Alec dealing with the Fab Five (we like calling them like that), lol
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Chapter XIII: You have my same ...
"Excuse them, they are a bit rough, especially one," one of the masked individuals mutters, walking up to him.
His voice is all too familiar to him, albeit with a rather different accent.
However, this is not the thing that astounds him the most.
"Let me understand ... before something pushed me we were in front of a telephone booth ... now we are in a kind of huge car showroom. How can this be possible?"
"My friend, it's not a car showroom, this is the TARDIS! It's bigger inside!" another of the hooded and masked guys explains. Even this one has a similar voice, but with a different inflection and a much faster way of speaking and a heated enthusiasm that leaks from his tone.
He hasn't the faintest idea what he's been babbling about.
-Things that are bigger inside? What nonsense! It's not scientifically possible, none of this makes the slightest sense and ... - he ponders, before coming to a brilliant deduction.
He is, after all, an excellent detective.
"I got it!" Alec lights up. "You are Millah's colleagues and okay, mine too, but mostly hers, and you made me this joke, because of that time I didn't want to attend that birthday dinner. Really ingenious! The booth and the car showroom thing… I still haven't figured out how you did it, though, but Millah is going to pay for that. The way you imitate my voice then, really well done, maybe my accent should just be perfected a little …"
"It's not a car showroom!" the previous guy bursts, now clearly resentful, while for the first time he feels one shake.
Everyone is forced to hang on somewhere.
Alec is the only one who, while still sitting, doesn't have the need to cling somewhere, during that earthquake turbulence, but he looks around in alarm.
"I know how to do your accent, it's mine too!" protests the first who spoke to him, the youngest of the group, but hidden under those clothes Alec certainly can't guess it.
"Oh, copper number two, you have no fucking idea how far you are fucking far from having figured out the fucking reality!" a third person mocks him, with an equally similar voice but another different accent and, definitely, a more foul-mouthed vocabulary, approaching him in a more slouching way than the others.
If it weren't for that long, heavy tunic covering him, Alec would be ready to swear he's… waddling?
"So you are not the colleagues of the district?" he asks and the five people shake their masked heads in a negative way.
"Who disrespects the TARDIS disrespects even my Second Dark Lord and who disrespects my Second Dark Lord ... has to deal with me!" a fourth person threatens him,l approaching so fast that he seems to have flown with a smoky black cloud, with a strange stick that is pointed at his forehead.
Again a similar voice, with a slightly more British accent but a very hoarse, snarling tone.
"One, two, three, four, five ... " Alec counts them, "You, over there, you haven't talked to me yet!"
"If I'm talking to you, depending on what I say, it could be a big problem for you, so if I were you I would hope that I won't do it often. " the fifth masked person speaks, too.
Again, the same voice, but with the most British accent of all and something in his tone that makes him shiver, perhaps also from the veiled threat in his words.
Alec is caught by suspicion and searches for something in his jacket pocket, pulling out an orange tube with pills inside and a label on the back.
"Ah-ah, I knew it: among the side effects it reports auditory hallucinations …" he reads aloud. "Now everything finally makes sense."
"Anyway, if I can give you some advice, it's not the 'smaller outside, much bigger inside' trick that you should be most surprised about." the guy closer who has remained closer to him speaks again. "Ten, can we take off our masks now?" He turns to the one who must be their leader.
"I would say yes, it no longer makes sense to keep them." the leader approves. -However, it's better if we all do it at the same time. On the count of three. One, two …"
At 'three' everyone carries out the command simultaneously and Alec falls to the ground again in fright: he is staring at five faces, more or less, identical to his.
Alec grabs his medicine tube and seems to calm down instantly.
"These damn pills can also give visual hallucinations ... great, if I had known that before I would have kept my banged up heart!" he grumbles, putting the tube back in his pocket.
"What was wrong with your heart?" the younger one despairs, the one closest to him, with the anxiety that assails him.
Alec watches him better. It almost seems as if he could burst into tears at any moment.
Somehow he finds it tender.
