My Ghosts Come Back

by AuthorA97

Donna Blipping Noble. She can feel something coming. Bigger than any of them. The Doctor is more worried about the Time Lady than ever. There's River Song, and Jenny, and so many other people that when Rose shows up Terra isn't even surprised. (Part 5 of Fallen Star Series!)

11. Unicorn & the Wasp

AN: Warning! This chapter does contain a character going through a panic attack. I've labeled it with "/" to start and "/" to close. If panic attacks trigger you, please skip over it. I'll summarize it.

==MGCB==

There's no way to not sound pretentious about it.

I like murder mysteries. Especially the ones where I knew the answer.

Ever since I was small, a regular human living with a normal human family, murder mysterious were just cooler. I would sneak downstairs to watch procedural crime shows after everyone went to bed. Whenever I look back, it's a warm orange sky with a man wearing sunglasses. Or dark green with bad puns. Or bright blue with proper New York levels of shouting and cursing. My favorites were the FBI agents saying deep quotes, and learning about the human mind. It made humans sound so easy to understand- I thought I could understand people after that.

After I got my powers, one of the first places I went was that place. The BAU. A lawyer degree under my belt, years working my way up the ranks. The day I got my badge was the best day of my life- back then. It meant I could finally solve murders while knowing the answer.

It's not that I would just give the answer to my coworkers. The real fun came in helping them along. To do what we all wanted, to get them to the answer faster. On TV it takes forty minutes. For me it was days. Joy could only come in making it shorter.

Then I would go home. Boring normal home. Gave up my badge and gun. Spent my days filling out shifty algebra worksheets and hearing about photosynthesis. What a joy.

But then I would go to the library. A child's library, yeah, but they had high schooler books in the back. Nobody noticed me pulling out murder mysteries. Fun stories about murders- and walking along with someone to solve them. Author, I loved those afternoons. Classes were easier to ignore when I could read murder novels.

Then we moved schools. Mom and Dad had even more boring classes. I could afford digital books- spending my day blatantly reading them in class. Stephen King, Sherlock Holmes, Agatha Christie, even the shitty YA novels.

(Shitty but still so fun...teenagers that looked like me going out to fix things...or immortal teens that do the same.)

Agatha Christie wasn't my favorite, still. Her books were so good. What really got me was the unsolved ones. The mystery of what happened to her in that week? Yeah, I did my research there. I worked in the FBI- I could look at the evidence files in my downtime.

Her missing week was a fun case to go over while having drinks with my sister. She loved them too. We both liked solving crimes. For different reasons, obviously. I can remember many nights spent arguing about decades-long cold cases.

We even solved a few.

That reward money got me a new laptop. It got Darcy new poisons.

Together watching Doctor Who, Darcy and I ranted about Agatha Christie for hours. It nearly got us caught by the Spencer's.

Now? Now we would meet.

Now I would (almost) solve it!

(Soon, we could do that all the time. The two of us could be together in a world of werewolves, listening to true crime podcasts.

Sisters, together again)

The TARDIS landed. The whooshing noise fading as she settled us in for another adventure. It made me nervous, hopping on my feet. The Doctor grinned at me from the console. He probably thought he was clever, trying and failing to hide it from me.

There were other issues with today. Not only was I solving this mystery, but I was solving it beside the Doctor. A Tenth Doctor that was trying out being the 'chill parent'. Yeah, you heard that right. He was trying to be 'cool'.

It...yeah it's going as expected.

The Doctor rushed to the door, throwing it open for us. He walked out, taking a deep breath. Donna came out next. I glanced back at the console room.

(I'm leaving soon, Idris.

And I can't say that I'm sorry

Only that I'm coming back someday)

"Oh, smell that air." The Doctor cheered. I turned to the door, stepping out from the blue box again. A breeze blew past, my hair blew into my face. I brushed it back, rushing to catch up to them. "Grass and lemonade. And a little bit of mint. A hint of mint. Must be the nineteen twenties."

"You can tell what year it is just by smelling?" Donna asked.

"Oh, yeah." The Doctor replied.

"You can too?" Donna asked me.

I nodded. "Faster than he does!" I pointed towards the road. "And that car. They weren't very fast."

The big vintage car drove by. Professor Peach sat in the driver seat, dressed in his driving clothes.

"They can only go like, 110." I clicked my tongue, shaking my head in disappointment.

"Kilometers?" Donna asked. "I mean it's not great-"

"Miles." The Doctor corrected her. "She's American. It's 177 kilometers."

"That's plenty fast." Donna eyed me.

I blinked at her, dropping my facial expression to an innocent blankness.

Donna stared back, shaking her head. "How did either of you manage without me?"

The Doctor just laughed.

I laughed too- cause we'd told Donna how we managed. Badly. We managed badly. The Doctor and I fought all the time. Our first meeting involved an argument, and we kept arguing the whole week after up until I adopted a pig.

(Should I bring Penelope with me?

...Did I seriously just ask if I could bring a pig around werewolves? Like- like werewolves that can and will go feral if they get mad?

Wow I'm getting worse)

The three of us snuck over towards the nearby building. The large grand manor, vines creeping up to give the place a specific look. Butlers rushed out to tend to Professor Peach.

Golightly rode up as well by the time we'd arrived. There was a loud jingling bell on his bike too.

"Ah, Reverend." Peach greeted, politely.

"Professor Peach. Beautiful day." Golightly cheered, delighted. It made me very curious. I knew what the man was going through, yet still he hid it so perfectly. Then again, Catholic. "The Lord's in his heaven, all's right with the world."

The butler nodded at the guests. "Reverend Golightly. Lady Eddison requests you make yourselves comfortable in your rooms. Cocktails will be served on the lawn from half past four."

"You go on up. I need to check something in the library." Peach replied.

Golightly turned to him, curious. "Oh?"

"Alone."

"It's supposed to be a party. All this work will be the death of you." Golightly replied.

It made me giggle, silently, hidden behind the wall and the other time travelers.

"Never mind Planet Zog. A party in the nineteen twenties, that's more like it." Donna cheered.

"The trouble is, we haven't been invited." The Doctor pointed out. He reached in his coat, pulling out a black leather pouch. "Oh, I forgot. Yes, we have."

"We aren't dressed for a party." I reminded them. My arm looped with Donna's, leading her back towards the TARDIS. "Did we ever show you the TARDIS closet?"

==MGCB==

Donna loved the TARDIS closet. Donna gawked at everything, quickly spotting outfits she wanted to keep for herself. Some of the things here looked so suited for her, the TARDIS definitely wanted Donna to keep them. Besides that, we had plenty of chances to show off everything elsewhere.

It took awhile for me to convince her she could use them. Later. Right now, we need specific outfits for the 1920's. 1926 to be exact. The English upper crust was very particular about fashion trends like that. If we wanted to blend in, we'd need dresses that kept us from standing out. Or, at least from standing out in the wrong way.

Even narrowed down, we weren't starving for options. Donna liked all of them. The Doctor knew what he'd be dressed in, so he just needed to fix up his hair. His words, not mine. My dress stood out among the options- the only one my specific shade of pink. The dress Donna would end up wearing was way back on the clothing racks. Not that it mattered, as Donna wanted to explore her options first.

She looked over the many outfits. It gave me time to get changed. As I did, I looked at other old outfits. Some were from our times with Rose or Martha, other outfits existed long before even me.

My dress for Victorian England with Charles Dickens was on a dress rack. That purple and red, touched with lace and scraps from the running from ghosts.

Freddie was a ghost. My brother. A brother that wasn't a total idiot- that I would know someday.

He liked the idea of visiting Wolfland- Coldspring, Texas. Granted I would probably be there for at least a few months. Maybe on my next trip there, I could bring Freddie along. Or he could bring himself. Our powers (our powers, our, we both had these powers it wasn't just me-) were still weird.

Donna's laugh brought me back to the moment.

My flapper dress, actually.

My favorite shade of pink, with darker pink patterns stitched all over. The hem fell just where the boots stopped. Dark brown ones, with pink laces. It annoyed me to put my usual boots aside for now- but even I knew they weren't suited for this dress. The brown suited them just fine. The blue bowtie stayed, tied properly around my neck.

In my palm, my lollipop necklace rested. My matching sister necklace. I'd been wearing it for so long, able to keep it whatever I wore. Would it work with this time period, this look?

In Coldspring, I wouldn't need to worry about things like this. I could wear this proudly then- answer honestly about where I got it and why. Darcy wouldn't need to hide there.

Hopefully.

I mean, I haven't ever been there. So it could be that Darcy and I never met in that world. Or that we did, and were enemies. Or maybe that we were in different packs that were enemies. I hope not. I missed being on her team. This necklace let everyone know that. For us, this was the closest we would ever get to family jewels.

Unwilling to part with it, I clipped the necklace on.

Donna wore her flapper dress not long after I finished. A black and gold flapper, complete with a tiny pouch purse. My Bag stood out, but nobody really noticed it anyway.

She wanted to do her hair up too. I told her point blank that if I wanted to change my hairstyle, I would need to die. Donna laughed before going off to do it herself in a 1920's era updo. Then again, hats were a common fashion choice of the 20's.

The Doctor waited outside the TARDIS. He'd finished ages ago. He knocked on the door as we entered the console room.

"We'll be late for cocktails." He called through the door.

Donna opened the door. She stepped up, beaming. "What do you think? Flapper or slapper?"

"Flapper. You look lovely." The Doctor praised her.

Donna nodded at me. I leapt from the door, letting my dress flair behind me. The Doctor stared as I hopped in front of me.

"And me?!" I asked, letting the dress twirl.

"Are you wearing a top hat-" The Doctor began. He stopped himself before Donna could elbow him.

"Close! It's a crochet hat." I tapped the side. "See? It's got a flower."

The Doctor nodded, pursing his lips. He smacked them before grinning. "-it completes the look."

"It does?!" The smile on my face didn't feel out of place, or put-on. "I know it does!"

He was obviously lying

But it...it did feel nice.

I could tell his lies now. This was a harmless, white lie.

He wishes he could pull off this hat

"Good. Yep." The Doctor glanced at the hat again before looking down the dress. "Looks good. Let's go."

"Yay!"

The Doctor held up his arms. Donna looped her arm with one, I took the other. Together, we all walked out to party.

==MGCB==

The garden was a buzz of activity.

(pun mildly intended)

The butlers and maids bustled about to prepare everything. Chandrakala led the charge, making sure all the foods were in place along with the lawn furniture.

"Look sharp. We have guests." She instructed the attendants. They moved faster, knowing their prep time had been cut short.

Davenport walked towards us three. My smile had yet to fall, so excited for today and what it had to offer.

"Good afternoon." The Doctor greeted.

Davenport nodded at us. "Drinks, sir? Ma'am? Ma'am?"

"Mary Pickford, if you wouldn't mind!" I replied.

"Sidecar, please." Donna asked.

"And a lime and soda, thank you." The Doctor replied.

Davenport nodded, going off to get our drinks.

"May I announce Lady Clemency Eddison." Greeves announced.

I untangled myself from the Doctor. Our host walked towards us. A small, older woman. Not old, but her lines were worn with noticeable grace. The same grace she used to keep her hair pinned up, of walking in those heels on grass, to keep her dark blue dress from being stained, of the Firestone on her neck. A priceless family artefact, belonging to a lost love and a child she could lose today.

She smiled at us, eyes crinkling fondly. She had no idea who we were.

"Lady Eddison." The Doctor greeted as he would an old friend.

I gave her a tip of my hat, unable to stop grinning.

Clemency walked up to us, smiling still but no less confused. "Forgive me, but who exactly might you be, and what are you doing here?"

"I'm the Doctor with Lady Terra Johnson of the New York Johnsons. And this is Miss Donna Noble, of the Chiswick Nobles." The Doctor explained, nodding his head to Donna and myself.

I gave a little bow to Clemency. "It's ever so good to see you again." Even as an American, I can be charming and polite if called on it. While I'd lived in so many places, many of them were in these upper-crust types.

Donna tried to be posh, going into a deep curtsey. "Good afternoon, my lady. Topping day, what? Spiffing. Top hole."

"No, no, no, no, no. No, don't do that. Don't." The Doctor hushed Donna, voice soft and quiet. If I were closer to Donna, I might've helped. Instead I kept politely smiling at Clemency. The Doctor pulled out the psychic paper. "We were thrilled to receive your invitation, my lady. We met at the Ambassador's reception."

Clemency's smile was brighter now, more fond than before. "Doctor, how could I forget you?" She met the Doctor for a small hug. They parted. Clemency guided us towards the refreshment table. "But one must be sure with the Unicorn on the loose."

