"I'm really not happy about this," Me declared. "That was my best horse."
"Yes, I know," Danni sighed. They'd been having the same conversation on and off as they'd walked through the woods back to her house. It was a long walk, it would seem. A very long walk. "And the horse was spooked by the gun shot and ran away of its own accord. And besides, I didn't think you cared about mortal things anymore."
"The horse was fast and I need a fast steed," she quickly reasoned.
Danni nodded. "Of course," she drawled, not believing her one little bit. "How much further? My husband will be getting worried sick."
"The same husband that allowed you to be sold in a tavern?" Me countered just to get under her skin.
Danni stopped, turning to her. "I don't know where you're getting your information from, but I have a very good suspicion," she stated. "I'm going to tell you one last time; I'm no one's to sell. Whatever she told you is utter bullshit and you're a fool for believing her."
"She didn't tell me," Me told her with a gloat in her tone. "I saw it. She sold you to two men in a tavern and you shot one with a pistol. Was that death number one?"
Danni took a deep inhale through her nose to calm herself down. "No, it was three," she replied. "Make whatever stories you like up. It won't make any difference." She turned and started walking away. "Tell the Doctor and you'll be person thirteen."
The next half an hour was spent in silence. Me walked slightly behind Danni, probably delighted that she'd gotten under the Time Lady's skin. After all it just proved that she was better at doing that as well. She had very much succeeded as well.
Danni remembered the moment that Me was referring to very clearly. Missy had sold her on a few occasions, but that had been the first. It had not ended well and Danni became better about escaping situations she had found herself in, but the first time always stood out for her.
She had kept a lot of her experiences close to her chest but she had been opening up more. Trickling pieces of information to him when she felt safe to, when she felt like she wouldn't be judged for what had happened. Not that she did think that he would judge her. Her husband wasn't like that, but she worried. She was worried that he'd look at her differently and she was worried that she would never be allowed to forget. And, considering what was happening at that particular moment, it seemed like the universe wanted to punish her just as much as Missy did.
It was a rustling from the trees that didn't sound like the wind that alerted Danni first. Me's comments had brought out the need to look for Missy in every little part of her surroundings, just in case, and the noise was definitely something foreign.
She stopped in her tracks, hand behind her. "Someone's here," she whispered to Me. The other woman immediately stopped. A moment later a man jumped down from a tree wearing a tricorne and a long brown coat, who also had ridiculous facial hair.
"Ah-ha!" he cried like he had actually managed to get the jump on them,
"Sam Swift the Quick," Me declared, stepping around Danni and towards the man. "I wouldn't be so bold if I were you. Don't you know who I am?"
"The Knightmare," Sam replied. "Which is why I'm not alone."
Two more men appeared, one with a rather large stick and both wearing masks. They stood either side of Danni and Me, ready to attack on the command.
"'Tis hardly a fair fight," Me pointed out.
"And it was fair when you stole my patch?" Sam countered.
Me smirked, eyes sparkling underneath her mask. "Is that a fake nose, Sam? They should call you Sam Sniffed."
Sam tried to look down at his nose, eyes crossing slightly as he obviously felt rather self-conscious about it. "What's wrong with it? It's perfectly normal, innit?"
"For an anteater maybe."
"Ooo!" he mocked derisively. "Well, never knew you were so puny, Knightmare. Or should I say, Slightmare." He looked to his two men as he laughed and they joined in.
Danni sighed heavily. The banter was about to happen, wasn't it? Which meant that they weren't getting away anytime soon. She suddenly understood why it bothered the Doctor so much. What a waste of everyone's time.
She looked around. There wasn't much to the wooded area they were stood in, and Sam's two friends weren't exactly brimming with fighting prowess. She could get free pretty easily. If she could get a hold of the large stick she could hit the guns out of everyone's hands and the whole encounter would be over before it began.
"It's what's in my brain that counts, Bingo Boy," Me snarled, annoyed.
"Well, no brain outwits a bullet, Dandyprat." Sam quickly drew his pistol, pointing it straight at Me. "Lay down your arms, hand over the loot, or I'll shoot."
Danni sighed again. This had gone on long enough. "Alright, alright, we get it," she drawled. "You're big and manly and can steal whatever you like." She looked down at Me. "We don't have time for this," she continued. "Can we go now?"
"Who's this?" Sam asked, turning his gun on her. "Your wench?" He grinned. "Brought her on a lovely walk in the woods, have ya?"
"I'm not her sidekick, she's my accomplice," Danni retorted.
