Ten has an idea who makes a certain Dark Wizard extremely happy
Besides, a grumpy detective is on his way ;)
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Chapter XII: Trip down memory lane
"So, my Doctor, will you tell me what is your brilliant plan in order to catch the other detective too?" Barty dabs him, wandering around him.
"First, we don't catch anyone, mind you, we recruit people to bring to David and we make sure they enjoy staying with us as much as possible." the Time Lord begins to make things clearer.
Singy shyly steps forward.
"If I'm allowed to say something, you have been a little brutal to me ..."
The next second, Barty is pressing his wand to his throat.
"No, you are not allowed to speak, you, banal Muggle, do you really dare to question my Second Dark Lord's word?" growls the Death Eater growls.
"Barty, how many times did I explain to you that there's ways and ways to counter the opinion of someone who disagrees with us?" Ten patiently repeats, taking the Dark Wizard's hand that's holding the wand and moving it away from Singy, who thanks him with a look.
"You are right, my Doctor, I beg for your forgiveness ... but this banal Muggle is so insolent!" the Dark Wizard mutters, casting the detective a glacial glance.
"Did I say brutal? I meant cordial, cordial!" Singy rectifies, walking away.
Kevin and Drinky aren't around yet but nobody wants to find out where they are, let alone what they're doing.
"What was the second point?" Barty goes back to the main topic.
"This: how can you say it's brilliant if you haven't heard my plan yet? " the other asks him.
"Oh, but it's simple, if it's your plan, whatever it is, it goes without saying that it will be brilliant and infallible!"
"Come here, flatterer!" Ten pulls him to himself to be able to lure him into a long, fiery kiss.
However, this doesn't distract Barty from his goals
"You haven't told me about your plan yet." he insists.
"I'll do something better than telling you, I'll directly show you!" the Doctor winks, mysteriously, before walking away.
When he returns from the immense and well-stocked TARDIS wardrobe, dressed in a long black tunic, hooded and with his face covered in a grotesque silver mask, Barty almost jumps on him.
"That's what you meant when you said that I inspired you!" the Dark Wizard grins, excited.
"Exactly, if we all dress like this we will be practically unrecognizable and it will not take a spell from you, nor a mental effort from Killgrave ... people will probably mistake us for a group of actors ... or a satanic sect, at worst." Time Lord mumbles.
"Oh yes, I like it, it will be such a trip down memories lane!" Barty enthusiastically approves. "But promise me that then, once the second detective is recovered, we will have some fun, you and I dressed like this, in yours or in my room?" he ventures, losing any demeanor.
The Doctor takes off his mask, but only to get a better look at him.
"Could I ever deny us such fun?" he clicks his tongue with a lustful light in his gaze that fills his partner with expectations. -Come, let's go and convince the others.-
- Oh yes, my Lord, even at the cost of putting them all under the Imperius Curse if they dare to refuse !- the Death Eater perjures to himself.
Once the plan is explained, no one refused. Drinky and Kevin found it an original and tantalizing idea, Singy well… he would do anything to not feel so alone and out of place anymore.
Needless to say, Barty revels in the joy of wearing those clothes again, overwhelmed by memories he considers 'happy ones'.
The Doctor will never confess it to him, but he's not so indifferent to his dark charm seeing him in those clothes.
Once they are all ready, disguised in that slightly disturbing way, the five lookalikes leave the TARDIS and begin to explore the area.
They manage to walk just a few meters before a female voice surprises them from behind.
"Hey, you, who are you? Why are you dressed like that?"
The five guys turn in the direction of the voice, whose owner is an attractive woman in her thirties, tall, with a slender body with curves in all the right places, blue eyes and long blond curls.
"I don't like you. You don't convince me at all ... I'll call the police …" she becomes suspicious, looking for the cell phone in her bag.
Barty, as it's easy to imagine, is next to his Doctor and the instinct to want to protect him is stronger than usual.
"My Second Dark Lord, let me put her under Imperio and she won't get in our way!" he whispers, pulling out his wand, ready to act.
"The power of my words can be even faster and more incisive!" Killgrave suggests, also speaking in a low voice.
"I could seduce her and she would stay still and quiet." Drinky brags, in the same way.
"Let's take out my badge and tell her we're doing an investigation!" Singy suggests, more methodically, while the girl is still busy looking for her cell phone.
Women's bags can be labyrinths, especially in times of need.
"I really appreciate your spirit of initiative, but this time leave her to me!" the Doctor decides for all, relying on his psychic card.