I picked up a grape, popping it in my mouth.

"A unicorn? Brilliant. Where?" The Doctor asked.

"The Unicorn. The jewel thief?" Clemency explained. "Nobody knows who he is. He's just struck again."

Davenport walked over with our drinks. I cooed, lifting up the bright red drink for myself. The Doctor and Donna grabbed theirs.

"Snatched Lady Babbington's pearls right from under her nose." Clemency finished her story.

I paused before sipping my drink.

"Funny place to wear pearls." Donna mused.

Giggling, I had my sip. The Doctor laughed too, quietly into his drink.

"May I announce Colonel Hugh Curbishley, the Honorable Roger Curbishley." Greeves announced.

Roger came into the garden. He pushed his father's wheelchair. Curbishley smiled at us too, his mustache curling with his lips.

"My husband, and my son." Clemency explained to us.

"Forgive me for not rising." Curbishley laughed, like he'd told a funny joke. "Never been the same ever since that flu epidemic back in '18."

Roger walked over to us. He looked us over, offering the most basic once over. "My word, you are a pair of super ladies."

"Oh, I like the cut of your jib. Chin, chin." Donna replied.

"My hat is new!"

The Doctor held out his hand. "Hello. I'm the Doctor."

Roger shook his hand. The look he gave the Doctor was small, but it lasted a bit longer than when Roger looked at us. "How do you do?"

The Doctor pulled his hand back. "Very well."

Davenport approached, another drink on his tray. "Your usual, sir?"

Roger stared at Davenport as he accepted the drink. He locked eyes as he took the first sip. "Ah. Thank you, Davenport. Just how I like it."

Wow

I'm gonna do my best to save you today

Davenport got me a drink- he deserves only the best.

He deserves a lord

Donna leaned towards us. "How come she's an Eddison, but her husband and son are Curbishleys?"

The Doctor leaned towards her. "The Eddison title descends through her. One day Roger will be a lord."

"This tastes like cherries!" I cheered, sipping it again in delight.

"Robina Redmond." Greeves announced again.

A woman walked up, dressed in a dark scarlet red flapper dress with black beads. Robina smiled warmly at us all, but her eyes weren't welcoming or warm. Rather they were scanning and calculating. She scanned each party guest before meeting their eyes to smile. Many of the other partygoers would think it's just normal for these socialites.

As a fellow thief, she was scanning what items held the most value on the market.

"She's the absolute hit of the social scene. A must." Clemency explained to us. She went over to greet her next guest. "Miss Redmond."

"Spiffing to meet you at last, my lady. What super fun." Robina replied.

Donna sounded posher

Copied most of those words too- wow.

Darcy pegged that on our first viewing.

I pointed out the stare.

It made us laugh when Robina was revealed as the Unicorn.

We loved being right.

"Reverend Arnold Golightly." Greeves announced again.

"Ah, Reverend. How are you?" Clemency greeted. "I heard about the church last Thursday night. Those ruffians breaking in."

"You apprehended them, I hear." Curbishly added.

"As the Christian Fathers taught me, we must forgive them their trespasses. Quite literally." Golightly replied.

Him, we pegged real fast

Darcy based it on never liking priests in the first place

Me, on him being the last person seen on screen with Peach.

Darcy laughed when we found out.

I wanted to hug him.

Darcy stopped laughing after I said that.

The humans were much less forgiving. They only focused on the ending, not the story itself. Many humans ignored details like that.

"Some of these young boys deserve a decent thrashing." Roger tsked, shaking his head in disgust.

Davenport made sure to lock eyes with Roger. The soon-to-be lord met that stare. "Couldn't agree more, sir."

"Good for them." I praised them, proud. No matter the time, it always made me happy to see other people happy.

Jack would've liked this too. He would probably try flirting with Roger and Davenport together. Jack liked three-ways. Not if Jack had Ianto then he would flirt to make Ianto jealous.

(If this drink were stronger, I would say I'm alright drunk.

I'm not such a lightweight that I'm tipsy on my first drink

Maybe I'm just feeling fond)

Donna saw what I did. She sighed, lifting up her drink again. "Typical. All the decent men are on the other bus."

"Or taken." I added as I drank.

"Or Time Lords." The Doctor countered, drinking.

"Now, my lady. What about this special guest you promised us?" Roger asked his mother.

Clemency smiled at her party guests. "Here she is. A lady who needs no introduction."

A woman approached. Agatha Christie, in all her normal traditional glory. She smiled and greeted us, flushed at the applause of the crowd. I squeaked, applauding loudly.

"No, no, please, don't." Agatha asked. "Thank you, Lady Eddison. Honestly, there's no need."

I clapped still. The author walked up to the three of us, the closest ones to her. She held out her hand. Revenant, I held her hand.

I'm holding the hand of an author. Not an Author, but an author. A writer. A mystery writer, of amazing mystery.

"Agatha Christie." Agatha introduced herself, smiling politely.

"What about her?" Donna asked.

"Very nice to meet you, Agatha." I replied.

Donna gasped. "No. You're kidding."

The Doctor smiled wide, holding out his hand. Agatha shook it, confused but happy. "Agatha Christie. I was just talking about you the other day. I said, I bet she's brilliant."

"He did. He really did." I told her, unable to stop smiling.

"I'm the Doctor. This is Terra, and that's Donna." The Doctor couldn't stop smiling. Not that I could either, because I was speaking to Agatha Christie. "Oh, I love your stuff. What a mind. You fool me every time. Well, almost every time. Well, once or twice. Well, once. But it was a good once."

Yeah that's how these episodes go for me

Darcy told me she has a list of all the times I figured it out in the first ten minutes.

Or the first five.

Darcy even knows which one took me the longest to get

No I'm not telling you what it is

"You make a rather unusual group." Agatha

"Oh, no, no, no, no. We're not married. Or her parents." The Doctor insisted.

"We're not a couple." Donna agreed. "Or family."

"We don't even look alike!" I added, gulping down the rest of my drink.

"Well, obviously not. No wedding ring." Agatha remarked. She glanced at me. "Or resemblance."

The Doctor chuckled, delighted. "Oh. Oh, you don't miss a trick."

"I'd stay that way if I were you." Agatha advised, giving him a grin. "The thrill is in the chase, never in the capture."

I mean it's sometimes in the capture

Like hide and seek, but with higher stakes

"Mrs Christie, I'm so glad you could come." Clemency cheered. "I'm one of your greatest followers. I've read all six of your books. Er, is, er, Mister Christie not joining us?"

"Is he needed?" Agatha asked. "Can't a woman make her own way in the world?"

"Don't give my wife ideas." Curbishley joked. It got a polite laugh from the crowd.

The Doctor looped his arm around mine. He guided me away from the crowd, out of human hearing range.

"Now Mrs Christie, I have a question. Why a Belgian detective?" Roger asked.

Agatha smiled. "Belgians make such lovely buns." The party goers laughed.

"Terra. Do you know the date?" The Doctor asked in a quiet voice. He put his drinking glass down on a table.

"Yes." I replied. My own glass was nearly empty. Should I get a refill? Was that acceptable at these sorts of parties? "Don't you-"

"You're better at it than I am. What is the date?" The Doctor asked again.

"December 3rd, 1926." I answered immediately. "Tonight's gonna be a chill."

The Doctor made a face.

"Did you just realize what that means?" I asked, blinking innocently.

The Doctor glanced at Donna. He quietly ushered her over. Donna walked by.

"I say, where on Earth's Professor Peach? He'd love to meet Mrs Christie." Roger asked.

"Said he was going to the library." Golightly replied.

Clever diversion. Nobody would suspect you, when you're the one who told us where to find the body

But in my line of work? We always suspect the person reporting the body.

"Miss Chandrakala, would you go and collect the Professor?" Clemency asked.

The head maid bowed her head. "At once, Milady." Chandrakala walked off towards the house.

Donna arrived at us by then.

"Tell her." The Doctor asked.

"December 3rd 1926." I repeated.

Donna blinked. "And what's that got to do with anything?"

"It's the day Agatha Christie disappeared." The Doctor revealed. Donna's eyes widened. She looked over towards Agatha Christie, happily chatting about with Roger and Robina. "She'd just discovered her husband was having an affair."

"You'd never think to look at her, smiling away." Donna remarked.

"It's the way of the upper class." I explained. "They would accuse her of being a bad wife for letting her husband's eye wander, so she's hiding it for fear of becoming the face of public scandal."

"Seriously? Why blame her for her husband being a ponce?" Donna asked.

I blinked. "I just told you."

"No one knows exactly what happened." The Doctor explained. "She just vanished. Her car will be found tomorrow morning by the side of a lake. Ten days later-"

"Eleven." I corrected.

"Yes ele- eleven?" The Doctor asked.

"A band member noticed her during a performance of Yes We Have No Bananas." I explained. The Doctor watched me, practically gawking. Donna sipped at her drink. "Sorry. You wanted to say it."

"No, no it's fine. You can." The Doctor replied.

"But if you-"

"I don't think he knows any of it." Donna pointed out. "So you just tell me."

I hesitated. My fingers clenched tighter around the glass. "She's found in a Harrogate hotel- Yorkshire- just dancing without a care in the world. Which makes sense, she had dissociative amnesia. No idea who she was- her works, her life, her own name. Never spoke or wrote about it until the day she died."

"It's about to happen." Donna realized.

"Right here, right now." The Doctor confirmed.

"Professor!" Chandrakala ran back, screaming and waving her hands in the air. "The library! Murder! Murder!"

==MGCB==

The butler, Greeves, showed us to the library. The Doctor and I ran ahead, straight to the body on the floor. Donna and Agatha followed behind us.

"Oh, my goodness." Greeves gasped.

"Bashed on the head. Blunt instrument." The Doctor listed.

I held up the wrist, tapping the watch face. "Got smashed at fifteen past four."

The Doctor nodded. We stood up, going for the desk. As we did, I heard Agatha behind us. She wasn't as quiet as she liked to be.

Worse yet I stepped in the morphic residue- despite my best intentions to avoid it. I made a noise of disgust. The Doctor eyed me. I raised up my boot, seeing the small spot of goop on the bottom.

There were new boots, dammit.

Maybe it's a good thing that I avoided wearing my normal boots.

I glanced back at Agatha, watching her bend down to reach the fireplace.

"A bit of pipe. Call me Hercules Poirot, but I reckon that's blunt enough." Donna pointed out.

I stared at the goop. How could I get this off? Do I just scrap it on the dirt, or would I need something sharp?

"Nothing worth killing for in that lot. Dry as dust." The Doctor said about the paperwork on the desk.

"Hold on." Donna walked over to us, lowering her voice to a whisper. "The body in the library? I mean, Professor Peach, in the library, with the lead piping?"

"It was Plum, not Peach." I corrected her. Donna rolled her eyes. The Doctor patted my shoulder.

The rest of the party goers walked in. All of them let out gasps and guffaws at the sight of the corpse. You would think humans would avoid a spectacle that offends them so much. Humans never could learn. That's why we have warnings about wet paint.

"Someone should call the police." Agatha stated, over the loud noise.

"You don't have to." The Doctor stood up, holding the psychic paper back up. "Chief Inspector Smith from Scotland Yard, known as the Doctor. Lady Johnson and Miss Noble are the plucky young girls who help me out."

Clemency gasped. "I say."

"Mrs Christie was right. Go into the sitting room. I will question each of you in turn." The Doctor instructed.

"Come along." Agatha started guiding the onlookers back out into the hall. She joined them, to make sure they were gone. "Do as the Doctor says. Leave the room undisturbed."

The door closed. Donna glared at the Doctor. I leaned against the wall, lifting up my boot.

"'The plucky young girls who help me out'?" Donna repeated.

"Women weren't allowed in law enforcement in England. Not until 1948. Even then, we had different wages and titles." I recited. The goop hadn't dried. That's a positive. There would be time to scrap it off. "We can't ask a policeman for help here."

"I'll pluck you in a minute." Donna warned. I held up my hands. "Why don't we phone the real police?"

The Doctor leaned on the ground, right in front of me. I lifted my boot towards him, letting him see it. He pulled out a pencil. "Well the last thing we want is PC Plod sticking his nose in, especially now that Terra's found this. Morphic residue."

He brought the pencil to my boot. Scraping along the side, the goop attached to the pencil. The Doctor showed off the goop.

"Does morphia residue have to be so gross?" I asked. The Doctor grinned at me. He probably thought I liked the residue, cause it meant aliens were around. I mean, yes, but also goop.

"Morphic? Doesn't sound very 1926." Donna pointed out.

"It's left behind when certain species genetically re-encode." The Doctor explained.

