A short chapter, but a nice setup for the next one. Blink's coming up! I have plans for that one *evil laugh*

On other news, thanks to popular demand, and frankly very good ideas, I've been playing around with other POVs. I'll finish them and maybe post them as another story? You guys can pop back and forth and read into other character's thoughts. Sounds good?

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The Doctor stepped off the TARDIS, turning around in a flourish as he faced us.

"The Antizygnauticphelptygonict Market!" He announced, spreading his arms wide.

We had landed on a grassy hill, overlooking a town in a valley with cobbled streets, stone houses and colorful tents. It was a beautiful day. The two suns shone bright, one in the East and the other in the West. The cheerful murmur of the streets just barely reached us.

The Doctor was back to his normal self, and I could tell that I wasn´t the only one relieved. Martha's lingering glances towards him remained, but then again, that wasn't new.

"The what?" Martha asked.

"The Antizygnauticphelptygonict Market," I said, the word rolling smoothly over my tongue.

"Antizygna- The Antizygnau-" Martha tried. "Ugh! I give up."

"One of the biggest flea markets in the world, bigger even that Earth's whole London."

Martha frowned. "It can't be that big."

I shrugged. "Most of the market runs underground."

The Doctor was watching me. "You've been here before?"

I grinned. "Of course!" I shook the Timepiece in his direction. "It's one of the things you just can't miss when you have this." At least, when it worked.

"Well, what are we waiting for?" Martha inquired, excited. "Let's go!"

We reached the cobbled streets, but my eyes were on Martha. I was pleasantly surprised and even a bit amazed. Creatures of distant planets, different species, converged around us. Whether they were blue men, ladies with four legs, kids with tails, Martha took them all in with a smile. It was amazing how quickly the human had adapted.

"Alright, you two." The Doctor said, handing us two pouches full of jingling coins. "I have some… business to take care of. You go off, have some fun, try not to go overboard with the shopping, and please do try to stay out of trouble, yeah?"

Martha and I exchanged grins.

"We'll try," I said.

He sighed, and he looked like he was almost regretting his decision. "I won't be far off. The market is one of safest places, so you two should be okay. We'll meet back at the TARDIS in what… three hours?"

We nodded, and then, we were off.

I loved the market. The vendors were friendly for the most part, and ready to barter. Families and couples strode around, smiling and laughing. The best part was definitely the ambience.

Days worked faster here. Night was fast approaching, one of the suns having already disappeared behind the horizon. But the vendors were prepared. Torches were strategically placed around, while bubble flames (small fires in tiny bubbles, something Martha had never seen,) were hung from the buildings.

Martha laughed in delight as we passed a group of acrobats and fire breathers entertaining the crowd. Her arms were laden with small baskets and bags, full of souvenirs for her family and friends. I'd bought a small bracelet with a sterling raven that had caught my attention. Reminded me a bit of Shakespeare and what he had called me, so long ago now.

"I've been meaning to ask you," Martha said as we stopped to watch some jugglers. "Don't take this the bad way but, how'd you get by? I mean, the Doctor has the TARDIS to sleep in, though now that I think about it," she frowned. "I haven't seen him do much of that, but anyway, he can use his sonic screwdriver and his psychic paper to get anything. Food, if he needs it. Money. What about you?"

I shrugged, smiling. "Whatever I could do. Small jobs here and there. I've got valuables stashed all over the universe. I've had tons of free time to try things." I paused, smiling. "Though there was something I especially enjoyed doing. Wait here."

I left her in the middle of the crowd and approached the jugglers. A blonde man was juggling six wooden clubs. I whistled in his direction and he looked at me. I motioned at the clubs. He cocked an eyebrow, and I smiled a challenge.

Two clubs flew in my direction, followed by a third. I quickly took them, the wood fitting nicely in my hands as I slipped into the well-practiced rhythm.

Another short whistle sent another club my way. The ring of clubs flying through the air widened to accommodate the two new ones. The audience cheered. Seconds later, I was juggling the six clubs, and the audience was clapping right along.

"Ah," The juggler said, approaching me and running his eyes over me with a grin. "La petite fille thinks she's good, no?"

I smirked back. "I am."

He signaled towards a board filled with knives. "Good enough for les couteaux?"

"Bring it."

