing as a cold star. Stars burn."
"So is this one. It's just burning cold," the Doctor attempted to explain.
"Is that possible?" Rory asked.
"I can't know everything. Why does everybody expect me to, always?" The Doctor complained, plopping down on the console chair dejectedly.
"It is, though." I tried. "There've been 6 Y-Dwarfs recorded by NASA with temperatures cooler than the human body, so… it's not completely
impossible. They're from the brown dwarf family."
I knew I had a reasonable answer, but I also knew that Rory desperately wanted the other world to be real. He turned to the Doctor anyway. "Okay, but this is something you haven't seen before, this one's a lot colder. So does that mean this is the dream?"
"I don't know, but there it is, and I'd say we've got about," the Doctor checked his watch, "14 minutes until we crash into it. But that's not a problem." He stood up.
"Because you know how to get us out of this?" Rory hoped.
The Doctor, who was putting on a stethoscope, looked to me, wanting me to be the one to break the news instead. "Because by then we would have already frozen to death," I explained, as gently as possible.
"Then what are we gonna do?" Amy worried.
The Doctor began applying the stethoscope to the console. "Stay calm. Don't get sucked in to it, because this just might be the battle we have to lose."
"Oh, this is so you, isn't it?" Rory grumbled.
The Doctor turned to him. "What?"
"A weird new star, 14 minutes left to live and only one man to save the day? I just wanted a nice village and a family." He complained.
I looked to Amy, but she had her head in her hands, and before I could say anything, the Dream Lord appeared behind the Doctor. "Oh, dear, Doctor. Dissent in the ranks. There was an old doctor from Gallifrey, Who ended up throwing his life away, He let down his friends and…" the birdsong began again. "Oh, no, we've run out of time. Don't spend too long there, or you'll catch your death here."
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The Doctor rushed up the steps to the ruins where the children where playing before. "Where have the children gone?" He asked, as he walked up and began using his sonic to scan around the place.
"Don't know. Play time's probably over," Rory responded, before turning to Amy. "You see, this is the real one. I just feel it. Don't you feel it?"
"I feel it both places," she admitted.
I was beginning to get annoyed with how adamant Rory was about this place being real, and drowned them out as I slowly walked towards the Doctor while looking all around. There were piles of cloth and dirt everywhere… until it clicked. I remembered what the aliens did to kill people. This wasn't dirt; this was the children's ash.
The Doctor let some of the dust fall through his fingers. "Playtime is definitely over."
"Oh, my god." Amy realized.
"What happened to them?" Rory asked.
We turned around and looked back down into the village, where the elderly were slowly moving down a path. "I think they did," the Doctor answered.
Amy was confused. "They're just old people."
"No. They're very old people," the Doctor rushed down the stairs, all of us following. "Sorry, Rory, I don't think you're what's been keeping them alive."
The elderly were lined up facing us now, almost in an awkward, feeble battle stance. We all walked toward them, but the Doctor was ahead, moving angrily, until the Dream Lord appeared again, walking out in front of him.
"Hello, peasants. What's this, attack of the old people? Oh, that's ridiculous. This has got to be the dream, hasn't it?" He looked to me as I stopped beside the Doctor. How was I going to figure out what he knew? What he planned? "What do you think, Nova? Let's all push a button and wake up in the TARDIS," he teased. Push a button… as if he knew… but then why would he leave me here if I had the answer, unless I didn't? "You first!" The Dream Lord continued, focusing back on the Doctor.
"Leave her alone!" The Doctor grumbled, glowering at him.
The Dream Lord grinned. "Do that again! I love it when he does that. Tall dark hero, 'leave her alone'." He turned to Amy this time. "Don't you agree, Amy?"
"Just leave her!" Rory glowered at the Dream Lord also.
The Dream Lord squinted at him. "Yes, you're not quite so impressive. But I know where your heart lies, don't I, Amy Pond?"
"Shut up! Just shut up and leave me alone," Amy demanded.
"But listen, you're in there. Loves a redhead, the Doctor!" He turned tome again, "Has he told you about Elizabeth the First? Well, she thought she was the first..."
"Drop it!" The Doctor interrupted, "Drop all of it. I know who you are."
The Dream Lord shook his head. "Course you don't."
"Course I do. No idea how you can be here, but there's only one person in the universe who hates me as much as you do."
The Dream Lord smiled, and I only grew worried. If the Doctor figured out the Dream Lord was a part of him, did he hate himself? "Never mind me!" The Dream Lord quipped. "Maybe you should worry about them."
As soon as we turned our heads towards the elderly, who were now advancing towards us, we looked back to see that the Dream Lord had disappeared.
"Hi," Rory greeted immediately, no real sign of nervousness that should be in his voice. He was still so focused on this world being the real one.
The Doctor tried interrupting Rory as we walked towards them. "Hello. We were wondering where you went. To get reinforcements! Are you all right? You look a bit tense."
"Hello, Mr. Nainby!" Rory greeted an old man.
"Rory, seriously," I warned.