"The murderer's an alien?" Donna asked.

"A cat among pigeons!" I corrected, beaming.

"Which means one of that lot is an alien in human form." The Doctor reasoned. He grinned at me. 'Clever line, though.'

'How's it clever?'

"Yeah, but think about it. There's a murder, a mystery, and Agatha Christie." Donna stated.

"So? Happens to Terra and me all the time." The Doctor replied. He sniffed the pencil, holding it up to me.

I sniffed it. Donna grimaced in disgust.

"No, but isn't that a bit weird?" Donna asked. "Agatha Christie didn't walk around surrounded by murders. Not really. I mean, that's like meeting Charles Dickens and he's surrounded by ghosts at Christmas."

'Are you gonna tell her, or will I?' I asked.

'Could you?' The Doctor held up the pencil to his face, scooping some residue onto his finger. He licked it.

I made a face.

The Doctor clicked his tongue. "Well."

"Oh, come on! It's not like we could drive cross country and find Enid Blyton having tea with Noddy." Donna joked. Neither of us laughed. "Could we? Noddy's not real. Is he? Tell me there's no Noddy."

"There's no Noddy." The Doctor and I answered then we ran out the door.

Donna chased us. "Next thing you know, you'll be telling me it's like Murder On The Orient Express, and they all did it."

"That would be awesome!" I cheered.

Agatha walked up to us, coming back from down the hall. "Murder on the Orient Express?"

Donna's smile fell, realizing that had been an accidental spoiler. "Ooo, yeah. One of your best."

Or maybe she hadn't. "Donna, let's not trouble the author about her work. There's been a murder." I reminded her.

"Marvellous idea, though." Agatha replied, seeming to actually consider it.

"Yes, whatever you prefer, Mrs Christie." I gave the author a little bow of the head.

"Yeah. Tell you what. Copyright Donna Noble, okay?" Donna suggested.

"Anyway." The Doctor stressed, giving Donna and I scolding looks. "Agatha, Terra, and I will question the suspects. Donna, you search the bedrooms. Look for clues." He lowered his voice to a whisper. "Any more residue." He reached into his coat. "You'll need this."

He handed her a large magnifying glass.

Donna gave him a deadpan stare. "Is that for real?"

"It's not imagined!" I assured her, happily.

"That it isn't." The Doctor praised me, bumping his shoulder against mine. "Go on. Look at you two- ever so plucky."

Donna glared. "Shouldn't the other plucky one come with me?"

"No. I need her for questioning." The Doctor explained.

"Her?" Agatha asked.

"She's quite good at it." The Doctor replied, praising me.

It should make me feel good to be complimented. Yes? Compliments were supposed to feel nice, not feel like this. The words instead sounded like a trap. The Doctor wasn't one to say things that way. The Doctor was always hopelessly sincere.

The Master never was.

"Really?" Agatha asked, eyeing me with a curious smile.

"Yes." I answered. "It's my favorite game!"

Donna snatched the magnifying glass. She walked up the stairs. Her feet stomped as she went up.

"Bye Donna!" I waved off the ginger detective. She was gonna catch clues so good- oh no, we forgot to eat Scooby Doo fruit snacks! How will we solve crimes now?!

I reached in my Bag. There had to be Scooby Doo fruit snacks here. I'm me, I would pack Scooby snacks.

The Doctor beamed, grinning widely at Agatha. "Right then. Solving a murder mystery with Agatha Christie. Brilliant."

Agatha narrowed her eyes at him. "How like a man to have fun while there's disaster all around him."

The Doctor tempered his joy. "Sorry. Yeah."

"I'll work with the both of you, gladly, but for the sake of justice, not your own amusement." Agatha told him.

"Yeah." The Doctor replied. He tried fighting down his smile, but it wasn't working.

"We'll be very serious!" I pulled out a small baggie of colorful fruit snacks. "There is a mystery to solve." I popped a blue Scooby head in my mouth.

The Doctor snickered. Agatha hardened her glare at us.

==MGCB==

The priest sat with us first. Mainly because even the Doctor noted that he last saw Peach speaking with Golightly.

"Now then, Reverend. Where were you at a quarter past four?" The Doctor asked.

I sat back by the painting, leaning against the wall while watching the alien bug speak.

"Let me think...Why yes, I remember. I was unpacking in my room." Golightly answered.

"No alibi, then." The Doctor replied.

"You were alone?" Agatha asked.

"With the Lord, one is never truly alone, Doctor?" Golightly asked.

"God cannot confirm your words, as He confirmed His own son in Jordan." I countered.

Golightly's eyes lit up. "You know your Scripture, Miss."

Mr Spencer always wanted me to learn the tools of his trade

I smiled, like I would on Sunday mornings to the demanding congregation. "I was raised by speakers of the Word." I told him. Not entirely a lie, and something I could definitely give the Doctor a cover story for. "As you were, yes? I heard someone say something about it."

Golightly smiled politely. "Yes, I was."

The Doctor cleared his throat. "Thank you, Reverend, you may go."

The Reverend left with an easy smile.

'Raised by speakers of the word?' The Doctor repeated.

'I've spent some years in monasteries.' I reminded him. 'Mostly just to see if my feet burned on consecrated ground.'

The Doctor frowned, eyebrows scrunched together as they looked at me.

==MGCB==

Roger Curbishley sat in the hot seat now.

"And where were you?" The Doctor asked.

"Let me think. I was." Roger looked off. "Oh, yes. I was taking a constitutional in the fields behind the house. Just taking a stroll, that's all."

The Doctor "Alone?" The Doctor asked.

Roger's face had a small twitch. Nothing noticeable to the human eye, but a Time Lady could see it. Actually, a well trained human could do it. "Oh, yes, all alone. Totally alone. Absolutely alone. Completely. All of the time. I wandered lonely as the proverbial cloud. There was no one else with me. Not at all. Not ever."

"I don't think you deserve to be alone." I told him.

Roger grinned, no doubt thinking I was flirting. "That's very kind of you."

I shook my head, giggling. "Someday, maybe you won't be alone anymore."

His face twitched again. A small, minuscule thing.

The Doctor grinned proudly.

Agatha looked between us both, very confused but still curious.

==MGCB==

Robina Redmond sat in the hot seat now.

"And where were you?" The Doctor asked.

"At a quarter past four. Well, I went to the toilet when I arrived, and then er. Oh, yes, I remember. I was preparing myself." Robina answered.

Not technically a lie.

I'll allow it.

"Positively buzzing with excitement about the party and the super fun of meeting Lady Eddy." Robina cheered.

"We've only got your word for it." The Doctor told her.

"That's your problem, not mine." Robina replied.

==MGCB==

Hugh Curbishley sat in the hot...wheelchair...now.

"And where were you, sir?" The Doctor asked.

"Quarter past four? Dear me, let me think. Ah, yes, I remember. I was in my study, reading through some military memoirs. Fascinating stuff." Curbishley answered.

Eyes dilated

Growing smile

Also the way his eyes subconsciously glanced at me- or more rather, my dress

Yeah I'm totally loving that

"Took me back to my days in the army. Started reminiscing. Mafeking, you know. Terrible war." Curbishley explained with a too flat expression. Like- like he was trying to keep it flat instead of smiling.

And his eyes still glanced towards me, as he fell back into the fantasy behind his eyes.

"Colonel?" I asked. "You can stop now."

"Snap out of it." The Doctor scolded.

"I was in me study-" Curbishley carried on.

"No, no, no. Right out of it." The Doctor warned.

"Oh, sorry. Got a bit carried away there." Curbishley apologized.

The Doctor pushed him out with a little more force than necessary.

'Doc Brown, he answered all our questions. He's definitely not the killer.' I reminded him.

'Yes, I know.'

'...so did you need to push him out so hard?'

The Doctor paused as he pushed the door shut. '...yes.'

'Why?' I asked.

The Doctor opened the door again. "Next!"

"Onto the next dumb witness!"

==MGCB==

Lady Clemency herself sat in the hot seat.

"And where were you at a quarter past four, my lady?" The Doctor asked her.

"Now, let me see. Yes, I remember. I was sitting in the Blue Room, taking my afternoon tea." Clemency replied.

The alcohol was already on your breath from earlier

Before you even had a drink on the lawn

Well not exactly on your breath but- but I've had to hide alcohol breath before. I know what that smells like.

"It's a ritual of mine. I needed to gather strength for the duty of hostess." Clemency explained. "I then proceeded to the lawn where I met you, Doctor, and Lady Johnson, and I said, 'who exactly might you be and what are you doing here?' And you said, 'I am the Doctor and this is Lady Terra Johnson and Miss Donna Noble-'"

"Yes, yes. You can stop now. I was there for that bit." The Doctor reminded her.

"Of course." Clemency hiccuped. "Excuse me."

==MGCB==

The suspects had been questioned. Now, the three of us deliberated.

I'd finished off my Scooby Fruit Snacks. The next chance I get, I'll buy more. Hopefully, I'll get some before I leave for Coldspring.

The Doctor and Agatha paced. I reclined on the couch, mental mapping out the rest of the day.

There's really only one way it can be done.

Or one way that results in the least amount of death or harm.

I've been working out the issue for years. Ever since I first watched the episode, then again when I became Three. No version worked out as well as the one I've come up with. Not for me, at least.

Agatha always brought them back and forth. I couldn't reach Greeves, who was watching Donna, or leave to find Chandrakala because the Doctor wanted me here for questions.

I can't save her, but I can save Roger and do my best to save Agatha's memory.

"No alibis for any of them." Agatha mused. "The secret adversary remains hidden. We must look for a motive. Use ze little grey cells."

My hand slipped into my Bag. My sonic slipped into my palm, cold and familiar. A device that I couldn't bring to Coldspring. How would I explain alien tech to werewolves? Should I leave it in the Bag, or in one of my storage vaults? Where would it be safest?

"Oh, yes, little grey cells. Good old Poirot." The Doctor praised. He walked past me, sitting down in the hot seat. "You know, we've been to Belgium."

"Yeah." I giggled, thinking back fondly on it. We'd gone just a couple of weeks ago. We hadn't fought the Sontarans yet. "Donna wanted to go shopping. Wasn't happy with the detour."

"Yeah." The Doctor started smiling. "I remember we were deep in the Ardennes, trying to find Charlemagne. He'd been kidnapped by an insane computer."

"You tried shooting it with a bow."

"You shot it first."

"You wouldn't let me talk to it."

The Doctor laughed, fond. "Yeah."

"Doctor? Doctor." Agatha spoke up.

The Doctor sat up. "Sorry."

"Charlemagne lived centuries ago." Agatha reminded us.

"Nearly a millennium." I agreed.

"We've got a very good memory." The Doctor countered.

"For such an experienced detective, you missed a big clue." Agatha pointed out.

"Terra? Did I miss anything?" The Doctor asked.

"She probably means the slip of paper she found in the fire." I replied.

"You were looking the other way." Agatha said to the Doctor.

"Yeah, but I saw you reflected in the glass of the bookcase." The Doctor replied.

"She was blocking that!" Agatha argued.

"But I stepped aside, which is when I saw you reaching for it." I explained.

Agatha smiled, impressed. "You crafty lot." She pulled the paper out. "This is all that was left." She showed it to us.

The Doctor and I walked up to her. The charred slip of paper had only one word on it.

"What's that first letter? N or M?" The Doctor asked.

"It's an M. The word is maiden." Agatha answered.

"MAIDEN!" Agatha and I jumped back at the shout. "What does that mean?" The Doctor asked.

"We're still no further forward. Our nemesis remains at large." Agatha grumbled. "Unless Lady Terra's found something."

"I found lots of things!" I cheered.

The Doctor grinned. "Like what?"

"All of them are liars." I replied. The Doctor encouraged me to keep talking.

Great. Just great. I didn't want to say anything, though. This mystery was already solved- the only issue was the chase, the capture, stopping him from killing again. Everyone else just had personal issues.

Besides that, not even someone like me could tell every detail about them just by one conversation. Not even the Doctor. I had the cheat of knowing what to look for- of seeing their flashback played on TV. Also of seeing the murderer themselves.

I couldn't expose Golightly's plot. Even calling it a plot was a strong word. He just was a lost little boy that wanted to find his family again, and that happened to lash out when pushed. How could I expose him like that?

It'd spoil the fun.

"Hey, that information is personal! I can't tell you." I argued.

"It's a murder investigation. You can, actually, share it." The Doctor reminded me.

I shook my head. "It's rude to share their secrets." Roger and Clemency. "Or to spoil other people's jobs." Robina/the Unicorn. "Or just...no." Curbishley. "It's all incredibly private."