"We are a theatrical company, Milady, and we will stage a show here," he says, showing a small, totally white sheet which the young woman looks at with great interest. "Only we first need a permit signed by the police. Could you tell us where their office is?" he asks, affably.
"Of course, go straight on for about a mile, then turn left, you will recognize it because it is a circular building and then it is close to the courthouse." she explains, now much more cordial and calm. "And since it's on the way, if you need a place for the night, you can stay at the Trades Hotel . Say that Becca Fisher sent you, I manage it." he smiles at them. "Let me know then for the show, I'll be happy to come!"
"We are very pleased, Milady. Thanks for everything, see you soon." he dismisses her, leaving with his group.
Barty approaches him, taking him by the arm.
"My Lord, how did you do it? It was better than an Imperius Curse , it was better than what Kevin usually does …"
"Hey!" killgrave protests, quite bothered. "Oh, well, yes, it was remarkable." he recognizes, immediately after.
"If it wasn't for the fact that I have your same goal, I would have you all arrested, you are dangerous!" Singy mutters, uneasy.
Barty swiftly turns to him.
"Oh yes, you have no idea how much we are!" he grins menacingly, but because of the mask Singy can't see it.
"Barty, if you remember correctly, you too fell into my psychic card trick, when I made you believe that I would take you to that prison worse than Azkaban!" the Doctor reminds him.
"I always tell Kevin he's a huge bastard, but you're not anything better, Ten!" Drinky states.
"I like him for that too!" He clings to his Doctor Barty, while the others compliment him again on his brilliant move.
Ten is delighted with the admiration from his Companions, especially one who has now crossed the border of simple Companion level, before turning to everyone, as the proper leader he actually is.
"Well, now that we understood where the place we're looking for is, let's go back to the TARDIS, before anyone else sees us." he explains, as they come back. "We will act tonight."
"Oh, I like it." Barty approves. ."And exactly what are we going to do?."
"Wreaking havoc. A big mess. Chaos. Confusion. Even a hint of fear. We need to get noticed."
The Doctor's answer sends Barty over the moon.
"Oh, I like that too!" Drinky approves. "So now what do we do?"
"What part of 'Let's go back to the TARDIS' wasn't clear?" the Time Lord reiterates.
"Sorry, but where the fuck are we? On a fucking school trip, where we have to go back accompanied by the Professor?" Drinky countered.
"Given the mental age of some of you I would say more that of a kindergarten!" Ten sacks him.
Yes, the very same Ten who rejoiced because his hair has been turned red, more thrilled than a child in front of his gifts under the Christmas tree.
"Anyway, I've been a Professor, for real!" Barty informs everyone, rather proudly.
"Peter, however, is not entirely wrong, why should we return? We have made sure that one can recognize us so dressed up …" Kevin points out, approaching the Doctor. "And then, after taking us to such a beautiful place, with the cliffs, the sea so suggestive ... you won't even let us visit it?"
"You are a bit too persuasive, mind control or not!" Ten mutters, before considering those arguments.
"After all, yes, we are sufficiently disguised to be showy, yes, but without drawing too much attention on ourselves ... if you understand what I mean."
"I always understand you, my Lord!" Barty murmurs with an adoring attitude.
"So ... why not? If you want to be tourist a little, go ahead."
"Let's all go to the pastry shop, who's up for that?" Singy suggests.
"Geez, do you always think only about fucking food?" his namesake teases him. "We said tourist activities!"
"Well, when I go on vacation, I always visit the local pastry shops, I find it respectful towards the city that is hosting me!" the other insists.
"Well, you know what? You will be respectful on your own," Kevin replies, but even if it is a command he knows the detective would not need such order.
Singy joyfully heads to his destination, before Ten even has time to tell him something, but he trusts in his common sense as a detective.
- He won't be so foolish to be discovered, will he?- He asks himself, trying to make his optimism prevail.
"I want to go for a ride on the beach ... I always went there when I was with Jessica!" Kevin adds, becoming melancholy.
"If you have are planning to piss the fuck off me by babbling about your super woman, well, fucking forget that I'll come with you!" Drinky snaps.
"But you no longer have immunity," the persuader grins treacherously. "Come on, My Sexy Slave, come with me to the beach. And tell me, honestly, if it this is such a big effort for you.-
"Let's go, you, damn brain-fucker! - Peter snorts, but then changes his mood and takes him by the arm. - And no, no effort, I would have followed you anyway." he confesses.
"I knew it." the other giggles triumphantly.
To them, however, Ten must absolutely say something.
"You two, please, don't take off your masks, somebody might see you!"