He didn't stop talking, didn't move away, only tried to justify himself to me. "Mr. Nainby ran the sweet shop. He used to slip me the odd free toffee." Even when the man lifted him by the collar, he still tried. "Did I not say thank you?" The man threw Rory back into the mud. "How did he do that?!" He shouted, standing up.
"I suspect he's not himself. Don't get comfortable here. You may have to run. Fast." The Doctor scrambled, looking towards Amy, trying to convince her to move now.
Amy sighed, looking down at her pregnant belly. "Oh, can't we just talk to them?"
Just as she attempted to reason, the elderly all opened their mouths at the same time, revealing a reptile looking eye slowly moving out of them. "There is an eye in her mouth!"
The Doctor scanned them with his sonic. "There's a whole creature inside her. Inside all of them. They've been there for years, living and waiting."
"That is disgusting. They're not going to be peeping out of anywhere else are they?" Rory cringed.
"Don't insult them!" I huffed. I didn't have to explain why, because Mrs. Poggit proved my point for me, leaning forward and shooting a green mist towards us.
Rory began tugging at Amy, pulling her away to safety, while the Doctor put himself in front of us. "Run!" he turned back to them, before addressing the elderly aliens again, knowing better than to attempt to tell me to leave also." Okay, Leave them. Talk to me. Talk to me. You are Eknodines, a proud, ancient race- you're better than this. Why are you hiding away here? Why aren't you at home?"
Mrs. Poggit was the body that was moving, but her voice was low and robotic, representing the creature inside her. "We were driven from our planet—"
"By upstart neighbors." The Doctor finished for her, slowly catching on, while the Mr. Nainby alien continued.
"So we've…"
"…Been living here inside the bodies of old humans for...years. No wonder they live so long, you're keeping them alive."
"We were humbled and destroyed. Now we will do the same to others." Mrs. Poggit announced.
The Doctor made a pained face at how strange the whole situation was. "Okay, makes sense, I suppose. Credible enough, could be real."
A man with a bicycle was walking up beside us, "Morning," he chirped.
I pulled him back by the arm on instinct. "No!" I shouted, right as Mrs. Poggit made a strange screeching noise and opened her mouth to reveal the eye. The mist that shot from her mouth got the bicycle, instead of the man and I, and turned the bicycle to dust.
The man looked to me in shock and confusion, not being able to speak. "Go!" I instructed him, and he uttered a thank you before running back.
The Doctor watched him run, and turned back to the elderly. "You need to leave this planet," he demanded, only to be met with a loud, harsh screech from the creature inside her.
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As the Doctor and I entered a butcher shop, I wondered if the fact that I knew both places were a dream, or at least hoped I knew, had something to do with the fact that I was better at resisting falling asleep than the Doctor was. The aliens, albeit slowly, had been on our tail the entire way over here, and the bird song had been fading in and out. But somehow, we made it through the door, and I wasted no time, knowing exactly where we'd have to go to keep ourselves from the elderly aliens.
"Oh, I love a good butcher's, don't you? We've got to use these places or they'll shut down. But you're probably a vegetarian, you big flop-haired wuss," The Dream Lord teased, leaning over the counter, dressed as a butcher.
The Doctor was headed for a different door, but I pulled him over towards the freezer. I knew we were both too drowsy to try and pick the lock right now. "Shut. Up." I shouted to the Dream Lord. The Doctor didn't seem to protest when I opened the freezer door.
"Oh dear, quite grouchy. Maybe you need a little sleep." The Dream Lord teased. The bird song grew louder, and I fell to the floor. "Oh, wait a moment. If you fall asleep here, several dozen angry pensioners will destroy you with their horrible eye things."
I stood up, my ears beginning to ring, but with every last bit of energy I had, rushed into the freezer, the Doctor following me, and using his sonic to lock the door, as we both fell asleep.
A/N: The Dream Lord has appeared! So what do you all think? How much does he or does he not know?
The next update will hopefully be pretty soon, I'm taking my laptop to school now so there's more time to write :) Thanks to all who reviewed before! Seriously, I'm always refreshing my email for them.
So, I've been waiting until the next chapter to tell you guys this but I figured I'll just tell you now. So as you may or may not know, I have this series planned all the way to the end of season 7 so far. I split this up into phases, and after the next chapter, phase 1 will be over! This means IMMEDIATE chaos. So stay tuned! It really gets wild after this episode, I promise. I'm really excited about it!
Reviews: Thanks, I really do hope senior year is better, then there'll be more time to write! We'll see how the one-shot idea goes, nothing so far. The Dream Lord isn't necessarily flirty, but we haven't seen everything he'll do yet. There's still one more chapter in this episode! Hmm.. are Nova's secrets revealed to the Dream Lord? She can't even tell herself. I'm glad you appreciated how she didn't remember the dream episode! Everyone seems to want a flirty Dream Lord, but I've got something MUCH more crazy planned for this next chapter, just you wait. Nova definitely still has some sass in her. And I hope you appreciated the fluffy moments in here...
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