I liked Happy.

Correction. I liked Happy when he did what I said.

I'd been back in this reality for a week now. It had been a good week. Well a better week than back Home. I had gotten a lot of work done. This included an upgrade to my Night Mistress suit, which was needed practically every time I came back to this reality.

Running SI wasn't that different than my job back at the Centre. At least this place didn't have my stupid assistant, trying to take the fun out of everything.

Pepper was nicer than that. She wouldn't force me to work rather than risk mental health. She was nice.

My assistant back Home was a horror. Her name was Tracy Strauss and I hated her. Of course, my usual assistant in this world had died...

Forgetting that. Back to work.

The paperwork was a bunch of nonsense anyway, in both realities. I was getting them done in half the time, with half the effort. The other half of that effort was spent ignoring Happy.

"You know, you're not my bodyguard." The words came out of my mouth, they might as well have been the musings of a madwoman for all the attention Happy paid to them.

Ever since the events of Iron Man 2 ended, Happy had been on my back. Maybe because he was worried I couldn't defend myself, or maybe it was because Tony told him to stick to me like syrup on a pancake. I didn't know which one annoyed me more.

It was getting restricting. I felt like I couldn't breath with Happy hanging around.

"Happy." I warned.

"Your father said to watch you." Happy reminded, dutifully.

Which made it easy for me to decide what I was annoyed by.

"He also said boarding school is like Hogwarts. Let's not take his word as gospel." I replied easily. "You can leave. I won't tell on you."

To his credit, Happy didn't flinch. He stood firm by the door.

Well he'd gone up against pre-Iron Man Tony Stark. There wasn't much I could do that Tony hadn't tried.

"Will you at least stay on the other side of the door?" I asked, hoping I sounded so desperate that Happy would concede.

The head of security shook his head.

'Time to pull the Afghanistan card.' "I can't work with people watching me." I stated. "It's too much like- like what happened last summer."

Happy's expression faltered.

"I know you don't mean it like that. But it's freaking me out." My voice shook for added measure. "This work needs to get done. Please leave before my brain explodes."

It's not like it wasn't true. I didn't want people to watch me work. Happy himself admitted he was watching me for Tony. He was going to report everything I did to Tony. I didn't like knowing that someone else would know my every move. It made me feel watched and the last guy that watched me like that-

"She makes really quick cuts. Now, wanna play a game?" Dominic tried shaking his head. "It's called 'How Many Cuts Can Knifey Make In The Hour You Can't Move'. I think a hundred. What about you?"

-didn't end up happy.

"Becky, look-"

"I'm not asking anymore." I warned. That sounded like a proper Mom voice.

This was going to become an actual panic attack. The reminder of Dominic, plus the fact that I used Stark Tech on him wasn't helping calm me down. I needed to be alone.

The message got through to Happy. He walked to the door to the office. "I'll check in."

"Whatever."

"Fifteen, ten minutes."

"Better be twenty."

"I'll check in."

"Door!"

The door finally closed with Happy on the other side.

I took a deep breath of relief.

For a full minute there was quiet. I took the time to breathe, to push away the pain before it could overtake me.

My quiet time was interrupted by a loud ringing. It was an annoying ringtone telling the texter to shut the fuck up. To my credit I didn't jump. Instead I growled. I knew who was assigned that ringtone.

Forcing myself to contain myself, I answered it.

"What do you want?" I snapped into the phone.

"Why are you Traveling right now?" Came the voice of my terrible assistant from my reality.

"Because I had fucking work to do, and you were disrupting my thought process." I snapped.

"By telling you to do your job?" Tracy asked. "You are needed here."

"And I'm telling you, Tracy, I'm not going back Home just so I can do the paperwork there. I'd rather do paperwork here."

"It's not just paperwork. There are important meetings-"

"I'm getting my work done, extra work done, and also playing Pioneerville on Facebook."

"...you play Pioneerville?"

"They let you have babies on that one for just some cabbages and baby bottles." I defended myself. Signing a SI document, I pushed it aside for a Traveler document. "They're cute."