"Don't worry, Doctor, we'll roll on the sand, as naked as mom made us, but always holding up the masks!" it's Drinky's embarrassing answer, as usual.
"Damn, I can't even make the two of them forget what they heard!" Killgrave mutters. "Oh well, bugger this, we might as well go and put it into practice." he shrugs, walking away with his giggling partner.
"About us, my Lord, what can we do?" Barty asks him impatiently.
"Well, Barty, I have work to do, things to prepare for tonight and I really need to return to the TARDIS," the Doctor mumbles.
He hates even the thought of disappointing the wizard.
"You and me alone in the TARDIS, just like it used to be from the start? I couldn't ask for anything better!" the Death Eater rejoices as he sets off with him. "And with you dressed like this, don't believe that I can resist you any longer ... well, I have trouble resisting you dressed in any way, but …"
"As much as it flatters me, really, Barty, I have to work …"
"Oh, but I'm sure you'll find time for everything," Barty murmurs , in a more hoarse voice. "You know, Muggles have that stupid saying 'First duty, then the pleasure.' I find it illogical, I mean, it gives you much more motivation to take care of duty after you have dedicated yourself to pleasure, don't you think so?" He winks, stroking his clothes, taking advantage of the fact that no one is passing by.
"You're spending way too much time with Kevin and his persuasive arts!" the Doctor protests, already having difficulty in maintaining the necessary self-control.
"Come on, my Second Dark Lord, whenever will he still have a chance to spend this time just on our own? Besides, if I'm not wrong, you are a Time Lord, aren't' you? With your oh-so-powerful TARDIS you can get an extra hour, very, very easily!"
"Barty, you're treacherous!" the Doctor chuckles.
"Oh yes, let me show you how treacherous I can be!- the Dark Wizard takes him by the arm, materializing them inside the TARDIS.
"Woah! I didn't expect this!" Ten exclaims surprised, a little dazed.
"I wanted to try. Either I succeed or ... we could get splinched."
"What ... 'splinched' did you say?" the alien asks him, stunned.
"Well, it seems to me that it didn't happen, right? So, really, do you want to use this time I've just spared by berating me for my recklessness… or by doing something much more tempting?" He takes off both masks to start kissing him.
"Bartemius Crouch Junior," the Doctor murmurs against his lips. "You really are the most treacherous creature ever!"
As two certain couples are engrossed in hot effusions in two different places, the loneliest of the group comforts himself for his lack of affection with a generous portion of brownie.
While he is enraptured by the ecstasy of the taste, Peter Carlislie cannot even remotely imagine that right outside that pastry shop there's the goal of their research.
"I want to question Ashworth, again, we have to find a way to turn him against Claire, maybe so he will betray himself …"
So Detective Inspector Alec Hardy is giving orders to his colleague, Detective Sergeant Ellie Miller, the only one able to stand up to him.
"Okay, boss, but we won't do any of this if I don't have a nice coffee and get something to eat first." she replies, with one hand already on the handle of the shop.
"You can go there, I'll wait for you outside." he mumbles.
"And why on earth, excuse me? We always eat together!" she points out to him.
"Those bloody lawyers, the two of us seen together ... you know." he grumbles as he arranges his tuft, restlessly.
"Those lawyers and their damn slanders can go to hell. My treat, and I won't take 'no' for an answer!" Ellie drags him with her to the pastry shop.
Peter is with his back to them, all busy on enjoying his delicacy, at the same time careful to hood his head properly, now that he has removed the mask.
He savors each bite with all the calm that that process requires and it is only during the last forkful that he notices that someone is chatting behind his back.
"Bloody hell, Millah! I've finished my cookie for a while and you're still flirting with that cream puff. We don't have all bloody day!" Alec snaps, tapping the watch on his wrist.
"How rude! I'll take it away with the coffee, happy, now? Let's go!" Ellie gives up, taking her bag and going to the cashier, while he goes to the exit.
- Stop someone from enjoying their food? Tsk, tsk, what a horrible, horrible person! - Peter gets lost in his thoughst as he sucks the spoon.
He didn't notice how much that voice resembled his own, perhaps because it had a much angrier tone.
(End I)
Notes:See?
Alec Hardy is about to deal with the crazy group… get ready for all the crazy stuff XD
Hope you also liked the Barten and the Keter … any idea of what the next pairing will be?
Clue: they already met … without actually meeting ;)
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p.s. BarTen (Barty/Ten) lovers, I'm talking to you, if you want to read a Soulmate AU about them (it's not happening immediately) check my newest story (I'm Lu82 , one of the two authors of this account ;) ) called 'Find your mirror' ;)