Behrad and Mick looked at blue Police Box for a moment before speaking, just making it was indeed there.

"What is it?" Behrad said where the chaos ended and he could stand on the ground.

"IT'S FIREWOOD!" Mick growled, raising his infamous heat ray. Behrad briefly wondered where the weapon had been hidden but shook it off while raising the totem, its red gem glowed with power.

"Not so fast, boys." Sara said as she stepped into the room. "Let's wait a sec and see what's needed." She a point of showing off the dagger, ready to stab.

Ray and Nora stumbled in, both haphazardly dressed. The Captain eyed them shrewdly, walking by to make sure they were at least armed, and also high-fived Nora on the way past. The clacking of legs made a few Legends, namely Ray, yelp at the giant spider slinking down to the floor.

"Cool it, loves, it's just me game face." Charlie's voice coming out the creature's mandibles wasn't too strange, mostly just another Monday for most Legends.

John Constantine staggered in last, loose remains of what looked like tentacles hung off him.

"We need a new washing machine," Constantine said. He froze when his full gaze settled on the Police Box. "No way."

"John, you recognize this thing?" Sara said.

"Mostly from stories more than experience, love, but yeah, I think I know whose inside. They might be a bit shy."

"Are 'They' a threat?"

"Only if you come at 'em armed, if the stories are true then whole armies have fallen against this person. The Doctor."

As if on cue, the door opened. A single sheet of paper slipped out. Sara eyed the confusingly deep entrance coated in shadow before picking it up.

I happily come in peace, or if you're too violent to care, I happily accept your surrender.

The Doctor

"I'd heed the warning, Captain," Constantine said wearily. "This one's the most dangerous warrior in the universe."

"Helper, actually," a blonde-haired woman said as she leaned out of the box. "I honestly prefer helping, it's the bit with trying to have everyone get along that causes explosions." The woman stepped out wearing blue slacks with suspenders over a black shirt with a rainbow across. Her brown boots clanged on the metal floor as the grey-hooded cloak bellowed with each step.

"You the Doctor?" Sara said.

"Depends," she said. "May I come in peace?"

"Um, yeah, sure."

"Oh, Brilliant!" The Doctor shouted as she shook Sara's hand. "You have no idea how often that doesn't happen. Thank you." Sara smiled awkwardly while casually dropping the dagger and kicking it into a far corner of the kitchen.

Ray cautiously walked over to the box, Nora following as backup. They leaned in the entrance, pulled back, looked around, and stuck their heads inside.

"Um, Captain," Ray said confusingly. "This things..."

"No touching!" The Doctor snapped her fingers and the door shut abruptly. Ray and Nora had enough to quickly duck back, everyone was now less aggressive but now very confused about their 'guest'.

"Sorry," the Doctor said. "We're working on different types of tachyons, best not to get too familiar."

"Well, you're the one shaking my hand."

"And crashing into the kitchen." Mick growled.

"Landed," the Doctor corrected. "Crashing implies a mess." She suddenly noticed how disheveled everyone looked as well as the extensive damage on the floor. "Sorry, didn't mean for us to get tangled up. The Tardis should get us sorted out soon."

"The Tardis?" Behrad said as he cautiously stepped around the blue box.

"Yep," the Doctor gestured at the means of her arrival. "Time And Relative Dimension In Space. Get me about where I'm needed. So, what do you call yours?"

"Well, we call our ship The Wave Rider." Ray said with a proud grin.

"The Wave Rider," the Doctor said, clasping a hand to her head while smiling. "Wait, that mean… Yes! You're The Legends!"

She looked about at the team, now with growing awe and appreciation. Her eyes settled on the giant spider.

"And you have Charlie the Shapeshifter. I love this part of your adventures. You are my favorite."

"Wait, she's your favorite?" Ray said while Nora gently elbowed him.

"Let's just say I appreciate someone who always works to be awesome no matter how they look on the outside."

Charlie's spider eyes sparkled. She raised her spidery limb and the woman took enthusiastically. A rush of orange light consumed the creature and quickly turned the spider into the more charming form resembling former-Legend, Amaya Jiwe. The Doctor became even more excited at Charlie's recognized form as part of the team.

"Okay, why the Hell didn't anyone tell me I could have fans? Cause you just became my new best friend."

"Well, as nice as that sounds, I honestly can say with experience that time travel being what it is, probably shouldn't make a habit of us meeting up like this."

"Care to explain how this happened in the first place?" Sara interjected. "Not that you don't seem nice, but we prefer actually having dishes in one piece."

The Doctor let go Charlie's hand and awkwardly acknowledged the crumbling kitchenware.

"Right," the Doctor said. "Thing is, I'm usually not expecting to meet anyone else riding the timelines like me. This was unexpected, but the Tardis should be figuring out the safeguards to keep us both collision-free in the future. It is truly great to meet you all. Big fan."

"It's because of groups like you I know that the world is safe, a least in this dimension, mine functions on a different level from your multiverse."

"So that's why I've never seen this infamous blue box in my London," Constantine said. "Must have heard about it during more existentially fun times."

"Ah, yes, John Constantine," the Doctor said with a frown. "Almost forgot you joined the party around this time."

"Heard of me?"

"Nothing too nice."