"But did any of them do it?" Agatha asked.

"Oh one of them definitely did." I nodded, smiling knowingly. "And we all know who!"

The Doctor and Agatha stared at me.

"We all know right?" I asked.

"No. We don't." Agatha replied. "Would you please tell us?"

"Not until we hear from Donna!" I stated.

"DOCTOR! TERRA!" Donna's voice cried out.

"See?"

"Donna!" The Doctor yelled, rushing off down the hall.

Then I remembered I was supposed to follow.

==MGCB==

Donna's constant screams helped guide us to her.

Donna stood in the hallway, still shouting. "It's a giant wasp!"

"How giant?" I asked.

"What do you mean, a giant wasp?" The Doctor asked.

"I mean, a wasp that's giant." Donna snarked.

"Yeah- how giant?" I repeated.

"It's only a silly little insect." Agatha dismissed, laughed.

"When I say giant, I don't mean big, I mean FLIPPING ENORMOUS!" Donna waved down to the door. "Look at its sting."

The stinger was indeed still stuck in the door. A large wasp stinger stuck outside the door, curved up.

"Let me see." The Doctor instructed. He pushed the door open, himself and I slipping inside.

The stinger was even thicker on the other side of the door. Morphic residue dripped off the side.

Other things in the room had my attention. The stale air, the heavy layers of dust, the child's teddy bear on the bed, the empty dollhouse against the wall.

"It's gone. Buzzed off." The Doctor stated.

I walked over, reaching for the teddy bear.

"But that's fascinating-" Agatha said about the stinger.

"Don't touch it. Don't touch it." The Doctor advised. "Let me."

The teddy bear looked clean. As I picked it up, my fingers brushed the soft fur.

The Doctor knelt down. Holding out a vial, he let the goop drip into it. "Giant wasp. Well, tons of amorphous insectivorous lifeforms, but none in this galactic vector."

"A long way from home..." I agreed. The bear deserved to be loved...just like the intended owner.

"I think I understood some of those words. Enough to know that you're completely potty." Agatha stated.

"Lost its sting, though. That makes it defenseless." Donna stated.

"Oh, a creature this size? Got to be able to grow a new one." The Doctor reasoned.

The poor child...

"Can we return to sanity? There are no such things as giant wasps." Agatha asked.

"Exactly. So. The question is, what's it doing here?" The Doctor asked.

==MGCB==

The four of us walked down the stairs. The Doctor decided to check outside for the wasp, see if we could find it there. As we walked, we heard a loud scream.

The Doctor and I ran off.

Outside, we found Chandrakala dying on the ground. A statue half collapsed on her chest.

I'm sorry

I wanted to save you- truly.

But there was no other way to make Clemency cry

The three of them reached the head maid. I paused just short of her, looking up. The sky was clear. Not a buzz or bug around.

"The poor little child." Chandrakala whispered. She slumped in the dirt, eyes unseeing.

The buzzing began.

"Hi!" I greeted.

The wasp floated in the air. The wasp looked as big as a person. The new stinger stretched as long as my arm.

Golightly swung the stinger at us. I dodged. The swing served to distract us so he could buzz off- pardon the pun. As I dodged, I started running off into the house.

The wasp flew in the open door.

"Come on!" The Doctor called out behind me.

I chased after him. Others followed, that wasn't my priority. The target was a giant wasp. Nothing else mattered.

The wasp dashed about the hallways. His body shape and wings allowed him to make harder turns. For me to make those same turns, that meant being a lot more agile. Or being more willing to slam into walls.

Guess which option I picked!

The first one, obviously. I'm not insane enough to run into walls.

I turned corners, faster than the others could. The wasp needed to work faster to stay faster than me. He flew up the stairs. I took a run-up to grab the bottom of the upper rail, then jumped over it.

Being a ninja is awesome

"Whoa!" Donna gasped.

I kept chasing the wasp.

He went down the hall, hiding in the rafters.

I stopped just short of the archway into the hall.

The adults were a ways back, climbing up the stairs like boring people. Can't everyone jump upstairs in a single bound? It's my favorite trick to do.

The Master hated when I did that

Norah Rettere just needed to sit there and do work.

She should not be noticed.

Terra Three can- and should- do what she likes

I stepped forward. "Hello there."

The wasp buzzed, trying to stay hidden.

"Hey, this makes a change. There's a monster, and we're chasing it." Donna's remark echoed up the hall.

"It can't be a monster. It's a trick. They do it with mirrors." Agatha excused.

They finally caught up to me.

"Terra! Mighty fine work." The Doctor patted my back.

Please never do that again

The compliment, or the patting on my back

I know you don't mean them

Agatha gawked. "By all that's holy."

The wasp's stinger stuck out from the archway. I knelt down, trying to avoid the sting.

"Careful Terra!"

There it is

Your doubt of me- back in full force

Just the way I want it

"Isn't he magnificent?" I asked.

The wasp floated down, floating just in the archway. I grinned at him.

"Oh yes. Wonderful." The Doctor agreed. "Now, just stop. Stop there."

The wasp lunged.

"Oi, flyboy." Donna called out. She held up the magnifying glass.

Even without sunlight shining through, the wasp took no chances. He flew up the hallway to hide.

I started running. "Gonna complain now?!"

"Don't let it get away!" The Doctor ordered.

I ran down the hallway. "He's not an 'it'!"

"Fine! Quick, before he reverts back to human form." The Doctor yelled.

The wasp turned into a room. I stopped at the end of the hall, watching. The Doctor stood beside me, glaring down the hall.

"Terra?"

"He moved into a room." I replied. "All I heard was a door closing."

He grunted, annoyed. "Where are you? Come on. There's nowhere to run. Show yourself!"

Doors opened. All of our suspects walked out. The hallway belonged to the guest rooms.

"Oh, that's just cheating." The Doctor complained.

==MGCB==

Our suspects were brought down to the drawing room. They all knew we had found a second body, and failed to catch the murderer. On hearing about the identity of the new body, Clemency began to cry. She pulled out a handkerchief to sob into.

"My faithful companion, this is terrible." Clemency bemoaned the loss as she walked towards the couch.

"I'm so sorry, Lady Clemency." I held my arms out.

She sniffled, holding her arm out. She must still be tipsy from the interview. Or she drank even more on her lonesome. I happily hugged her, gently rubbing her back.

Davenport wheeled in Curbishley to sit in front of the window. "Excuse me, my lady, but she was on her way to tell you something." Davenport admitted. The butler walked to stand behind the couch.

Clemency waved me off. My hands slipped in my pockets, waking over to the Doctor's side. "She never found me." She hiccuped again, sobbing. She pressed her handkerchief to her face. "She had an appointment with death instead."

The Doctor stopped to lean on a cushioned chair, looking out at them all. I sat in a chair at his side. Golightly took the seat next to me. Donna took the only other couch with Agatha and Robina. "She said, the poor little child. Does that mean anything to anyone?" The Doctor asked.

Curbishley harrumphed. "No children in this house for years." He glared towards his son, and the butler behind. "Highly unlikely there will be."

Roger showed no displeasure at the implication. Perhaps he swore to a bachelor's life, or maybe all the threat of murder made hiding his relationship the least of his worries.

"Mrs Christie, you must have twigged something." Clemency begged. Agatha was startled at being acknowledged. "You've written simply the best detective stories."

"Tell us, what would Poirot do?" Golightly asked.

"Heaven's sake. Cards on the table, woman. You should be helping us." Curbishley snapped.

"But, I'm merely a writer." Agatha excused.

"But surely you can crack it. These events, they're exactly like one of your plots." Robina pointed out.

"That's what I've been saying. Agatha, that's gotta mean something." Donna asked.

"But what? I've no answers. None." Agatha stood up, shaking her head. "I'm sorry, all of you. I'm truly sorry, but I've failed. If anyone can help us, then it's the Doctor and Terra, not me." She walked out of the room.

Everyone watched her go without a word. None of them moved. Well except Donna. She chased out after the author. I made to leave. The Doctor reached out to tap my shoulder.

"Terra. Hold on a tic." The Doctor asked.

"Doc Brown." I whined. "Let me emotionally encourage people!"

The Doctor nodded his head towards the couch behind him, the couch where he sat on the arm. "Start with me."

"Doctor, is there anything you can tell us?" Roger asked.

"Give me a moment to discuss with my partner." The Doctor answered. The Doctor walked out with me to the hallway.

I walked behind, like a petulant child. Many of the other adults huffed in distaste. It made me smile on the inside.

Once the door closed, the Doctor turned to me.

"So. What have you got?" The Doctor asked.

I tilted my head. Did he know what I stole? "What?"

"Your profile. What have you got?" The Doctor asked. "You already said it was a he."

"Or she."

"You literally said 'he'."

"Cause you literally kept saying 'it!'"

"And you picked 'he'?"

"Three out of five of our lead suspects are men. Our third girl is Agatha Christie."

"Alright...a fair point." He sighed, leaning against the door. "So you have nothing either."

I blinked, instantly knowing it was too sharply done and my smile was too knowing. Even though I corrected fast, the Doctor noticed. The Doctor raised an eyebrow.

"...what do you have?"

Hesitating, I bit my lip. There was a lot I could say. Giving him the answer outright was out. There had to be a way to tell him what was going on without outright revealing everything. I mean there was, I just needed to pay extra close attention to my words and "Our wasp is very sad, and lonely." I replied.

The Doctor crossed his arms, leaning against the wall. "How do you figure?"

"Well you said others of his kind aren't spotted in this galactic vector. That means he's all alone. We would've seen a swarm by now, or detected a signal home."

"That's right." The Doctor nodded, considering. "Which means what he wants is in this house."

"Yeah."

He scratched the side of his face. "But what could it be? Clemency isn't one to have anything spectacular in here or we would have noticed."

"Did you not see that either?" I asked, curious. "I really thought you would've noticed."

"Noticed what?"

Clemency screamed. The Doctor and I rushed back into the room.

"MY NECKLACE! SOMEONE'S STOLEN MY NECKLACE!" Clemency cried out. The rest of the room gasped. "THE UNICORN IS HERE!"

==MGCB==

The plucky assistants that like helping us out brought us the third kit, confirming what Clemency suspected. The Unicorn was here and had stolen the Firestone.

We'd moved to the sitting room to give Clemency and her family privacy in their grief. Greeves offered us drinks to make the transition better. I asked for another thing along with the drinks for later.

"Ooo, someone did come here tooled up. The sort of stuff a thief uses." The Doctor remarked. "Must have tossed it out after stealing the Firestone."

"The Unicorn. He's really here." Agatha replied.

The Doctor handed me the tool kit. "The Unicorn and the wasp." I slipped it into my Bag. Darcy would love to have it.

Greeves entered with a tray of alcoholic drinks. "Your drinks, ladies. Doctor."

The Doctor took his drink. He "Very good, Greeves."

"Greeves, about my order-" I began.

"The kitchen is working on it, Lady Johnson." Greeves replied. "It should be ready by dinner time."

I beamed, happily clapping. "Thank you."

"What did you ask for?" The Doctor asked.

"Why do murderers get the only fun of having a secret plan?" I asked him. "Maybe I wanna turn."

The Doctor laughed.

My drink looked so good. A bright red Mary Pickford. I lifted it up to my nose, taking a quick smell. Peanuts. Aww, he considered me a threat too!

Still, the smell disgusted me. I grimaced, lowering the drink to the table.

"Did you enquire about the necklace?" Agatha asked Donna.

"Lady Eddison brought it back from India. It's worth thousands." Donna replied. "How about the science stuff? What did you find?"

The Doctor held up the vial of goop. "Vespiform sting. Vespiforms have got hives in the Silfrax galaxy."

"Are they neighbors with the Sycorax?" I asked.

"Nope." The Doctor reached for his drink.

Agatha laughed. "Again, you talk like Edward Lear."

"But for some reason, this one's behaving like a character in one of your books." The Doctor stated. He put his drink back down on the table.

"It doesn't feel mocking. There's definitely an intention to copy you." I added. "None of that feels mocking. It's a tasteful copy."

"Come on, Agatha. What would Miss Marple do?" Donna took another sip of her drink before putting it down. "She'd have overheard something vital by now, because the murderer thinks she's just a harmless old lady."

"I do it all the time." I agreed. "Except I'm not old."

Donna snorted. "Works perfectly when she does it."

"Clever idea." Agatha remarked, considering it. "Miss Marple? Who writes those?"

Donna replied without missing a beat. "Copyright Donna Noble. Add it to the list."

"Terra." The Doctor prompted.

"Donna quit being selfish." I scolded, clearly not meaning it.