"And what's your name, gorgeous?" he asked her.
"None of your damn business, I should think," she retorted. Did he really think that flirting was going to get him anywhere? "We're not giving you anything. You know we're not giving you anything. Let's just part ways, shall we?"
"If you're his accomplice then you must have a name," Sam replied. "Unless it's as stupid as 'is, of course."
"What? And Sam Swift the Quick is so fantastic?" Danni said tauntingly. "Overcompensating for something, are we? Or should I go down the local tavern and ask a couple of the ladies there, see just how true that nickname really is."
Again, he looked rather hurt. "That was a bit low," he muttered.
"No, it's tedious," Danni snapped. "It's all just tedious, and I'm leaving now."
She took a step forward and the man with the large stick put it in front of her as if to block her way. She let out one more heavier sigh. Was that really how this was going to go down?
She grabbed hold of the stick, twisting around and twisting it out of his grasp. With one swing she brought him to the ground, and she continued through to bring his friend's legs out from underneath him. She quickly grabbed their guns off them as they scrambled up and chucked them away into the foliage around them. She then pulled out her own gun, ready as they ran away.
Me, on the other hand, took the distraction to wrestle Sam's pistol out of his hand. The two had a little scuffle, but ultimately it ended with Me staring down Sam as he lay on the floor, his own gun pointed at his throat.
"Please, Knightmare, I don't want to die," Sam begged, suddenly admitting his was outmatched. "Let's have honour amongst us."
"What do you say, Danni?" Me asked, her voice rather bored. "I should kill him? He'll be dead in a minute. What difference does it make?"
"Because you may think you're quick, but I'm quicker," Danni replied and Me glanced over her shoulder. Danni pointed her gun straight at her back.
"You think you're a better shot than me?" Me asked mockingly. "I've been at this for longer than you could ever comprehend."
Danni rolled her eyes and moved her gun, pointing it at a tree just to the side. With one shot the tree exploded in a way that no one on Earth at that point would have ever seen with a shot from a gun so small. Sam whimpered on the floor underneath his nemesis.
"Doesn't matter," Danni said, pointing the gun back at Me. "It may only move you out of the way, Knightmare, but I will win this shootout. Let him go."
Me looked down at her opponent for a moment longer before letting the pistol hang at her side. "Run," she told Sam, who did just that. Me watched him go with an air of disinterest before picking up her own pistol from the ground, which she had lost in the fight.
Danni pocketed his gun and walked over, her face close to Me's. "This is why you'll never be able to come with us," she snarled angrily. "They may be fleeting, he may just be a common thief, but his life matters. Every single person's life matters. Not just yours!"
~0~0~0~
The Doctor wasn't sure why he agreed to let Danielle out his sight for an entire night. An entire night when he was waiting around. Reading.
He had always claimed that books were the greatest weapon and he would stick by that. However, without anything to actually fight, books became the epitome of boredom. He should have just gone with them on foot. He should have actually just argued back with his wife some more.
But he'd seen the twinkle in her eyes at the mere thought of doing something a little bit daring and sneaky and he'd never been able to say no to anything that made her that gleeful. It was just that he'd rather have been there to witness it rather than waiting to see if she returned safe and sound.
Was this what she had felt like when she'd been waiting for him to come back from battle on Trenzalore? How had she been able to bear it? It was agonising.
He owed her another apology, it seemed. But, at the very least, he'd been able to put his time to some good use. He'd caught up on all of the highs and lows of Ashildr's life. Or the lows that she had left behind. The diaries had many pages torn out. Memories that were deemed too painful for her to read back on. Mistakes, losses, failures that she didn't want to relieve in her 'Me' time.
He knew that wouldn't have gone down well with Danni any more than her dismissive attitude had, and it didn't fill him with hope for her either. Both he and his wife had enough painful memories to fill many lifetimes. He had spent nights awake, wishing the faces of dead away from his mind so he could finally find some sort of peace. Danni had cried so many tears over the loss of their friends and families. But neither of them would ever get rid of those memories. Ashildr still had a lot to learn and it wasn't something they could teach her. It wasn't something he had time to teach her.
His main focus had always been and would always be Danni. Her recovery was going to be long and she had been there for him so he needed to be there for her.
He had practically charged at her when Danni finally came back home. She didn't look hurt, mainly just incredibly annoyed.
"What's wrong?" he asked her as the door swung shut on Me. "What happened?"