"Don't worry, I'm fine now, the worst is over ... " Alec reassures him, about to give him a pat on the back too, before realizing it. "Wait a minute, what the hell am I doing? I don't even know you! Who the hell are you all? What the hell do you want from me? Why the hell do I see you so similar to me? Oh yes, those are the side effects of the medicines ... but I demand answers to everything else!" he blurts out, keeping his distance.
Alec sees approaching the one who, except for himself, is the one with the most beard, even if it's just a hint of it.
"You have my same elegance... don't mind how I'm dressed now," he mutters, admiring the dark blue tailoring suit he wears with a white shirt and a blue tie.
"Yes, okay, I can also dress well but let's not make a damn deal!" the newcomer cuts short. "By the way, with all the terrible confusion in my head, does it really seem appropriate to you to start talking about damned clothes?" he snaps harshly.
"Most importantly, you have my same anger!" another one approaches, looking at him in a sort of awe. Maybe it's because of his unkempt hair, the crazy look and the tongue that snaps out of his lips in a rash way, he's the one who perhaps frightens him.
"Mine is not anger, it is an unconditional reaction to people who annoy me!" Alec grumbles, increasing the admiration of the younger.
"Although you have chosen to be a sort of Auror, you would also have what it takes to become a Death Eater," he declares, grinning madly.
"Stop talking to me if you keep using these incomprehensible words!" Alec yells, glaring at him, but all this only makes his disturbing interlocutor smile even more.
"Just tell me, Pedigree Wizard, why if I dare to say something wrong you fry me worse than a fucking potato chip, while he is free to talk to you as the fuck as he pleases and you even smile at him like a fucking idiot?" the most foul-mouthed of all asks for an explanation.
"Yeah, Barty, why?" the one Alec has renamed as the owner of that car showroom reiterates.
-If right now that things between me and my Barty are going so well I have a rival, I won't hesitate to reopen the doors of the TARDIS and leave him here or put him in a space capsule and send him to hyperuranium! David will do without one of his characters to know!- a very jealous Time Lord ponders.
He has his hands on his hips and a rather annoyed expression, a sign that he is not enjoying what he sees at all.
"Because, Drinky, you are so gross and insolent, while he is refined and so surly!" the one they continue to address as a wizard replies,
If the Detective has understood correctly, he should be called Barty.
This is before Barty notices a not insignificant fact.
-My Second Dark Lord is showing jealousy! Towards me, nonetheless. Is it really not clear to him that I only have eyes for him?-
He decides to promptly fix that issue.
"Oh no, my Doctor, how can you even think that I have any interest in this Muggle other than his rough and unsociable character?" he reassures him, clinging to him.
-So, there is Barty, my Doctor ... oh well, I guess just Doctor, Drinky who is the dude who walks and talks indecently, then there is the elegant dude, just not today, and that little boy, the one who was worried for my heart, who doesn't stop looking at me…- Alec takes his mental notes.
Meanwhile, it's Drinky who approaches him with his usual slouch.
-I think you have my same success with women, my friend! - he comments with a cheeky smile.
-What damn women? What damn success? Besides, your little show with that waiter was enough for me. Damn, Peter, thank goodness you're already back under my control, I swear I won't let you get more than a meter away from me!" Kevin plots, lime green jello, or rather... purple.
"Bloody hell, who gave you all this damn confidence? And what is this constant calling me 'friend'? I'm not your friend, neither yours, nor even of the owner of this car showroom!" Alec snaps.
Strangely they felt a second jolt as soon as he named that irascibile spaceship the way he named her. This time at least no one is forced to cling somewhere.
-These earthquakes are incredibly weird!- the newcomer ponders.
"I've already told you that it is NOT a bloody car showroom!" the Doctor yells, losing his temper, before stroking the nearest wall of the TARDIS as if to calm a pet. "See? You've insulted her!" he finally adds.
Barty rubs himself against the Doctor, as if under the influence of a powerful aphrodisiac.
"Oh, my Second Dark Lord, your anger makes all the others' pale," he murmurs, looking at him with more adoring eyes than usual.