Donna rolled her eyes. "Okay, we could split the copyright."

"Thank you." I replied. There, that should keep everyone happy.

"No. Terra, did you drink?" The Doctor asked, voice low and dangerous.

"Obviously not, it had-" I sat up, giving the Doctor a double-take. All at once, I could feel a panic in my mind. Not from my own head, but from his. A panic that came from concern and rage and fear. "-wait, did you?"

The Doctor nodded. The panic in my mind hadn't calmed. "Something's inhibiting my enzymes."

The Doctor suddenly arched up in his seat. His face twisted up in pain- like he'd been stabbed in the gut.

"Argh! I've been poisoned." He grunted. He started twisting and turning in the chair, trying to handle the pain.

I stood up from my seat, moving to sit on the table. The Doctor curled his legs about, still writhing in pain. The Doctor grit his teeth, jaw clenching as he tried to get air. Donna and Agatha rushed forward to my sides. Agatha took his drink. Donna held my arm.

"What do we do?!" Donna asked. "What do we do?!"

"Kitchen. We need the kitchen." I stood up, running for the door.

"Bitter almonds. It's cyanide." Agatha reported. "Sparkling cyanide."

The Doctor got up, running behind me. I could hear him. Not by the pounding of his feet

==MGCB==

I stormed into the kitchen. Maids and butlers quickly stepped aside to avoid me. The Doctor's mind continued to panic against mine. Intense emotions raged inside of him. They beat against my skull as he tried to process them while saving his own skin.

But that rage was familiar

A dangerous familiar

The Doctor felt this anger before and I could feel it then too.

"Ginger beer!" I ordered. None of the servants moved, except to get out of my way. "Where is it!?"

"I beg your pardon?" Davenport asked.

The Doctor stumbled in behind me. "I need ginger beer!"

Davenport pointed to a shelf. I was already running for it. Something there was labelled ginger beer so I grabbed it. Opening it, I handed it to the Doctor.

He chugged it down.

"The gentleman and lady's gone mad." A butler complained as Donna and Agatha came in.

The Doctor stopped chugging. He poured the rest on his suit, like his body was on fire and only the ginger beer could put it out.

"Next?" I asked.

"I'm an expert in poisons." Agatha reminded us. "Doctor, Terra, there's no cure. It's fatal."

"Not for me. I can stimulate the inhibited enzymes into reversal." The Doctor threw the can on the ground. "Protein. I need protein."

"Walnuts?" Donna asked. She grabbed the jar, handing it to the Doctor.

"Brilliant." The Doctor opened it. He poured walnuts in his mouth. His mouth full, the Doctor turned to me. His mind was too chaotic to hear words.

"I can't hear it!" I told him.

The Doctor mimed salt. I nodded, turning back to the pantry.

"I can't understand you. How many words?" Donna asked. The anchovies were too well hidden. "One. One word. Shake. Milkshake. Milk? Milk? No, not milk? Shake, shake, shake. Cocktail shaker. What do you want, a Harvey Wallbanger?"

The Doctor swallowed the walnuts. "Harvey Wallbanger!?"

"Well, I don't know!" Donna excused.

"How is Harvey Wallbanger one word?!" The Doctor asked.

"What do you need, Doctor?" Agatha asked.

"Salt!" I handed him the anchovies.

"That's not salt!" Donna yelped.

The Doctor popped the jar open. "Salt is too salty!"

Donna rolled her eyes. "Oh, that's too salty."

"Next?!" I yelled.

The Doctor poured the can in his mouth. Mouth full again, he mimed by waving his hands in the air.

The shock.

Well I'm not kissing him

That doesn't leave me a lot of options

"What is it? What else?" Donna asked. The Doctor kept going. I decided to reach into my Bag. "It's a song? Mammy? I don't know. Camptown Races?"

"Camptown Races!?" The Doctor yelped.

"Well, all right then, Towering Inferno." Donna mocked. "Terra?"

"It's a shock." I answered.

"I need a shock!" The Doctor confirmed.

BANG

Everyone in the kitchen jumped. Many even screamed. Donna and Agatha covered their ears.

I kept my gun aimed at the ceiling.

The Doctor reeled back. His head got thrown back. Black smoke flew out of his mouth.

He straightened himself back out.

"Detox." The Doctor exhaled. His face was suddenly covered in sweat from the effort of the detox. "Oh my. I must do that more often. I mean, the detox."

"I know!" I tucked the gun back in my Bag. "But it got you."

"Lady Terra, you have a gun?" Agatha asked.

"I have a great moving finger!" I cheered.

"Did you have to do that?!" Donna yelled.

"The other choices were either of us kissing him, or aiming the gun at him." I explained. "I didn't trust him to duck in this state."

"Kissing him?! Why was that an option?!" Donna asked.

"Exactly! You get shocked, he gets shocked, we're all shocked! Everyone wins!" I cheered, beaming. Glad to know I wasn't the only fucking person in the entire fucking galaxy that avoided kissing him. "Except the murderer that tried to kill us. He hates this."

"Doctor, Terra, you are impossible. Who are you?" Agatha asked.

The Doctor lurched forward. He grabbed my hand, dragging me around the kitchen. I pushed the gun back into my Bag. The Doctor kept walking me through the hall. I let him drag me along.

His head hadn't calmed down yet. It whirled, yes, but not as strong as before. The Doctor survived, but I could not feel calm yet.

==MGCB==

/

The Doctor brought me back to the sitting room. In all the chaos, my drink stayed upright. The Doctor let me hand go to grab it.

He hadn't even scolded me about the gun yet.

The Doctor lifted the drink to his nose. I could make a joke about just having saved him from poison so please don't do it again. The Doctor stopped the drink before his mouth, just breathing in.

"I don't like peanuts in my drink." I assured him, my voice shaking. "So I didn't drink it."

The Doctor put the drink down. Then he knocked it aside.

The Master threw my water. I'd wanted Kool-Aid but he only ever gave me water.

"He wouldn't have left you, right? Not the girl who fired her gun even when the Doctor told her not to carry a gun."

I made myself breathe in and breathe out. Then I visibly swallowed.

"I-I d-didn't drink it." I reminded him. "I'm o-okay."

The Doctor turned towards me. Without pausing, he wrapped his arms around me.

"Doctor. I'm okay." I repeated.

"No you're not." The Doctor replied. He squeezed his arms tighter around me. My breath hitched. My hearts pounded loudly, painfully, each breath feeling forced. "I can feel it."

I tried to swallow but my throat wouldn't let anything down. "Y-You're mad."

"Yes I am." The Doctor answered. Pressed against him, I could feel his own hearts beating against me. They pounded in a different rhythm than mine. It was loud. Everything felt so loud.

"A-at me?" I asked.

I know he is- idiot

Do you know what Mr Spencer would say if he were here?

Stop being a nuisance! Or somesuch.

Stop being lazy, start being proactive.

I can be a better person in Coldspring.

I can't bother the Doctor in Coldspring

The Doctor started brushing on my back. The arm wrapping tighter around my shoulders. "No, no. Not at you-"

"You're m-mad I used a g-gun again."

"No! No. It's alright. Just what I needed-"

"Don't lie to me!" I snapped. My voice wobbled in fear.

The door to the sitting room opened. I squeaked, trying to pull myself out of the Doctor's grip. Bad enough he'd seen me like this, I didn't need Donna seeing it too.

"Not now!" The Doctor scolded, loudly and harshly.

The door slammed shut.

"Let me go let me go let me go-" I pleaded.

The Doctor ended the hug. He guided me to the couch, setting me down on it. I scrubbed at my cheeks, wiping away any signs of weakness. He sat on the coffee table, staring at my face.

His brown eyes stared at me. He searched my face, then the rest of me. I sniffled, pushing it down. Pushing it all down.

"I'm not mad at you." The Doctor told me, trying to sound assuring. It grated on my ears. "You were very clever and fast, just like always."

I shook my head. "Y-You're mad again. I can f-feel you t-too. You-You keep getting m-mad today."

The Doctor paused, thoughtful. "I've been mad at other people, not you. Never you."

"You-You're mad I'm not t-telling."

The Doctor shook his head. "I just don't understand why you're doing it."

"You don't agree." I replied.

He took a deep breath in. "Terra." The Doctor began. He stopped short of reaching for my hands. Instead he held his own, wringing his fingers. "Someone tried to poison you."

"He p-poisoned you too-"

"And he only failed to poison you, because you smelled for cherries and got peanuts." The Doctor replied. "You refused a drink you finished off this morning, that should've been a clue. But you saw it, then you helped save me. You have solved the case, not even I've done that. All I know is that our killer is a Vespiform. And we have an active thief."

"S-Stolen pearls f-from under somebody's n-nose."

"Yes, but I bet you know exactly who the Unicorn is too." I looked down at my lap, to the Bag at my side. "Yeah."

"It's-It's n-not an important s-secret." I excused. "The Unicorn is-is a thief. Clemency would've said if they were v-violent too."

"I agree." The Doctor replied, nodding assuringly. "He must be searching for something in this house. You said I hadn't noticed it, what haven't I noticed? You've always been telling me off for missing things. What's stopping you now?"

I swallowed.

"It's alright if you can't say." The Doctor replied. "It's alright to be scared. Will you help me understand why you won't say anything? People are dying, Terra, we can't afford secrets."

"He's not- It's all just- Can't-" I stumbled. "I don't have the words. It's all- it's all jumbled inside."

The Doctor reached up, tapping the side of his head. "Can you share?"

I wanted to share. I wanted to share that so badly. To let him see all the things that I saw and remembered, point out things he'd seen and ignored. It would be easy. To open my head up for him.

But I couldn't.

His head still sounded so angry...so very loud...I didn't want the Doctor's kind of loud in my head. If I opened up my head to him anymore...it would all pour in at once.

"That's alright." The Doctor assured me. "In the future, you can keep your secrets however long you like. I can't let you have that today. This thing can sting, it can fly. It could wipe us all out in seconds. We're running out of time."

/

I shook my head.

The Doctor groaned. "Terra-"

"Doctor." My hand reached up. It paused just above my lap. After another moment's hesitation, I reached up to squeeze his shoulder. "I need you to trust that I know what I'm doing. Can you?"

The Doctor's eyebrows scrunched, lips frowning, but his brown eyes were sincere. "Course I do."

For the first time today, I believed him.

"I wasn't scared." I reminded him. "Not until you were. You stopped believing in me. I'm like a fairy, Doctor, I gotta be believed in. People just...when you believe in them, Doctor, they do better."

The Doctor grinned, sheepish. He reached up to put his hand over mine. "It's not just me."

"Yeah Donna's great too." I agreed.

He giggled. "One more thing."

"Yeah?"

"When you realized you drink had been poisoned, you didn't even blink."

Why would I? Darcy's tried poisoning since she was a child. Her version of rebellion. If anything, almost being poisoned brought back fond memories with her.

I let go of his shoulder to touch the necklace around my throat.

She would probably try to poison me again in Coldspring,

I'd like to see what she tries next.

"I forget people don't get poisoned as often as I do." I replied.

The Doctor blinked. "Right...if being poisoned isn't scaring you, then what about them is?"

"...maybe I understand." I replied.

"Understand what?"

"What he wants."

"And what does a Vespiform want?" The Doctor asked.

He's a lost alien with no idea of what he is, and when he gets answers, he becomes a murderer.

Maybe I want to prove I'll be different. Maybe I want to see if I can be brought back, just in case I'm exactly the same as him.

Maybe I wanna prove you don't always have to be a murderer.

I stood up from my seat, walking to the door. "I don't have the words yet."

The Doctor got up to follow me.

==MGCB==

Many hours passed after that. Donna and Agatha didn't ask questions- obviously because Donna listened in as we talked. Not that I blamed her. The Doctor abd I arguing out loud made quite a spectacle.

Agatha took me aside to ask me about my training with firearms. It made me really excited to be asked that by her. The Doctor sat in the room, smiling with pride as I explained a very watered down version of my past. Donna sat by just to watch me "be happy for a bit", which was almost rude.

I can be happy.

It's just not that often, lately.

The sun set. Darkness fell over the household as a storm began. Clemency and her family tried searching for the Firestone or the Unicorn, only to come up empty. Both murderer and thief were perfectly blended in amongst the guests.

Later, the Doctor went off to 'poison' the dinner, I snuck off to finish a side project.

Butlers came around to announce the dinner. I asked a butler- Greeves and Davenport were busy with dinner- to watch over the dish I'd worked on. It would be needed later. There was a thing to do first.

Guests migrated down towards the dining hall. I caught one specific guest before he could enter the hall.

"Reverend, might you come with me for a moment?" I asked.