I sent the clubs his way, and he caught them efficiently. The audience clapped, thinking it was over. They stopped and oohed when they saw me approach the knives. The juggle handed me a set of gloves so I wouldn't cut myself if I made a mistake. I smiled in thanks.

I took three by the blades, before sending a look at the juggler. "You'll help me?"

"I will, petite."

And so, I juggled the knives. The juggler periodically threw them at me, softly and calculated, so they landed in my ring as I increased the pace. The crowd cheered and clapped, dropping coins at a hat the juggler had placed in front of me.

"Go, Kylie!" I heard Martha shout.

"Care to share, petite?"

I exchanged a glance with the juggler, and after a deep breath, sent knives in his direction. He mirrored me as we passed the knives between us, forming two deadly rings that would intertwine ever now and then.

Nearing the end, I threw the knives, one by one, hearing them thunk! as they hit the wooden board they belonged in. A huge wave of applause followed as the juggler stood beside me, and we both bowed and waved.

"Très bon," he said before offering his hand. "I'm Paul."

I shook it. "Kylie."

He nodded towards the hat overflowing with coins. "You want your share?"

I shook my head. "No, thanks. Tonight, it was not for money."

"Kylie!" Martha said, approaching us. "That was incredible."

I smiled at her. "Thank you. Paul helped."

Paul shook his head. "Cher, you would have been merveilleux all on your own."

I grinned. "Merci. We'll be on our way. Thanks for letting me join."

"It was a pleasure, Kylie. Enjoy the market."

"Thank you."

"You have some skills," Martha said, when we finally lost ourselves in the crowd once again. "And that juggler, Paul. He was cute."

I grinned. "Thank you. And yes, he was."

Martha's hand on my arm stopped me. "Hey! Look at this."

She dragged me inside a tent. Inside, a vendor stood, slowly combing a wig. She turned as she heard us enter, a smile immediately forming on her face.

"Customers! Welcome to the Salon Emporium!"

"What do you sell?" asked Martha.

"Everything from hair products, to dye, to facial products, to eye colors."

"Eye colors?" Martha asked, intrigued.

"Oh yes!" The woman led us to a stand full of different colored eye drops. "Five drops of these beauties in each eye will change your eye color for a week."

"What about these?" I asked, fingering a spay can. A girl playing with her hair was painted on its side.

"That, my dear customers, changes your hair color temporarily. It will wash away completely with its special shampoo."

Martha was grinning from ear to ear.

"What are you thinking?" I asked her.

"How about we play the Doctor a little prank?"

The smirk still in place, she bought two changeable eye colors and the blonde temporal dye.

We walked down the crowded streets, and though it was still night, I knew dawn was perhaps only one hour away. We still had half an hour before we had to meet the Doctor back at the TARDIS.

"What do you suppose the Doctor's business was?" Martha wondered out loud.

"I saw him talking to someone on the phone in the TARDIS. Though I didn't overhear much of the conversation."

"Do you think-"

"Get out of the way!" A gruff voice cut into Martha's sentence.

"Stop him!"

I stepped on a small fountain's ridge, trying to see over the crowd's heads to see what all the commotion was about.

I saw guards, in their blue and gold uniforms, elbowing people away as they chased somebody. A very tall somebody. A very tall Time Lord.

"It's the Doctor." I said, grinning at Martha as I stepped down from the ridge. "Come on!"

We sprinted in the Doctor's direction, taking a route behind the stalls and tents so we could reach him quicker. We burst again into the crowd of people, directly in the Doctor's sights.

His eyes met ours. "Run!" He yelled.

We took off with him, and I couldn't help but laugh under my breath.

Trust him to find trouble in one of the safest places in the whole galaxy.

We rushed up the grassy hill, Martha's bags and baskets swishing and clicking as we ran. The guards spat curses behind us, trying to move in their heavy uniforms.

"What did you do this time?" I asked between breaths.

We reached the TARDIS, and the Doctor quickly turned the key to let us in before closing the doors with a bang.

"Oh, you know," He said between breaths and pants. "The usual."

"The usual?" I asked, intrigued, as he stepped up to the console.

He waved it off. "A Duke, the Anti Count, a game of Blackjack, thirteen bunnies, and only three were left with their bows intact. Three!"

Martha stared at him, bewildered. "What?"

I couldn't even begin to process his sentence.

"Oh, never mind! Where do you want to go? Oh! I know!"

The lever was pulled down, and we were off.