"We ran into one of her lovely chums," Danni said shortly. "It was tedious." She pulled out a jewellery box and handed it to the Doctor. "This is what we were tracking."
"Swift is not my friend," Me grumbled as she took her hat and mask off. "I don't—"
"Yes, yes, you don't have friends. You're all alone," Danni mocked slightly before turning to her husband. "Do you recognise it?"
He didn't comment on her rather sour attitude anymore, instead popping the lid on the box open. His eyes widened slightly. "The Eye of Hades," he breathed.
"As in 'God of the Underworld'?" Danni asked and he nodded.
"The very same," he confirmed. "Strange how the amulet has been disguised as it."
"It's not supposed to look like that?"
He shut the lid back down. "More puzzles, more pieces," he muttered to himself. "There's something I'm missing."
"Nothing new there, then," Danni said heavily. "Can we just take it and leave?"
"Wait, that was my raid. That is my spoil!" Me protested, walking over. "You can't just take it."
"It's not just some shiny bauble. It's dangerous," Danni told her, looking to the Doctor for backup.
He looked apologetic. "Maybe we should hang around…" he started.
She rolled her eyes. "Of course," she muttered. He never listened when she wanted to leave and would always try and convince her to leave when she wanted to stay. "Fine. We'll stay." She walked past him and up the stairs to the first floor and the study. "Have fun!"
"Danni, Danni wait!" he called, placing the box down on the side before jogging after her. She paused in the hallway, tapping her foot impatiently as she waited for him to catch up with her.
"What happened?" he asked her again.
"She almost shot a guy just because he was annoying her and his life was tiny compared to hers," she replied. "Is that-Is that what I'm going to turn into? I mean… I say I have a big Time Lord brain like you, but-but I don't. I have some stupid human-Time Lord hybrid thing going on and I've lost a lot of memories too!"
"Of course not," he promised. "You're not like that. Look how upset you are at the idea."
"Yeah, now I am," she retorted. "But that's because I still remember to be. What happens when I don't remember to be? What happens when I forget that I don't want to be like that? I mean… I mean…" She pointed towards the stairs. "It's already happening, isn't it? I used to want to help people like Me to find themselves, now I just want to be far away from her because she's just never going to see it. When did I give up that hope in people?"
The panic on her face was horrible, not because the Doctor didn't know if he could reassure her, but because of the pure emotion on her face. She wasn't hiding it from an invisible Missy, or him or herself. This whole experience had shaken her quite badly.
"You've never been like that," he told her but she just looked pained at his words. "And you don't want to be."
"Ashildr wasn't like that," Danni replied. "She loved her village, and all of the people who lived in it. What if- What if once I forget the Roses and the Marthas of the universe I stop caring too?"
He reached out and took her hands. He remembered his own struggle with his own sense of self well. He still couldn't quite decide if he was a good man or a bad man but he strived to be the former. She had helped him see that and he would always repay that favour.
"You said to me there were two types of people in the universe; ones that cared and ones that didn't," he reminded. "And you said you always cared even if you didn't want to."
She held onto his hands tightly, using them to ground herself. "I spent so long with Missy trying to not care. What if I succeeded?" she asked quietly. "Do you remember my friend who gave me the Vortex Manipulator for Christmas? The one who brought me back to this universe? Because I don't. She was my best friend. I loved her so much and I don't remember her name, or her face. I don't remember loving her at all anymore. It's just going to happen with everyone else. One day I'm going to wake up and not even remember Clara's name and that… that terrifies me." Her voice dropped to barely a whisper. "What if I lose the memory of loving anyone?"
He couldn't help it. A little snort of laughter broke from him and her eyes widened, alarmed and hurt by his lack of compassion. "Sorry, sorry," he quickly said. "Let me tell you something about you." He gave her hands a squeeze. "Danielle Fielding; the Time Child. Feared across the universe. Fugitive, terror and tinkerer. You could lose every single other part of yourself but your hearts will always live past that. The idea of you losing that is upsetting you so much is the reason you won't ever lose it." Her soft smile, showing that his words were working, made him smile in return. "It's the reason you're in love with such a sentimental old fool like me."
"Yeah, well, someone had to," she joked quietly before leaning up to press a kiss on his lips. It was only a small one and she rocked back onto her heels before he could take it any further. "You always know how to make me feel better."
"That's because I'm a fantastic husband," he replied modestly. He let go of her hands to cup her face, wiping away the tears that hadn't quite fallen with his thumbs. "Go for a walk and I'll look after Ashildr," he said. "When you've calmed down we'll work out what to do next."