"You play a game so you can make babies?"

Oh poor sweet summer child. She walked right into it.

"Would you rather I use other methods to make babies?" I teased.

Tracy huffed in disgust. "Just- you have a meeting soon. Get all the work done before you come back."

"The paperwork or the babies? Because one of them is going to take longer than the other, and it's not the baby- hello?"

With a giddy smile, I clapped the phone shut.

That took off some stress. Annoying Tracy to the point of her hanging up always did. Sometimes it felt like having Darcy...back...

After another deep breath I went to the paperwork. I turned on music too. It would cover up the growing thoughts about Darcy from my head.

I was finishing up more paperwork when it happened.

Something inside me...something was tugging on something in my chest. My heart...it hurt so bad.

There was just enough time to grab my Bag before the pain consumed me.

==L==

I hate my life.

Really, really hate it.

Especially because when I woke up after being taken away by a bright light, my first thought wasn't on my abductors, or that I should activate the suit, how I was going to get out. My first thought was that I needed to think up a witty comeback.

That's not usually what people think when being abducted.

This had happened to me so many times, however, that I was well used to it.

What I wasn't used to was the place I had been moved. The room was dark- darker than dark. No windows to let in light. The only light around was the glow of torches, and the ring of fire around me.

Standing up, I twirled the bo staff in hand. Taking a defensive stance I tried to search the darkness for any signs of a presence. Any presence. The Night Mistress suit- upgrade 2- was coming up over me in preparation for any foes.

But it wasn't a foe that walked out from the shadows into the firelight.

It was a foe that invoked my name into this place.

Before me stood the ever evasive River Song.

River Song

'That bitch.' I thought to myself.

"Morgan." She spoke. She stepped into the firelight. Her golden hair was curling every which way, the fire behind it making it look like a halo. "You won't want to step out of that."

Reaching out with my senses, I could feel I was still in the MCU. So I hadn't been moved between realities. That was good. One more power I could say I didn't have. If I was still in the MCU, then River hadn't summoned me from it. That meant I was still in it, and so was she. Somehow, River was here. In my space. In my little MCU world.

Just like last time.

That's- that's not-

"Why?" I asked her.

I looked down at the flaming circle. The flames had started to fall away so I could see the detailing. There was a lot of sigils here. Some I recognized, some I didn't. Most often I saw sigils for a summoning circle from Supernatural- when summoning being of a higher power, not Crossroad demons. That's good. I don't want to deal with any Crossroad demons today. One sigil stood out, one painted at my back.

"Is that my cutiemark?"

Drawn in red, burning in flames, was the outline of a book with a jumprope around it. That wasn't typical for summoning circles.

"Along with your star sign." River admitted, her tone lacking any of the usual teasing. This was a serious River Song. Not too often I saw that in my interactions with her. At least, not until the end.

"Funny. Thought that was just my name." I mused.

"You told me it was the best method to contact you if I didn't want the Doctor as well." River reported. She stepped closer. The flames lowered with each approaching step. "Most people give a phone number."

"Maybe I don't like having a lot of contacts." I countered. Twirling the staff, I stomped it on the ground before me.

"Most people don't give instructions for a summoning circle." River countered right back.

The fire was reflecting in her eyes, chilled in the deep blues. I met that freezing look, giving back one of fueled flames.

"I'm getting a note judgement." I noted. 'Also getting that she's not in her usual garb. This dress is a deeper purple than I've ever seen on you. There's a green coverlet. You almost look like you've dressed for the times of the Ancient Greeks. Or another form of ancient nobility that's canon for MCU-'

But I couldn't give myself hope like that.

'Picnic at Asgard. Have you done that yet? Either of them?'

"I should hope it's more than a note." River replied, snippy.

"Let me out of the circle, River Song." I commanded. There was no point in wasting time with this back-and-forth we were doing. There was work to ignore. People to avoid.

"The circle is meant to contain you." River cautioned. "It's a miracle you can even move in it."

"When has THAT ever worked for you?" I snapped, hissing out my words at the archeologist.