This is enough to restore the usual Doctor's good mood, who smiles at him, stroking his face.
However, Alec himself seems to calm down a bit too, turning his attention back to Drinky.
"However, I'm afraid I have to disappoint you, the women I fancy reject me." he lets himself go to certain confidences.
Unusual for him, but the whole situation is.
"Reject you? Are we kidding? But what do they have in their brains, sawdust?" the younger one snatches a smile from him, who approaches him again.
"Well, thank you, but ... who are you, little thing?" He grows interested and doesn't even know why.
"My name is Peter Carlisle, but to distinguish me from him, whose name is Peter Vincent, they call me Singy. - he pauses, pointing to the most foul-mouthed guy, and then quickly goes through the others - They are Barty Crouch Junior, Killgrave, but, if he's in the right mood, you can call him Kevin, and the Doctor."
"Doctor Who?"
-Nine hundred and five years old and this thing never stops amusing me!" Ten giggles. "I'm the Doctor. Just Doctor."
"Anyway, if you want you can call me 'little thing'," the younger one resumes the conversation.
"Hey, I already call you 'little thing'!" Killgrave points out.
"But I prefer if he does it!" Singy replies.
"I like Peter, it's a normal name. You seem the most normal in here ." Alec mutters, with a hint of a smile.
"Thank you. Indeed it is. Can we be friends?"
"If by friends you mean a minimum of interaction at a safe distance, then yes, we can."
"It's already a beginning." Singy disarms him with a genuine smile, and then turns to the others "And anyway, leave him alone, I'll take care of him."
"I don't need any protection!" Alec protests.
"Maybe you don't, but you need a friend." the other promptly replies, and then looks at him with an enthusiastic expression. "And then you have my same passion for investigating and discovering the truth!"
"Yes, you're right." the elder admits.
"I know you wouldn't imagine it, seeing me dressed like this,, but I'm a Detective Inspector too, you know? - the youngest surprises him.
"Sorry to disappoint you, Singy, but I just can't leave him alone," the Doctor interrupts them, before addressing the newcomer. "Alec Hardy, would you like to follow me to the Cake Room?"
The detective gets alert instantly.
"How the hell do you know my name? And where the hell would you like to take me?" he looks at him grimly.
"I know a lot and if for once you want to try and trust me, I assure you that it will be the right choice."
There is something very convincing and calming in the words of that stranger who looks like his younger copy.
-Of course, accustomed as he must be to selling cars, he knows how to impress people!" Alec jumps to his own conclusions, but something in that gaze so profound, like that of someone who has seen too many things to be able to enclose them in a single life, leads him to truly trust him.
Barty starts to move in the same direction as them but the Doctor stops him.
"No, I said the two of us alone, it will be easier, you can do what you want, but don't follow us." he imposes, leaving with the newcomer.
"But, but ... my Lord …" Barty moans, but now Ten has already left with the most recent guest.
"Well, when you were the first to get on the TARDIS he will have explained everything to you, while you were all alone, right?" Kevin comments .
"Nope, not at all, don't you remember? He didn't reveal anything to me in advance, he explained it to us all at the same time," Barty reminds anyone. "Why does he get to have that exclusive?" he growls.
"Oh well, I had all of you sitting with me in the pastry shoo and as much as the Doctor tried to explain things to me, in the end it was Killgrave who made me accept everything." Singy recalls, pleasing the persuader.
"Evidently my Second Dark Lord considers us distracting elements," the Death Eater sulks.
"Pedigree Wizard, do you want to talk about the exclusive that you're going to have under the sheets of Mr Galassia's bedroom tonight?" Drinky tries to cheer him up.
"Oh, well, for the records, I've already had a taste this afternoon while you were on the beach ... and without sheets, nor beds!" the Death Eater smiles slyly.
"Our wizard got lucky! I would dare to say that you have gone far beyond selfless worship! - the illusionist cheers
"Yeah, it's alright and everything, but… with all the places he could take him, why the Cake Room?" Singy sighs unhappily.
(End I)
Notes:"It's not a car showroom!' could have been the subtitle of this chapter, LOL XD
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