As she walked away he watched her go with a frown on his face. Her concerns were understandable, even if he thought them quite unfounded. What concerned him more, though, was the fact that the 'hybrid' was being brought up more and more as of late. It was a reason that he kept to himself, but as it was one of the biggest ones that had him leave Gallifrey it was always something he noticed. More and more it appeared, and more and more it seemed to involve his wife.
It worried him. He needed to investigate more. He needed to make sure that she was safe from the universe.
~0~0~0~
Me was so angry, the Doctor could tell. He felt terrible about being the source of that, but he knew that Danni was right; she couldn't go with them. He knew that she didn't understand why he was turning her down. She'd spent centuries picking up every skill she could. She saw herself as worthy of something more.
And that was the problem.
"I have waited longer than I should ever have lived. I have lost more than I can even remember," she beseeched. She walked closer to him, eyes shining with tears and he walked around the table away from her. "Please, Doctor, just get me out of this. I want more than this. I deserve more than this." He turned, looking at the fireplace. He didn't know how to explain it to her in a way that wouldn't be cruel. Maybe that was because it was. "Why not?" He didn't answer and her voice rose. "Why not?"
He turned around to look at her. She, at least, deserved the answer. "Because it wouldn't be good," he replied. He watched the devastation wash over her face. "Ashildr, please," he tried but her face hardened. "Ashildr..."
"I am not Ashildr anymore," she snarled. It was then that the roar echoed through the room and the Doctor looked up, suddenly realising that he was about to find what he had been missing.
"Do you have a cat? It sounds like a very big cat." He walked over to a pair of large black doors. "Hence the very big cat flap."
He was almost blow back as a light shone out of the cracks around it and they were flung open. Golden eyes shone from in the darkness and a humanoid stepped out. He had a long mane of hair and a cat-like face.
Me smirked smugly. "Leandro, meet the Doctor," she introduced, walking over to his side. She turned to face the Doctor, obviously on the lion-man's side. "You thought I was helping you. In fact, it was the other way 'round." She looked up at the lion. "Leandro, we have it. My friend's wife was as useful as I'd hoped."
"And where is she?" Leandro asked.
The Doctor straightened slightly. He did his best not to glance towards the doors or windows. Danni hadn't come back. He needed to keep it that way. "She went home," the Doctor replied, looking at Ashildr. "She decided you were beyond help. I decided differently." He tilted his head to the side slightly. "If you needed help, why did nobody just ask? I am forced to assume you have plans I wouldn't approve of." Oh, Ashildr.
Me glared at him. "Stop calling me that," she snapped. The name did seem to aggravate her more than it probably should. It was probably a reminder of who she had once been. Something in her subconscious triggering the feeling of loss that she didn't want to feel or remember.
But he had much more of a pressing issue than Ashildr, now, it seemed. He looked over the lion man. He was big, burly and obviously wealthy considering the furs and crown he was wearing. This sort of alien didn't just land on the Earth and stick around for the grub.
The Doctor's lips pulled into a snarl. "Kill me!"
"Why?" Leandro snapped
"If you intend any harm to this planet or its people, then killing me is by far your best move," the Doctor explained.
"You invite your own death?"
"No. I just want you to attack first. Then my conscience is clear."
"Of what?"
"You."
Much to the Doctor's surprise and slight annoyance, Leandro laughed. "You are not of this world, or part of my plans. I have no quarrel with you."
"Then tell me why you are here and what you intend to do," the Doctor demanded. "Otherwise, get on with trying to kill me. But I advise you. Be very quick and very sure."
What the Doctor had intended to be a hint of his regeneration capabilities and, unbeknownst to them, a warning of his wife's ire, Leandro took as a slight as his fighting prowess. "I am from Delta Leonis. My tribe was overthrown, my world destroyed, my wife killed as we escaped."
"Using the amulet?" the Doctor guessed. "That was your means of travel."
"I lost it when I crashed to Earth."
"I found him in my grounds," Me explained. "He's been sleeping there while I searched for it."
"The Underworld, gateway to an afterlife, another reality," the Doctor said, still looking for the punchline. Everything they mentioned just sounded like someone trying to get away and an ancient young woman hopping on for a ride. They were still hiding something from him.
"I'm looking for the headline here," he told them, waving his hands between the two.
"The what?" Me asked, confused.
"Well, you know, you want to escape? Well, go on. Escape as much as you like. Why would I not approve?"