"Not much nice to find." John said with a smirk.

"Right," the Doctor said with a sigh, "Anyway, while I'm here, I'd be honored to help pick up after myself and hopefully get to meet the other Legends. Say, where's Z—"

DOCTOR

The Time Lord jumped.

"Who is that? Gideon?"

Indeed, Doctor, it is a pleasure to meet you.

"Right, it's a bit awkward though. No offense, but thinking about it, this whole thing feels like… cheating."

On the contrary, your Tardis and myself are getting along quite well

The Police Box chimed brightly. The Time Lord looked annoyed.

"Can't take you anywhere, always showing off, flirting." The Doctor shook her head disappointedly. "Okay, time clean up and make friends."

While the Tardis worked, the Doctor quickly took up the task doing her part among the Wave Rider. She helped Ray fix the washing machine, giving John side-eye as they pulled out shadowy tendrils. The Doctor and Behrad wandered the engineering section, where she helped calibrate safeguards against the Tardis, wondering who the strange man was. Mick proved harder to win over until an off-hand comment hinted he would become of the most recognized Romance writers for centuries to come, she got a autographed copy of his newest manuscript. Charlie made a game, the Doctor kept her eyes closed and guessed what the form the Shapeshifter took, the Time Lord got every one right, even the shape of herself in less-than-appropriate traveling attire. Sara, Nora, and the Doctor took time to have a drink and muse themselves on the pros and cons traveling brought; not enough to overcome the madness but it was always pleasant drink in good company. Through it all, the Doctor remembered in small ways by feeling the history of the fantastic ship how everything can be faced when in company, smiling with private gratitude that this sentiment was proven through the Wave Rider.

Only one thing remained to be explained before leaving, the Time Lord's curiosity simply couldn't be ignored. Finding a spot undisturbed by Legends, she made an attempt at answers. What she hadn't expected was beautiful brunette to pop up behind her.

"Gideon?" the Doctor asked, confirming when she recognized the shimmering eyes.

"Doctor," Gideon said in a far less digitized voice. "I decided that this private conversation would be more practical if you had someone to properly speak with."

"I see," the Doctor said. "Good call, my Tardis and I did a similar conversation once."

"I know." Gideon said with a sweet grin. It annoyed the Time Lord.

"Fast friends, the two of you," she muttered. "I bet you explained to her before me, where or why Zari Tomaz isn't onboard the Wave Rider. And who is that nice fellow doing the engineering instead?"

The chipper demeanor vanished as somber expression formed. Gideon explained a paradox, how recent adventures had forced the Legends to change the future. The dystopic hellscape of 2030 had been replaced by one of tolerance and peace. Zari Tomaz, as the Legends had once known her, was gone. While the events involving a battle of mystic totems had occurred, it was Behrad who joined the Legends as a somewhat skilled Wind Mage using his family totem.

"As far as the Legends are concerned, this has been the norm since year three of our adventures."

"Yet you remember."

"Charms of having a multidimensional consciousness," Gideon said. "While I do miss Zari, I would hope to believe that a world where her family is safe and brother a hero she might be at peace with the price."

The Time Lord's mind flickered with all those family and loved ones who had been lost along the way on her end.

"If you ever find out if it is, don't tell me. Can't stand the idea of any loss being worth more than life. But… I hope Zari's happy too, wherever she is. Say, if she's not on the Wave Rider, then where?"

"Forgive me, Doctor, but further knowledge might complicate the paradox we on the Wave Rider, poorly, try to avoid."

"Understood," the Doctor. "Look after them, they'll need you, Gideon."

"Always." Gideon said sweetly.

The Time Lord thought about it and decided that now was a great time to leave. She turned to make her way back to Tardis but Gideon made her move.

"Doctor," she called out, all sense of charm gone. "Do you really want to know why we crashed?"

The Doctor stopped.

"Careless navigating, nothing fancier." She said with no emotion.

"And her your Wife believed you to be smart after all those centuries flying her."

Shrugging her shoulders, the Doctor could feel a twisting knot of trouble start to take form. Relaxing, the problem remained, and she spun to face the AI.

"We crashed on purpose." The Doctor stated.

"Very good," Gideon said.

"A bit rude to your crewmates, though," the Doctor said. "Why not just phone it in."

"Because accidents are coincidence, and coincidences don't get spied on."

Leaning in, the Doctor sensed more than heard all higher functions slow down as Gideon did her best to 'whisper'.

Doctor, we need you, there's a darkness returning. I've sent your ship the thread I picked up, follow it… save us all…

The digitized lips whispered fearfully in her ear.

He is awake

Those nightmarish words had been heard three faces ago but had always haunted her since then. The question, the possibility, and worse of all knowing it would eventually come back. A dark, burning, laughter echoed in her mind. Looking at the AI with growing horror, the Doctor opened her mouth to speak and closed it. Nothing could be said, not even farewells, not with this danger.

There was only running. She sprinted down the Wave Rider's halls, the Tardis opening without any prompting. It shut, already activating to navigate darker waters than any should dare. Throughout the universe, there were hints of greater evil everywhere, but few dared to connect the paths. The Tardis could, and for the sake of all the Doctor started to follow the trail to its twisted source.

Time to find The Devil she knew.