Was she even one yet?

Or was she still at Luna University?

Has she done anything with us yet?

Has she tried to kill Hitler?

Has she fought Angels?

Has she done the Pandorica?

How young are you right now, Melody Pond?

River squared her shoulders back. She always looked intimidating in this incarnation, always on the edge to kill someone, always ready to strike that final blow. "It'll work for what I need."

"And what is it that the great River Song wants from me?" I asked, giving her a too dramatic bow, using the bo staff to keep from bending too far. "You know my entire existence is to serve at your discretion. Certainly there's nothing I want."

River rolled her eyes, disgusted. "Stop it."

"Stop what, my supreme overlord?" I replied, giving my voice a tone of devotion.

"I said stop it." River snapped. "I need you to answer me."

"Ask and it shall be your's. This is how genies work." I mocked.

River ground her teeth. She hissed her words, clenching her teeth so tight I'm surprised they didn't crack. "Why am I here?"

"I don't know, why are any-"

"Why did you send me here?!"

"Perhaps you missed the circle I'm standing in that you painted to bring me here." I pointed at the circle of flames still around me. "You know you didn't have to set it on fire-"

River yelled. "You sent me here! I know you did- you said as much! Now I'm stuck here in bloody Asgard, and I can't go back to my reality, and you won't tell me why! All I had was a book and a date, telling me when to call you so the timelines would match up. That's what you gave to me. What you left out was the answer for why I am here!"

I eyed the Time Lady cautiously. She always revealed too much when angry, just like the Mels of old. Just her luck that I was here. Ready to set off all her old anger-triggers again.

Just like she set off all of mine.

"Let me out."

"You want the truth?"

"For once!" River ordered.

"The full truth?"

"Yes! Right now!"

"Watch your tongue, River Song. Eventually I'll be out of this circle. Do you want to be on my bad side when that happens?" I warned her.

River clamped her lips shut. Still, her eyes were glaring coldly at me. Her fists kept clenching at her side, fighting the urge to lash out at me.

She still has so much of Mels

But she answers to River Song.

Oh she is young indeed.

"If I give you the truth, you'll let me out?"

"The full truth!" River prompted. "Not of your half-truths. The full truth, Morgan."

"Then I will demand to be released." I bargained, holding up my hand.

Though I'm loving the theme of summonings and implications of Crossroad demons, I'm not kissing River Song.

RIP to the Doctor, but I'm different.

River reached over the flames to take my hand. "Yes, yes. You'll be let out. Just tell me." She took her hand back. "Always so dramatic."

I smiled widely.

"The full truth of why I sent you here...is because you told me I did."

River closed her eyes. "...you bitch."

Solemnly, I nodded. "I know."

River went back the way she came. "Just go." She asked, tiredly.

I focused on the teleportation power.

Nothing.

My eyes widened. "Break the circle."

River sure me, confused. "Can't you-"

"Break. It."

River rushed to do it. She lifted up a fire extinguisher- where the hell had she hidden that- before blowing it out on the fire. Once the fire was out, she dragged her boot along the paint. It scratched off.

I tried again.

Nothing.

Nothing.

Error.

Error.

Nothing!

"Fuck!" I yelled.

"What's wrong?" River asked, concerned.

"I can't teleport back!" I yelled. "You gotta send me back!"

"What!?" River yelled, jumping back. "I don't know how! You only told me how to summon you- you never said-"

"You summoned a thing without having a way to banish it back?! Hasn't Future Me taught you better!" I smacked River's face.

River's head pushed to the side, her body going with it. Ah- she'd been surprised. "You know I'm not a good student!"

"Ugh I know you're not!" I whined. Stomping my foot, I swore again. "I'm stuck here. Stuck in-"

"Asgard." River supplied.

Unnecessary.

"-with you."

==L==

AN: Thanks to everyone who's following it! River and Morgan are always fun to write together- particularly when they argue!

For those that care, these events are taking place for Morgan after the events of The Day My Life Ended. Meaning: Darcy has just died. She's having a bad time.

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