For once, her eyes turned downwards and a little bit of shame rushed over her. Oh, it had to be something bad to make even her ashamed. "The amulet…" she started, trailing off.
"What about it?" the Doctor pressed.
"A death is required. It is only way the amulet works," Leandro finished for her.
Ah, there it was. The one thing that the Doctor would never approve of; the death of one to benefit someone else. "Of course. Every single death is a tiny fracture in reality, and the amulet can lever the fracture open. Primitive, but effective."
"It's just exploiting an abundant resource," Me offered with a bit of a shrug and a detachment that sat cold in the air. "There's so much dying here."
"So who dies so you can run away?" the Doctor retorted.
Me looked over her shoulder. "Clayton?"
A coughing man called back in reply. "Coming, milady."
The Doctor's eyes widened. She really had lost all of her conscience, hadn't she? He'd left her behind and she'd become broken. "No, you can't. He loves you," he cried.
"To the end, it would seem," Me replied with a smirk on her lips. Like she was proud of succeeding in tricking an old man to care for her.
"Would you rather take his place?" Leandro roared, suddenly very tired of the conversation. His roar brought out fire from his mouth, which the Doctor had to admit he hadn't seen coming. A lion man who could breathe fire? All he could do was hope that Danni was somewhere safe until either of them had a plan on what to do next.
As the Doctor toppled into a chair as he backed away Me stepped forward. "Not the Doctor. We agreed!" Me shouted, causing Leandro to pull back.
That was interesting. She had specifically chosen to save him. "Oh, Ashildr, daughter of Einarr, what happened to you?" he asked forlornly.
Her eyes narrowed. "You did, Doctor," she told him simply. "You happened."
~0~0~0~
Danni had heard the roar from the grounds and had rushed back to the house. Gun in hand, she'd re-entered quickly to locate just what her husband had gotten himself into. She had peaked around the door into the dining room and saw the Doctor with Me and a giant lion man, who was obviously the source of the roar that had drawn her there.
This was what happened when she left him on his own. He managed to get drawn into something in the whole twenty minutes she had been walking through the beautiful grounds, taking in the bits of the Earth that she really did love. Perhaps next time they could find a nice Victorian garden and just have a stroll together. She hadn't been into a beautiful garden since Missy's…
She quickly ducked back around the door, hiding from view as she listened in. He definitely wasn't in any immediate danger as he coaxed Me and Leandro's plan out of them. He'd always been a great talker. Her instinct was to just shoot the two where they stood, but she knew it wouldn't do any good. She didn't want to add more to her tally count, and she'd struggle to keep Me down for long enough anyway.
So she did what the Doctor was doing, and she listened. She listened to Me freely offer her butler as a sacrifice, and she listened as the Lion Man demanded that she tie up the Doctor so he couldn't interfere with their plans. Neither of them seemed to question her disappearance back home, for which she was very grateful for. She assumed it was because at face value it made perfect sense. She had been rather short with Me and so her annoyance could have driven her to leave.
Listening to Me blame the Doctor for her attitude and her pain was hard to hear and not step forward. Yes, the Doctor had made her immortal but her choices after that were hers and hers alone. She didn't have to be happy to watch people die. She didn't have to detach herself from the world around her. Where she had become cruel she could have chosen to be kind.
That was what Danni had to remember. She might forget her past. Her memories may warp and fade but she could always choose to be kind, not cruel. Watching Me's pain and misguided anger just highlighted that all the more.
She left the Doctor in the less-than-capable hands of two men pretending to be soldiers to go and see the execution of the man they had encountered in the woods, Sam Swift. Maybe Me had plans of searching for her on the way. It didn't matter. It was like Danni had said; Me was good, but she was better.
She hid as Me left the room and the house then snuck out of her hiding spot, ruffling her hair up to make herself look dishevelled.
She dashed into the room, panting heavily and pulling the attention of both men and her husband. "Help, help!" she cried. "Please, help me."
One of the men pointed his gun at her, while the other looked at her like he was actually concerned. "What is it, ma'am?" he asked.
She tried not to feel insulted at being a 'ma'am' and not a 'miss'. "It-It was the Knightmare," she almost sobbed. "Lady Me has been looking after me after my husband came down with a fatal case of the terrors." The Doctor narrowed his eyes and she tried to not smile in amusement. "I was just going for a stroll to clear my head and then he… he…" She held a hand up to her mouth, letting out another sob. "I was so scared."