Golightly glanced at the retreating rest of the party. "We really should stay with the group."

I grabbed his hand, dragging him back. The priest went along with it. He probably thought it would blow his cover to use his natural strength. "It's nearly mealtime. We're supposed to pray before our meals, yes?"

"That's- yes but usually that's at the table." Golightly replied.

I hummed, still dragging him behind me. "I prefer privacy when I pray. It's just supposed to be you and God, right?"

"Where does it say that?" Golightly asked.

Author help me

This is going to fucking suck

"Matthew 6:6." I replied. "'But when you pray, go to your inner room, close the door, and pray to your Father.'"

"'-in secret'." Golightly added.

"Then we'll go by James 5:16." I offered. "'Therefore, confess your sins to one another and pray for one another, that you may be healed. The fervent prayer of a righteous person is very powerful.'"

Golightly grinned. Visibly concerned. Still trying to walk away "You know your scripture."

"I told you- I studied." I replied. Since we were in the drawing room now, I sat down on the couch. "Would you please join me?" As I waited, I clapped my hands together and closed my eyes.

Silence. No buzzing. No screams. Not even creeks on the floorboards.

"Whenever you're ready." I offered.

Then, the priest moved. The couch cushion to my side dipped.

"Hello, Father. It's been- well it's been a long time since my last confession." I started, keeping my eyes closed. "I've lied to friends, let two people die, and have let their murderer walk free."

Golightly tensed on the couch. I opened my eyes, turning to him with confusion.

"Everything okay?" I asked him.

His eyes were wide in panic. He gripped the arm of the couch, offense splashed on his face. "Lady Johnson, I ask you to explain yourself."

"It's okay. I never told anyone." I promised him. "Nobody in the building knows you're the giant Vespiform that killed Professor Peach and Chandrakala. Nobody knows but me."

Golightly hissed. It didn't sound like a buzz, not yet. "Don't make me angry."

"Doing my very best. You don't need to worry, though." I added. "You can be forgiven too."

"Damn it, you humanzz-" Golightly buzzed. "-worshipping your tribal sky godzz."

I sat up. "Is that you talking, or the Vespiform inside?"

"They are the zzz-ame." Golightly snapped.

"Now I know that's not true." I replied. "You're still Golightly. Having your heritage downloaded to your brain doesn't erase your identity. You think your parents studied like you did? That they know enough to counter my arguments about scripture, much less finish the verse?"

"Does that book not say thou shall not kill?" Golightly argued. "Whoever kills a man shall be put to death."

"It does." I replied, keeping my voice level and calm. "'If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just to forgive us our sins. And to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.'"

Golightly made a face. "I am so much more." Golightly snapped. "The universe- it exploded in my mind."

Thunder struck outside.

My hearts pounded.

Wasp in the room- wasp in the room- wasp-

Instead I took a breath, keeping up my understanding smile. For all that I was afraid, I couldn't bring myself to be afraid. I was scared of the bug, not of the man. The lost person without a family. He lost so much at so little, and now his own biology was taking what little he'd gotten himself.

I could not be afraid of a man like that.

Darcy stopped laughing when I said I wanted to hug him

"'Neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither our fears for today nor our worries about tomorrow- not even the powers of hell can separate us from God's love." I countered. "No power in the sky above or in the earth below- indeed, nothing in all creation will ever be able to separate us from the love of God that is revealed in Christ Jesus our Lord'."

"I am a monster. A demon unleashed on Earth." Golightly snapped. His face began to be bathed in pink.

"'Even demons are subject to His name.'" I replied. "'For even demons believe there is only one god, and tremble.'"

"What are you hoping to do with thizz-" Golightly twitched, fighting down a buzz. "I wanted-"

"Yes, what do you want?" I asked. "You, Reverend Arnold Golightly, what do you want?"

"I wanted to take what wazz mine." Golightly snapped.

"And what is yours?" I asked. "What are the insolent humans keeping you from?"

Golightly buzzed. Rain began slapping the windows. I stayed in the moment- it's never mattered more.

"Are they keeping you from your family?" I asked. "Your mom?"

Golightly hissed, slipping into that buzz.

"She would take you back in a heartbeat." I promised him.

Golightly buzzed. "You insolent brat! What's to stop me from-"

I reached into my Bag.

Golightly paused as he saw what I brought out.

==MGCB==

A little while earlier...

The Doctor sat at the table. The seat on his right was empty. On his left, Donna.

"I'm still worried about where Terra's gone." Donna told him.

The Doctor worried too. But Terra asked for him to believe in her, to have a little faith. It called him back to his words in the Pit, fighting off the thing calling itself a devil.

If I believe in one thing, just one thing, I believe in them.

"She said she was going to cook something." The Doctor explained. Donna eyed her next dish warily. "Bake, she might have said bake."

Donna sighed. "That's not much better."

"Oi. She's a great cook." The Doctor defended.

"I'm convinced neither of you have used an oven before." Donna replied. "Or a cooker."

The Doctor looked down at the soup in front of him. He'd used the cooker to poison the soup. Call him petty, but he figured there would be no more fitting punishment than poisoning the wasp.

It- he, gotta use he- tried poisoning Terra. The Doctor was not known for being forgiving if someone hurt his friends. If the pepper worked too well, then that's just a problem solved.

(He was aware he should be more uncomfortable about this.

Terra was scared of the Doctor's reaction, of how the Doctor behaved because of the almost-poisoning. He should be very concerned about his plan. That his very plan confirmed Terra's fears and doubts.

But the Doctor couldn't quite think about that. Not yet.

Besides, it's not like the pepper would actually kill him. The dose was too small.)

"A terrible day for all of us." The Doctor began. He looked out on the table of guests. Something else caught his eye, but he put it aside. "The Professor struck down, Miss Chandrakala taken cruelly from us, and yet we still take dinner."

"We are British, Doctor. What else must we do?" Clemency replied.

The Doctor could admit, she did a great job clearing up her makeup. Losing the Firestone cut her very deeply. "And then someone tried to poison me. And my friend, Lady Terra. Any one of you had the chance to put cyanide in our drinks. But it rather gave me an idea."

"And what would that be?" Roger asked.

"Well, poison." The Doctor replied. Everyone paused, staring down at the soup bowl. "Drink up. I've laced the soup with pepper."

The group relaxed.

"Ah, I thought it was jolly spicy." Curbishley remarked.

The Doctor thought Terra would disagree. This version of her liked things especially spicy- like burning the tongue off a human spicy. The Doctor suspected she was still reeling from their earlier argument, so he didn't begrudge her seeking privacy. Something else niggled at him but the Doctor couldn't pinpoint it. "But the active ingredient of pepper is piperine, traditionally used as an insecticide. So, anyone got the shivers?"

Thunder struck outside. The rain blew the windows open. The candle lights went out, casting the room in darkness.

"What the deuce is that?" Curbishley yelped.

"Listen, listen, listen, listen." The Doctor instructed.

The only sound to be heard came from outside. Rain pelting the window. Not even the sounds of dishware on plates, or people moving. Just...the quiet sound of raining.

"Okay...really expected something." The Doctor admitted.

"Doctor. Where is Terra?" Donna asked.

The Doctor had no answer. He checked in his mind for her, reaching out. 'Terra. Where are you?'

'Oh. Were we late for dinner?' She asked.

She didn't feel like she was in danger...the Doctor knew better than to accept that. Terra had gotten too good at hiding her fear, even from him.

'We?' The Doctor pointed out. Then he checked the room, realizing what he'd missed. 'Golightly.'

'Wow you're smart.' Terra praised.

'Tell me you're not-'

'I have the words now, if you're interested.' Terra replied. 'But can I give them really fast? I'm in the middle of something.'

The Doctor grunted in annoyance. He stood up, glaring at the other attendees. Granted it was dark so none of them could see it, still. The Doctor felt like it. "Nobody move. No, don't! Stay where you are."

He marched towards the door.

'What are you-'

The images hit the Doctor first in a loud burst.

Terra watched Professor Peach leave with the priest.

Golightly's arrival was after 4:15, around 4:20. Terra calculated the time between the library and the garden, seeing that the transformation and the escape would fit perfectly for when Golightly walked out.

Fought schoolboys last Thursday. A priest, fighting and winning against two school boys.

The jewel around Clemency's neck was not of this Earth. Terra knew a lot about Earth gemstones. Terra thought it was an amethyst at first glance but quickly learned her mistake. The Firestone didn't look like any Earth gem. It looked alien.

"With the Lord, no one is ever truly alone." Terra reasoned that as a confirmation at not being alone.

Besides, all the other suspects were ruled out. Golightly was the only remaining choice.

The teddy bear in the room.

A room used for six months then locked up for forty years

Golightly looked forty

Golightly was raised by the Church

He even looked a bit like Clemency

"I've read all six of your books!"

Terra was right. The Doctor was an idiot.

The Doctor started running.

"Doctor!" Donna yelled. "Where are you going?"

"Terra's in danger!" The Doctor shouted.

"Doctor!" Agatha rushed up. She grabbed his arm, making the Doctor stop. "What do you mean? How do you know?"

The Doctor paused. He couldn't explain that he'd gotten a psychic message. "She's figured out who the murderer is and cornered them. Only one other person is absent from this dinner."

Agatha's eyes widened. "Him?"

"She's alone with a murderer." The Doctor stressed. "We can talk about the clues later."

"Yes. Of course." Agatha let go of his arm. "Where would she be?"

The Doctor thought about it. 'Terra where are you?'

Silence.

'TERRA!'

'Having a MOMENT here!'

'Where are you?'

'Sonic me, I don't care!' Then she closed her mind off.

"Terra." The Doctor growled. It always bothered him when she closed her mind off- even for good reason. He just worried. "I don't know."

"The kitchen!" Donna gasped.

"What?" The Doctor asked.

"You said she was baking something, yeah?" Donna explained. "What was she baking? She might still be there!"

"Greeves!" Agatha called out. The butler walked up to the trio. "Lady Terra's order. Did you ever finish it?"

Greeves tilted his head. The Doctor recalled that Terra asked about a separate order from the kitchen- just before the Doctor drank the poison. "Yes. She requested it be brought to the drawing room."

The Doctor clicked his fingers. "To the drawing room! We're got a Vespiform to catch!" He started running towards it, Agatha and Donna on his heels.

"Doctor, stop it. The murderer is as human as you or I." Agatha argued.

The Doctor wanted to pause, consider her words. But Terra was alone with a murderer. The Doctor never wanted her in that situation again.

==MGCB==

The party goers heard that the Doctor was chasing the murderer. Instead of sitting politely and waiting for the Doctor to tell them it was safe, the crowd followed him to the drawing room. They all lumped by the door, squeezing in to try and get a quick sight of the murderer being stopped, for their nightmare to be over.

This was how everyone ended up together again, in the drawing room.

The Doctor stood at the front. He could only stare in confusion. He'd stormed into the room expecting to save Terra from a Vespiform attack. Instead, he found Terra with a sobbing Golightly.

Terra had the priest's head in her lap, him crying against her pink dress. Terra brushed her hand in his hair. She smiled so softly at the priest. The Doctor usually only saw that smile when Terra would be petting Rebel.

In front of Terra and Golightly sat the ordered dish. A large white cake, with icing spelling out 'Happy 40th Birthday'.

"Doctor. What has Terra done now?" Donna asked.

"Caught our killer." The Doctor explained. "And made him a cake."

"Everyone take a seat." Terra invited. She didn't look up from the priest in her lap, barely acknowledging the gathered spectators. "Let's talk about what happened today."

The Doctor took the spot beside her, eyeing the disguised Vespiform carefully. The rest of them took the offered seats.

"Agatha." Terra began. "You sat in the same interviews as me. You saw everything that I did."

Agatha shook her head. "I don't-"

"Yes you did." Terra replied. "Because you're Agatha Christie. The Doctor? He keeps his head in the stars- way up beyond regular people. You and me? We get people, don't we? We understand what they're like. What they need. What could make a grown man into a killer- you understand that, as well as I do. You've lived it all. Their ups, their downs, their happiest day and their darkest. You can help me get the words to the others. You've got the words of power."

Agatha paused. She held her hands in her lap, seeming to deeply consider Terra's words.

The Doctor could only smile at Terra. Here she was, building up others and encouraging them. That's something Terra always did well.

I'm a fairy- I need to be believed in.

How could anyone not, when Terra believed in them more?

"So Golightly did it?" Donna asked. "Really?"

"It can't have been." Clemency shook her head. "He's- He's a priest. He would never."

Golightly hiccuped- the sound coming out like a demented buzzing. Clemency suddenly paled, gawking.

