Author's Note: Gah sorry guys today was crazy. I'm going to try to post next week but there's no guarantees because Christmas. Have a very merry Christmas everyone, and I hope I'll be around next week! :)

Chapter 5

The afternoon sun shone bright and hot on the streets as Rey, the two Doctors, and Edward Wood made their way through the town. Rey found herself looking around, trying to take in every little detail—it was so different. So different from the Revolution, from Atlantis….

The houses were odd, and thoroughly different from anything she had seen before, though she supposed every planet had their style of habitation, and they did resemble the houses in the Revolution. And they were the same houses that she had seen in that misty future—and that in itself was strange enough, and made her shiver, just a bit. Someday, this town would die. The sidewalk she walked on would crack and disintegrate and the houses she walked by—so bright and full of life, with light in their windows and people on their porches—would begin to collapse and fill with dust.

It was odd—she had never thought about what Jakku would have looked like, all those years ago. Before everything had become a ruin.

She let her steps slow as another strange vehicle, much like one she had seen earlier, zoomed past on the road beside her. Some kind of landspeeder, she supposed, though there was no antigravity—the wheels seemed to run directly on the ground. She had seen landspeeders without antigravity before—but they were horribly inefficient and prone to tipping and wobbling.

"Doctor," she hissed, still staring at the vehicle as it disappeared around the corner. "What is…."

Both Doctors turned towards her.

She sighed. "Alright, that's just annoying."

The other Doctor spoke. "Why do I get the feeling you're not talking to me?"

"Well…."

"Don't worry, you don't need to be polite. You won't offend me." This time it was her Doctor who spoke. "Well, me-from-the-past. Mr. Leather Jacket here isn't easily offended."

"Bit more practical than a trench coat in the middle of summer, I'd say," the other Doctor retorted, his arms crossed and one eyebrow raised.

"Hey now—I like this jacket!"

"Not so easily offended, you said?"

"That was you I was talking about."

Rey sighed. "Well? Names please. Something I can call you so you don't start an argument every time I try to talk to you."

As if in sync, they both shrugged.

"Doctor," said her Doctor.

"Yeah, just Doctor. Haven't got any other name."

She huffed. "Alright, if you're going to do that, I'm going to have to do it myself. You're Doctor," she nodded to her Doctor, "and you're Old Doctor. Sound good?"

Her Doctor smirked. "Old Doctor. 900 years, getting a bit up there, wouldn't you say?"

The other Doctor raised an eyebrow. "You're one to talk. What are you now, over 1000?"

"Actually no. Not yet." He motioned to his face. "And I've got the advantage. Regeneration. It's good for the looks."

Rey crossed her arms and leveled them both with a glare. "I was trying to ask you a question."

"Oh, right!" Her Doctor grinned at her. "Yes?"

"What was that….that vehicle thing that just passed us? I've seen them everywhere and I think they're some kind of landspeeder but…."

"Oh that? That's a car."

"A….car. Alright."

Edward turned back suddenly from where he stalked ahead of them. "She doesn't know what a car is?"

"I'm Rey and I can speak for myself." She crossed her arms. "And no, I don't—"

"Ahem—long story." Her Doctor cleared his throat. "And a story for another time. Right now—Falling Star Lane."

"Yes." Rey glared at him. "And tell us where, when, and how you found those people you've got in your attic, too."

He turned away, and continued walking.

She was on him in an instant, her staff pointed at his face. "Tell me," she snapped. "Tell me, or—"

She felt a hand on her shoulder and whirled, fire in her eyes. "Careful now." Her Doctor looked at her, one eyebrow raised. "Don't want to get the police called on us. That's usually a bad idea."

"Police? Like what's on the TARDIS?" She shifted the staff in her hands. "We can deal with the police."

Edward took a step forward, his hand moving to his pocket. "That's assault, miss," he snapped. "And I will call—"

"And bring them down on the bodies you've got hidden in your attic, all of which I suspect have been reported missing?" The other Doctor fixed him with a steady gaze. "I don't think so."

Rey lowered her staff a bit, but kept it at the ready. "Listen, all we need to know is where you found those bodies, and why you have them hidden in your attic. Just do what we say, and we won't—"

"I already told you! I found them on Falling Star Lane."

"And what were you doing on Falling Star Lane? From the sound of it, it's not the kind of place someone like you would just be exploring." Her Doctor kept pace with Edward, his arms crossed. "You don't seem like the adventurous type. And believe me, I know the adventurous type when I see it. So—"

"My wife." He turned away, his voice hard. "It was her idea."

"Ah, now we're getting somewhere. So your wife convinced you to do it." The Doctor raised an eyebrow. "Not bad, not bad. I've heard that one before. And what about her?"

He didn't reply. And for a moment—just a fraction of a moment—his mask cracked, and Rey thought she could see behind it. She shot a quick glance at the other Doctor, and for a moment, their eyes met. And she knew he saw it too.

Something had happened to his wife. And it had something to do with Falling Star Lane.

She stepped forward, slipping her staff slowly into its holster, ready to put a gentle hand on the man's arm. But a sudden movement from the other Doctor brought her head around and sent her hand flying to her staff. He stood staring hard at his sonic screwdriver.

"I'm getting a reading. Something like time energy but different." He shook the device, and the pressed another button. "How close did you say we are to this Falling Star Lane?"

Edward stared at him. "Close," he said, and Rey could see his eyes on the device in the Doctor's hand. "Very close…."

Rey took a step forward, peering at the sonic screwdriver. Time energy—epicenter—this all seemed so familiar. There was something—

And then they were gone, flickering like ghosts and disappearing. And she stood alone on the sidewalk.