I've decided to start thanking people for their reviews here. Mainly because I want to reply to a few of them. Secondarily because they deserve the thanks. Lastly because I absolutely am a review-whore and they make me feel all fuzzy and warm inside.

Thank you Lady R. Joseph, any guests, Cinnybun, HannaHPandDWfanJones, Alikai, woundedowl, arrvark, TardisGhost, Alvia the Ginger, Pfannkuchen07, Lil'Sparrow7, and torflon for reviewing the story, and thank you arrvark, Alikai, Lil'Sparrow7, and woundedowl for reviewing the last chapter.

To woundedowl's review, thank you so much, I'm really glad you like the realism. ^-^' It is all about searching for it, hahaha… Ha… Not a good joke? Okay. All hail.

To arrvark's review, I read the review so many times over. I feel so happy that you like it! … I also am terrified now that you might not like the Weeping Nebula, haha, I mean there's no reason not to, it's a great story, but o.o what if, you know?

(I'd just like to say that the document I'm writing this on has a URL with GOD in all caps, so Sexy is on this story's side! :D)

~Enjoy the story everyone!~

"Good lord!" Charles exclaimed for the nth time, waking me up. I blinked, yawning as I looked at the screen. Oh, it was at the barbed-wire death in movie two. Yeah that one was a bit graphic.

Moving off of my comfortable pillow, I almost laugh in shock as the Doctor pulls me back to his side, in the midst of his own dream. Oops, I fell asleep on him. It's odd, I mean I'd not expect him to wake me, if I fell asleep on him and used him as a pillow, but I at least thought he'd move me. I wonder if he fell asleep at the same time? I paused, thinking about it. I'd best move away, then, or he'd never want to watch movies with me again. I really, really wanted movie day with Charles, Adam, and the Doctor to last forever. It was such a great day.

I slowly slipped away from the Doctor, successfully managing to replace myself with a body pillow that Sexy helpfully provided at the start of the movie, all hail.

"Ooh!" Adam winced, and I glanced back to see that the next death was already on screen. Huh. As a kid I remembered the movies being longer.

"Charles, is there any popcorn left?" I asked quietly, looking at Charles, who was holding a giant bowl. He glanced down.

"I'm afraid not, my dear," He replied, eyes already back on the screen.

I grinned, "That's fine, I'll go make some more," I stood up, taking the bowls, which Charles had kindly stacked once the first one was empty, and strided off, absently covering the three with a blanket as I passed. Charles and Adam tucked the blanket around themselves and I made sure the Doctor was covered too before I left.

I wandered the hallways peacefully, wondering if I should make one batch of Kettle or not. So far there's only been Butter and Salt batches made… I could do Caramel… But Kettle was my favorite… Hm. The Doctor and Adam say they don't like Kettle Corn, so I'll just make a small bowl for Charles to try and then make Caramel and Cheddar this time. If they didn't like either one I'd have to remake the batch when the movie ended, I mused with a shrug. Worth it. Charles needs to find out his favorite flavor of popcorn before he returns, and he might as well do it today.

I stretched in the kitchen as the microwaves did their thing, wincing as my chest cracked uncomfortably. Ah, I'd been slouching too much again, that fucking hurt.

About a minute passed when the Doctor walked in, observing the half-full bowls as the other halves cooked in the microwave.

"Cheddar and… White," He mused aloud after looking at the two bowls.

"Cheddar and Caramel. The caramel is currently heating up, though. What's up? Not enjoy the movie?" I wondered as I observed my TARDIS pendant. It even had the little paper! It was so adorable.

"Ah, domestics. Not really my thing," The Doctor waved off as he leaned against the counter next to me, "So… Final Destination."

"Mhm."

"You think that the universe is treatin' you like that?"

I paused, "I mean, in a less gruesome way, yeah. It keeps throwing me into situations that I barely manage to escape my life with, though it's less Rube Goldberg and more direct."

The Doctor nods, and that's that for a moment. Soon the popcorn is done, the caramel nice and deliciously slathered over the popcorn and cooled.

"Wait, if you don't do domestics why'd you agree to have a movie day?" I asked.

"Well," He shifted, "You humans need rest days, or you'd never be able to keep up with me. Now are you goin' to hand me the popcorn or what?"

I laughed and handed the Caramel over to him, and he grinned happily at me as we walked down the hall, three bowls of popcorn and a tray of drinks all balanced precariously between the two of us.

We walked in on the sight of Charles and Adam having a heated debate over whether the plane crash in the first movie was better or worse than the highway crash in the second. I… Honestly didn't expect Charles Dickens to have a strong enough heart for these movies. I suppose that the reason for that was because I hadn't read his books, because apparently he was a total badass in the writing kingdom.

"No, no, the road accident was clearly the better one- oh! Justice, may you weigh in on this matter?"

I blinked after belatedly realizing that he was talking to me, "Oh, uh… I prefer the car scene, because most of it was real crashes done by stuntmen. The plane was just a bunch of CGI," I shrugged, handing him and Adam their respective drinks. I had a Dr. Pepper and they all had tea, though the Doctor had some coffee mixed in. We had been bickering over it before Charles interrupted. I spoke, "Uh, can you weigh in on our matter? I think it's blasphemy that coffee and tea be mixed, what do you think?"

"Utter folly," Charles agreed immediately, "That wouldn't taste good at all."

"Oi, it tastes fantastic, thanks," The Doctor defended, drinking his coffee-tea.

We all sat down and shut up the moment the next death scene was there, and we watched as one of the characters got gruesomely killed. Or, well, they did, I was busy appreciating the view of three people I could tentatively call friends in the hope they'd agree, argue about whether the death was a four or a five out of ten. I grinned, shaking my head and looking back at the screen just in time to see a good shot of unrealistic blood spatter. What a good day this turned out to be.

Sorry it's short. ? I'm not the best at fluff in this situation. Lolz. Hope y'all enjoyed. More is probably going to be months from now due to … circumstances. :( I wish you all luck. Sorry.