"It can't be." She gasped, hand reaching up to where the Firestone used to rest.

Terra held her arm tighter around the priest.

The Doctor stood up. "Esteemed guests." The group all turned to him. "We've gathered you here on this Endless Night, because we have a murderer in our midst. And when it comes to detection, there's none finer. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you, Agatha Christie." He took a seat on the armrest beside Terra.

Agatha stood up. "This is a crooked house. A house of secrets. To understand the solution, we must examine them all. Starting with you, Miss Redmond."

"But I'm innocent." Robina pointed to the couch. "Your murderer is right there!"

"You've never met these people, and these people have never met you. I think the real Robina Redmond never left London. You're impersonating her." Agatha accused.

Robina laughed. "How silly. What proof do you have?"

"You said you'd been to the toilet." Agatha pointed out.

Donna clapped. "Oh, I know this. If she was really posh, she'd say loo."

Agatha held her hand out. Terra pulled the locksmith case from her Bag. She passed it to the mystery author. "Earlier today, Miss Noble and I found this on the lawn, right beneath your bathroom window. You must have heard that Miss Noble was searching the bedrooms, so you panicked. You ran upstairs and disposed of the evidence."

"I've never seen that thing before in my life." Robina denied.

"What's inside it?" Clemency asked.

"The tools of your trade, Miss Redmond. Or should I say, the Unicorn." Agatha stated. The room took an audible gasp. "You came to this house with one sole intention. To steal the Firestone."

The Doctor glanced at Terra. She smiled. More thoughts popped up in the Doctor's head- Terra's mind open to him again.

The way Robina's eyes scanned the other guests. How they seemed to focus on the necks or wrists before she would meet their eyes.

The loo.

The purse that seemed a bit too heavy- probably a gun or something tucked away, in case of emergency.

The Unicorn dropped her fake voice. A cockney accent flying out of her mouth instead. "Oh, alright then. It's a fair cop. Yes, I'm the bleeding Unicorn." The room gasped again. "Ever so nice to meet you, I don't think. I took my chance in the dark and nabbed it. Go on then, you knobs. Arrest me. Sling me in jail."

"Where's the Firestone?" The Doctor asked.

"I never got to take it!" The Unicorn huffed. "Somebody nabbed it 'fore I had a chance."

"So, is she the murderer?" Donna asked.

"Don't be so thick. I might be a thief, but, well, I ain't no killer." The Unicorn argued.

"But who has stolen the Firestone?" Clemency asked.

Agatha glanced at Terra. Terra smiled. She reached in her Bag once again. She pulled out a golden necklace with a large purple stone in the center.

Clemency gasped. "When did you-"

"Lady Terra offered you comfort after the death of Chandrakla." Agatha answered. "She took the necklace from you then. Why?"

"The stone looked shiny." Terra answered. "Like stars."

"There are darker motives at work." Agatha reminded them all. "And in examining this household, we come to you, Colonel."

"Damn it, woman." Curbishley snapped. "You with your perspicacity. You've rumbled me." He stood up from his wheelchair.

"Hugh, you can walk. But why?" Clemency asked.

"My darling, how else could I be certain of keeping you by my side?" Curbishley replied.

Clemency shook her head. "I don't understand."

"You're still a beautiful woman, Clemency. Sooner or later some chap will turn your head. I couldn't bear that." Curbishley admitted. "Staying in the chair was the only way I could be certain of keeping you. Confound it, Mrs Christie, how did you discover the truth?"

Agatha blinked. "Er, actually I had no idea. I was just going to say you're completely innocent."

Curbishley blinked back. "Oh. Oh."

"Sorry." Agatha apologized.

"Your shoe is worn." Terra answered. Curbishley turned to her.

Another memory from Terra found itself in the Doctor's mind. "Your shoe is worn on the sole of it. The kind of wear and tear that only comes from use. Terra noticed it earlier during your interview."

Curbishley hummed. Terra smiled widely. "Well. Well, shall I sit down then?"

"I think you better had." Agatha suggested.

Curbishley sat himself down.

"So he's not the murderer." Donna added.

"Indeed, not. To find the truth, let's return to this." Agatha nodded to the Firestone in Terra's hand. She reached out her hand for it. Golightly hissed- coming out a buzz near the end. Terra kept the Firestone close. "Far more than the Unicorn's object of desire. The Firestone has quite a history. Lady Eddison."

Clemency had her gaze narrowed on the priest in Terra's lap. The attention being brought back to her startled her. She raised her nose. "I've done nothing."

"You brought it back from India, did you not? Before you met the Colonel." Agatha reminded everyone in the room. "You came home with malaria, and confined yourself to this house for six months, in a room that has been kept locked ever since, which I rather think means-"

"Stop, please."

"I'm so sorry. But you had fallen pregnant in India." Agatha explained. The room reeled back. Roger in particular reeling, staring at Golightly with a new emotion. An angry emotion, the Doctor noted. "Unmarried and ashamed, you hurried back to England with your confidante, a young maid later to become housekeeper. Miss Chandrakala."

"Clemency, is this true?" Curbishley asked.

"Mother. Say it isn't." Roger asked.

Clemency pulled out a handkerchief, dabbing at her eyes. She and Golightly cried just the same. "My poor baby. I had to give him away. The shame of it."

"But you never said a word." Curbishley pointed out.

"I have a brother?" Roger glared at the man.

"I had no choice. Imagine the scandal." Clemency replied. Terra started brushing on Golightly's hair. "The family name. I'm British. I carry on."

"You kept a bear in his room." Terra revealed. She reached for her Bag. "A bear for the baby." She pulled out the bear. The one from upstairs, previously left on the bed.

"World class thief, and Terra's the only one with stolen goods." Donna snorted.

Terra tilted her head. "I wasn't gonna keep it. It didn't belong to me."

"Neither did my mother's necklace." Roger scolded.

Terra giggled. "They belonged to the same person." She lowered the bear to Golightly. "Because the stone was shiny."

"It was no ordinary pregnancy." The Doctor stated.

"How can you know that?" Clemency asked.

"Excuse me Agatha, this is my territory." The Doctor turned towards the lady. "Golightly buzzed just a moment ago, you said, it can't be. Why did you say that?"

Clemency shook her head. "You'd never believe it."

"The Doctor has opened my mind to believe many things." Agatha replied.

Clemency glanced at the priest. Said priest met Clemency's stare, eyes still wet. Terra held his arm reassuringly. "It was forty years ago, in the heat of Delhi, late one night. I was alone, and that's when I saw it. A dazzling light in the sky. The next day, he came to the house. Christopher, the most handsome man I'd ever seen. Our love blazed like a wildfire. I held nothing back. And in return he showed me the incredible truth about himself. He'd made himself human, to learn about us. This was his true shape. I loved him so much, it didn't matter. But he was stolen from me. 1885, the year of the great monsoon. The river Jumna rose up and broke its banks. He was Taken At The Flood. But Christopher left me a parting gift. A jewel like no other. I wore it always. Part of me never forgot. I kept it close, always."

"Just like a man. Flashes his family jewels and you end up with a bun in the oven." The Unicorn scoffed.

Golightly shifted again. He sat up on the couch. Terra let him go, slipping the bear in his arms but not the Firestone.

"A poor little child. Forty years ago, Miss Chandrakala took that newborn babe to an orphanage." Agatha explained. "But Professor Peach worked it out. He found the birth certificate."

Donna sat up, excitedly. "Oh, that's maiden. Maiden name."

"Yeah!" Terra cheered.

"So she killed him?" Donna asked.

"No!" Terra slumped against the couch. "We're having a chat later. It's Golightly, remember?"

"But he said she did it."

"No he didn't."

"Miss Chandrakala feared that the Professor had unearthed your secret. She was coming to warn you." Agatha explained to Lady Eddison.

"So she killed her."

"Nope."

"Lady Eddison is innocent. Because at this point, Doctor." Agatha opened the floor to him again.

"Thank you. At this point, when we consider the lies and the secrets, and the key to these events, then we have to consider it was you, Donna Noble." The Doctor explained.

Donna reeled back. She eyed the Doctor. "What? Who did I kill?"

"Nobody!" Terra assured. "You just said the right words."

"What words?" Donna asked.

"The vital clue. This whole thing is being acted out like a murder mystery, which means it was you, Agatha Christie." The Doctor explained.

Agatha eyed the Doctor now. "I beg your pardon, sir?"

"So she killed them?" Donna asked, hesitant to believe it.

"No. But she wrote. She wrote those brilliant, clever books. And who's her greatest admirer?" The Doctor held up a finger, pointing it towards the lady of the house. "The Moving Finger points at you, Lady Eddison."

'Hey. I already did the moving finger.' Terra pouted.

The Doctor paused, then nodded. 'So you did.'

Clemency shook her head. "Don't. Leave me alone."

"So she did kill them and blamed it on the priest." Donna reasoned.

"By liking Agatha Christie, she would commit the murders like Agatha Christie?" Terra asked.

"Well you both said the killer liked her!" Donna reminded them.

"No. But just think." The Doctor interrupted. He turned to Clemency again. "Last Thursday night, what were you doing?"

"I was- I was in the library." Clemency explained. "I was reading my favorite Agatha Christie, thinking about her plots, and how clever she must be. How is that relevant?"

"Just think. What else happened on Thursday night? Terra?" The Doctor asked.

"A priest beat up two young men." Terra reported.

Everyone glared towards the priest. He buzzed. Terra reached in her bag, pulling out a fork and knife. She knelt by the table.

"Y'all talked about it- that two ruffians broke in and the good father Golightly fended them off." Terra cut into the cake.

"That'zzz-" Golightly winced. He squeezed his hand, wringing his fingers. "They did. I discovered the two of them. Thieves in the night. I was most perturbed. But I apprehended them."

"Nobody else thought it was weird." Terra reminded them. Whoever brought her cake brought along plates. She put a slice of cake on a plate, lowering the fork on it. "That a forty year old priest could attack two young men whi were probably gearing up for a fight. But I did."

She handed the plate to the priest. He accepted the slice, and fork.

"But that wasn't enough for me to prove murder." Terra began. "We've had lots of investigations where aliens were around, but just as innocent bystanders to a human crime. So I looked around. All the others were innocent, which didn't help your case."

"How did you know?" Donna asked. "That they didn't do it?"

Terra blinked, meeting Donna's stare with a curious confused face. 'Doctor. Doctor could you?'

'I think you have the words this time.' The Doctor assured her. 'Go on. You can do it.'

'No I-'

'I believe it.' The Doctor offered.

Terra paused. Slowly, she started cutting another slice of cake.

"It wasn't obvious from the start?" Terra asked. She spoke slowly and hesitantly, expecting to be interrupted. Some humans started to- the Doctor glared to quiet them. "From the first murder, the only person we saw with Peach was Golightly. I mean, we saw him at the party after, but at the time it was only him. He even told us where the body was. Most think that cause he reported it, it can' the him, but I always look into those people first. Then of all the others, he was the only one with the weakest alibi."

"Everyone was alone." Agatha reminded Terra.

"Roger was off with someone, but not committing murder. He was embarrassed at being asked- I wouldn't feel bad, you hid it really well." Terra explained while cutting more cake.

Roger shifted in his seat, and Davenport stood straighter.

Terra started handing out the cake to the humans.

"Robina was obviously a thief- worked too hard to blend in, to hide in the shadows, and was visibly annoyed when the Firestone was stolen. Curbishley was reading, but it wasn't military memoirs by his dilated pupils and breathing rate. Clemency removed alcohol from her breath- but Carl and I did that all the time so I know what it smells like. We were introduced to Golightly talking about how he beat up two young thugs."

When explained that way, it did seem obvious. The Doctor was glad Terra could share her findings with people.

The Doctor and Agatha exchanged a look. The Doctor thought Terra's reasoning was sound. Looking back, the Doctor could see the signs Terra saw. All of them were clearly lying, the Doctor knew that even then, but he just couldn't spot the truth. Terra saw that truth, then assumed the Doctor had noticed as well. Terra just...carried on. Not saying any of it.

The Doctor could hardly blame her. Sure, maybe if Terra shared that information sooner, they could have stopped it. The Doctor didn't believe as such. Humans weren't as fast as Terra. Like with Donna and Pompeii- warning people of an upcoming tragedy without proper proof made you look like a soothsayer. Terra's logic was always sound, to the Doctor. Humans would be quick to judge her for it.

Martha had often been quick to judge Terra for it.

The Doctor thought he'd been getting better at noticing things to do with Terra. Apparently he'd just gotten worse.