The man lowered his gun. "The Knightmare was seen coming in this direction," he explained. "We came to warn Lady Me. We've already caught one of his accomplices." He motioned to the Doctor.
"Hang on, you didn't capture me!" the Doctor protested but no one paid attention.
Danni held her hand to her chest. "Oh my," she exclaimed. "How very brave of you both. You must have been rather quick to overpower him so easily."
Both men shared a look and suddenly they were puffing their chests out, trying to act like it was nothing at all. "Well, it is our job to look after the people of this town," one man told her.
She took a step forward, biting her lip. "And you've done it so well," she flirted shamelessly. "I'm so glad you're here. Your wives must be terribly proud of you."
"We're not- We're not married," the other man was quick to point out. He moved closer to her and his friend was quick to his side, nudging him out of the way to stand in front.
She held her hand against her chest. "No, I won't believe it," she purred. "Two young, handsome and obviously brave men such as yourselves must have someone at home waiting for you."
The Doctor narrowed his eyes slightly as the two men tried to make it very clear they were available to her. "Hang on a minute," he exclaimed. "I'm not sure I approve of this."
"Oh, do hush," Danni called over. "The grownups are talking." He slumped in the chair, annoyed at the way she tilted her head to one side. "I suppose you do deserve a reward for doing such… fabulous work," she told them. "I did happen to see which way the Knightmare was heading. Two brave men such as yourselves would be more than deserving of that information. And the reward that comes with it…"
They both eagerly nodded, then one noticed that maybe the woman in front of them wouldn't have been impressed by their greed. He coughed and nudged his friend in the side. "We definitely want to keep the town a safer place, ma'am."
"I thought as much," she replied softly. She motioned them both to come a little closer. "Perhaps I should whisper it," she told them. "I don't want, you know, unsavoury ears to hear and alert the Knightmare that we're onto his plans."
They both leant in closer and Danni moved in, leaning between the two, sultry smile on her lips and she tilted her head towards one to make it look like she was going to kiss him. "That man over there," she whispered. "That's not the Knightmare's accomplice. I am."
With one swift moment she grabbed their heads, knocking them together and knocking both of them out. They dropped to the floor instantly and her smile fell into a look of annoyance. "Honestly, I'm sure there used to be a better class of grunts on our adventures," she commented before moving over to her husband to undo his ropes.
"A fatal case of the terrors?" the Doctor repeated, offended. "Was that the best you could come up with?"
"I thought it was very apt, actually," she said, amused. "You looked positively ghastly whilst being tired up in that chair."
"Did you have to flirt?" he countered. "It was horrible to watch. All puckered lips and come-hither looks. It was a wonder they didn't faint from blood deprivation to the brain."
"It's a move I learnt from my mother," she replied, her fingers quickly undoing the knot. "And my father, come to think of it."
"Don't do it again," he retorted as the bindings finally fell loose. "We don't have time for you to toy with idiots."
"You're just jealous I wasn't flirting with you," she countered cheekily. He stood up, turning to face her quickly, face close to hers.
"Those are my lips," he replied with no room for argument. "You're my wife and I don't appreciate you inviting other men to look."
She shrugged. "They can look all they want. You're the only one who's allowed anything else." She pressed her lips against his. "We need to get to Sam before Me does anything stupid."
"I think it's too late for that," he replied. "We're going to have a lot more trouble on our hands if this Swift dies." He looked down at her, serious. "The whole planet is in danger and we have less than half an hour to save it."
She raised an eyebrow. "I thought you wanted to stop the flirting," she said with another purr, one she very much meant this time around. "There's a time and a place, Doctor, and this is definitely not it. Where did you put the amulet?"
"In my…" He began patting his pocket then frowned, reaching into his jacket and rummaging around in his pocket. "It was right here." He frowned to himself, thinking back. "You handed it to me, I opened it." He mimicked opening the lid. "You were incredibly impressed and slightly aroused by the way I could identify it immediately." Danni raised her eyebrow but didn't correct him. "Then you were annoyed. You walked upstairs. I closed the lid." He moves his hand to the side. "Placed it down and foll… oh."
"So Me has it," Danni surmised rather than guessed. "Great."
~0~0~0~
A little bit of a shorter chapter, but it felt like the best place to cut it. I hope you enjoy it :)
Also I wanted to give you another reminder of Danni's 5th Anniversary. Everyone can join in, and I'd love to see what you all can create to give Danni the most Memorable Day Ever. Check out my Tumblr for more information, or Chapter 25 on here. The day's June 3rd, come join us :)