"Then Donna found the room upstairs. With an unused teddy bear." Terra explained. "From forty years of disuse. Forty years exactly." She held up a slice of cake. She handed it to the Doctor. "Then I realized we owed a priest a birthday cake. Well forty, but it's best to start small."

Clemency sobbed. Her cake plate fell on the table with a clatter. "Oh, my God."

"Is the cake not to your tastes?" Terra asked. "It's a honey cake. I know those are bees, but wasps like honey too. I thought if your son likes it, you might like it too."

"Your child has come home." The Doctor told Clemency.

"I thought she spoke poppycock." Golightly admitted. He stared at his uneaten slice of cake and the bear Terra repeatedly placed in his arms. "But Terra...she approached me before dinner, asked me to help her pray over the food. She confessed she knew of my...my..."

"He just got angry." Terra explained. "Catholics are very good at keeping their feelings down. Until last Thursday, when two boys broke into the church. He was upset. Who wouldn't be? His home was attacked. "

"My son. Can it be?" Clemency sobbed.

"Not just upset, but angry." The Doctor explained. "A proper, deep anger, for the first time in your life, and it broke the genetic lock. You changed."

Golightly swallowed. The Doctor heard no buzzing but kept his guard up.

"You realized your inheritance. After all these years, you knew who you were." The Doctor explained to the captivated audience. "Oh, and then it all kicks off, because that isn't just a jewel. It's a Vespiform telepathic recorder. It's part of you, your brain, your very essence. And when you activated, so did the Firestone. It beamed your full identity directly into your mind. And, at the same time, it absorbed the works of Agatha Christie directly from Lady Eddison. It all became part of you. The mechanics of those novels formed a template in your brain. You've killed in this pattern, because that's what you think the world is. It turns out, we are in the middle of a murder mystery. One of yours, Dame Agatha."

Agatha blinked. "Dame?"

The Doctor grimaced. "Oh. Sorry, not yet."

"So he killed them, yes? Definitely?" Donna asked.

"I said that ten minutes ago." Terra reminded her.

"You made him cake?" Roger snapped.

"I shared it too!" Terra excused.

"This is all very entertaining, but let's stop fooling ourselves." Roger scolded. "Really, Mother, you can't believe this!"

But Clemency only had eyes for Golightly. Big, watery eyes. "Oh, my dear God. My child."

Golightly's hand tensed. If it happened to be the one holding a bear, then what of it?

"Forgive me." Clemency begged.

"Mother, enough!" Roger stood up, glaring at the Doctor and Terra. "Shame on you for this- this theatre! For twisting about my mother's heart. Even if that man is her child, he still committed murder on our soil!"

Curbishley rolled forward, taking his wife's arm. Clemency still reached out for her long lost boy. "No, no, Clemency, come back. Keep away. Keep away, my darling."

Golightly buzzed.

Terra stood up from the couch. The Doctor took her side, ready to pull her out of danger.

Golightly buzzing got louder and louder. His body flashed, pink and with steam. A wasp appeared where the priest had been.

"Terra!" Agatha called out. "The necklace!"

Terra shook her head.

'Terra.' The Doctor began. A pit showed up in his stomach. 'What are you planning?'

She stepped away from him. Terra held up the Firestone, letting the purple gem shine off the candlelight.

The wasp snarled in her direction.

"You want it?" Terra asked. She tucked it into her pocket. "Come and get it!"

==MGCB==

It worked

For a whole minute, it worked

I ran out from the drawing room. Golightly roared behind me. Wait, was it? Could I call what just happened a roar? Could insects even roar? Well that one can.

The Doctor and Donna chased after me. It gave me a lot more faith in myself to run. I looked over my shoulder to see how close Golightly was getting, only to see Agatha running too.

That's right.

She was gonna lose her memory.

Ah fuck, hope I don't have to help with that

Also hope that I don't cause it.

"Well! Now it's chasing us!" Donna called out.

I ran outside. Approaching a random car, I jumped in the front.

"Stupid cars." I searched for the keys, finding them in a compartment. "Too slow- can't outrun a flying bug."

The car sputtered to life. Definitely not a roar- a car this old could never hope to roar. It would barely keep me out pacing Golightly.

The door exploded. I looked over to see the wood falling to the ground. The Doctor, Donna, and Agatha were running too.

I put the car in drive.

"COME AND GET ME!" I yelled. "I'VE STILL GOT YOUR NECKLACE!"

"TERRA WHAT ARE YOU DOING!" The Doctor shouted.

"MY JOB!" I yelled back.

"TERRA!" The Doctor yelled.

"ES-CAP-AY!" I shouted. The car peeled out from the driveway. Parkway? It didn't matter.

The wasp gave chase.

==MGCB==

These cars really couldn't go that fast. But? I was making it work.

'Terra what's your plan here?!' The Doctor shouted at me.

The car swerved. My whole body jolted at the shout. "Nope! Not when I'm driving, thanks!"

'You can't keep driving! We need a way to stop it- him!'

'I have an idea! Agatha's car was found near a lake, yeah?'

'If you drive into that lake Terra-'

'Can't talk and drive! Did you forget that's illegal?' I replied. 'Faith trust and pixie dust!' I made a turn on the road.

A sharp turn.

Sharper than intended.

The car nearly drove off the road. I worked fast to get it back on the dirt path.

"Fucking 20's cars!" I grumbled. "Can't turn for shit."

A sign for the lake appeared up ahead. I gladly went along with it. My destination was up ahead on the left.

Always with the turn fucking left...

'Are you controlling i- him?'

I shook my head. There was just one goal in mind. Him yelling wouldn't help me.

As I finally approached the lake, the car pulled off to the side. I jumped out to run to the riverbank.

Golightly flew after me.

I spun around. Even in the dark, the moonlight helped me spot him. That and the bright purple glow of the Firestone necklace.

The wasp roared.

I roared right back.

The other car pulled over. The Doctor leapt out, dashing right for me.

Donna followed behind him. "She's controlling it."

"It shouldn't make sense." The Doctor replied. "But...Terra is a telepath. She could make it work."

"I dealt with the human mind for almost 200 hundreds." I reminded him. "He's still human where it counts. Even if not, it's been linked with the most human author I've ever met."

The wasp reared back. His stinger at the ready.

The Doctor stepped forward, protecting me. "Don't hurt her!"

"He won't." I stated.

"You're not meant to be like this!" The Doctor warned. The wasp floated down to the ground, wing twitching. "You've got the wrong template in your mind."

"It's not listening to you." Donna gasped. She reached for me.

I dodged, clutching the necklace to my chest. It hit my own necklace. I would die before letting someone take it.

"Donna!" I scolded. "No! Nonono!"

Donna reeled back. "Oi! It's trying to kill you!"

"People do that all the time!" I argued.

The wasp began to glow pink. I squeezed the necklace again.

"Besides, he's all better now." I explained. "I helped make sure he has a proper template up there. I've been slowly working at it ever since I first stole it."

"It just went on a bloody rampage trying to kill you!" Donna reminded me.

"Because people dragged away his mom! Any little boy would be upset about something happening to his mom." I argued. "So I decided the best solution would be to let him tire himself out, then we drive him back. Not that we kill him!"

"That thing can't help itself. Him. Himself." The Doctor corrected as I glared at him.

I walked towards the priest, him kneeling in the dirt. The Doctor reached for my shoulder. I feared what he would say next.

"You...you've got this." He assured me.

It...felt good.

"Justice is served." Agatha stated. "Not with mire death, but with mercy."

I knelt at the priest's side. He shuddered on the dirt, twitching and flinching as the transformation finished.

The Firestone glowed in my hand.

"Your mind is gonna be scrambled, still." I admitted. "But no more than an average human after a bender. A day's rest, maybe some tea, you'll be right as...well maybe not rain...you'll be right as the opposite of left."

Golightly sighed, shaking again. "I- I am not-"

"Nothing can or will separate. Remember?" I reminded him. Golightly wilted. "Thatta boy."

"Murder at the Vicar's rage. Needs a bit of work." The Doctor remarked.

"Just two more mysteries left, Doctor, and Terra. Who exactly are you?" Agatha asked.

"I'll tell you on one condition." I offered.

==MGCB==

Golightly walked up to Clemench. Curbishley, still in his wheelchair, tried stopping her. Clemency kept walking.

She held out her hands.

Golightly fell into them.

The Doctor and I watched, smiling.

==MGCB==

Agatha stared at the Harrogate hotel. "What is this?"

"You know when you're asked what your favorite book is, and you forget every book you've ever read?" I asked, recalling Martha.

Agatha turned from the hotel.

"I made you a fake ID. You're Teresa Neele." I held up the psychic paper, letting her see it. The hotel staff bought it when I made the reservation for her stay. "Sorry. I literally forgot every other name in existence."

Agatha looked back at the hotel. "Why are you doing this?"

"Because you have to be here." I explained. "Cause Agatha Christie, you need time. Time for you, and yours."

"But...why?" Agatha asked. "I did nothing. My works inspired an actual murderer."

"No. It inspired his mom." I replied. "And you'll inspire a lot more. But here's the thing: you need to go. Be someone else for a week, even just one week. It'll change you for the better."

Agatha looked at the hotel again. "I don't know how."

I held up my hand. "I could help?"

==MGCB==

We grouped back together inside the TARDIS.

"No one'll ever know." The Doctor replied.

"Lady Eddison, the Colonel, Roger, and all the staff. What about them?" Donna asked.

"Shameful story." The Doctor shook his head. "They'd never talk about it. Too British. While the Unicorn does a bunk back to London town. She can never even say she was there."

"She wasn't a real unicorn. Pfft." I scoffed, disgusted.

"And Golightly?" Donna asked.

"He's already given himself to priesthood. Realizing he was a wasp didn't change that." I answered.

"But he's an alien." Donna reminded me.

"There are weirder families." I countered.

"What happens to Agatha?" Donna asked. "She was supposed to forget."

"She did." I admitted. I walked to the pilot seat, hopping into it. "She asked us to take it away."

Donna gawked. "Really? Who would want to forget you?"

"Sometimes, we're too much for some people." The Doctor explained. "Agatha goes on to live a great life. Met another man, married again. Saw the world. Wrote and wrote and wrote."

"She never thought her books were any good, though." Donna reminded us. "And she must have spent all those years wondering."

The Doctor showed Donna otherwise. He pulled out a box labeled 'C'.

"The thing is, I don't think Terra gave her a full wipe." The Doctor explained.

"It wouldn't be right." I admitted. "I just made the memories quiet."

The Doctor smiled. "Great mind like that, some of the details kept bleeding through. All the stuff her imagination could use. Like, Miss Marple."

Donna sighed. "I should have made her sign a contract." Donna

The Doctor slapped the top of the crate. "C. That is C for Cybermen, C for Carrionites-"

"We need to talk about your filing system." I told him.

"We'll get to it." The Doctor dismissed. "-and Christie, Agatha. Look at that." He pulled out a paperback copy of Death in the Clouds. A wasp featured as the cover art.

Donna smiled. "She did remember."

"Somewhere in the back of her mind, it all lingered." The Doctor replied. He opened the book to a specific page, handing it to Donna. "And that's not all. Look at the copyright page."

Donna took the book. "Facsimile edition, published in the year...five billion!?"

"People never stop reading them. She is the best-selling novelist of all time." The Doctor explained.

Donna shook her head. "But she never knew."

"Does anyone know their legacy?" I asked. "Humans never know the impact of their life. All they can do is hope for the best. Agatha kept writing, for years and years."

"Maybe that's what kept her writing. Same thing keeps me traveling." The Doctor admitted. He grinned at us both. "Onwards?"

"Onwards." I repeated, turning to Donna.

Donna smiled with us. "Onwards."

The Doctor stood up. He started flipping switches and levers. I started closing up the crate, packing all the other objects away.

"Meeting Agatha Christie was a great almost birthday present."

"A good what?"

==MGCB==

AN: The Doctor gets angry finding out Terra's drink was poisoned, triggers a panic attack in Terra about the Master and Mr Spencer (her dad in the original reality). Terra becomes almost nonverbal. If this sounds okay, feel free to read it. If not, please DNI.

(Also if I missed a thing in warnings, please let me know!)

So…I took July/August off. Things got crazy for me, so I stopped writing for a bit. My headspace was not up for writing. Or anything, really. It was just really bad. You can probably find the point in the chapter where I got really bad but kept writing anyway.

It should be normal now. I'm not gonna promise it is, but I am trying. The next chapter will be a light hearted birthday party (with, like, a little hurt/comfort) for Terra. I've ruined all the others. Let's have a fucking party.

(Also saw Candyman and it really helped me remember to write a story with a giant fucking wasp in it)

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